This legend is based on folklore.
The legend says in sometime shortly after World War I, a young girl lived with her wicked step-mother and was treated as a slave. The girl would work morning to night, some days until her fingers bled. She would cry every night before she would sleep. She was a prisoner in the home and was never aloud to go anywhere, not even to school.
The step-mother, not wanting locals to think she was hurting the girl would take her to dance classes, three days a week. She would attend the girls recitals like the doting mother, and give her praise in front of people in town. Dance was the girls only escape, it made her feel free, safe, and above all happy.
Upon her seventeenth birthday, the girl was given a small part in a local production called "Danser avec le diable" or "Dancing with the Devil" She would watch the lead girl with such envy, wishing that could be her on the stage. The male lead was the Prince of the play. He stood tall with jet black hair and piercing brown eyes.
One night after rehearsal, the Prince came to her and asked her to Dance. The girl stunned could only extend her hand. He pressed her head against his chest as they swayed across the stage. It felt as if she were floating on thin air, the girl looked down at her feet to see her shoes were not touching the floor, nor were his. She squirmed to be freed but he squeezed her more tightly.
"Do not be afraid dear child... I am here to help you." the man said as he smiled down at her. "But how are we-? How can you help me? Who are you?" the girl was less hesitant now, somehow calmed by his smile. "I am the dream maker, I want to make your most inner desire your reality. Do you truly love to dance?" he asked. "Yes. But how-" The man snapped his fingers and said "It has been done."
The next day she awoke in her bed and brushed it off as a dream. The girl arrived at rehearsal to find that the female lead has suffered a great fall, and would be unable to complete her obligation to the production. The director turned to the girl and told her she was the replacement. "Big opportunities will come from this, lots of agents, and Hollywood elite will attend these final shows. Are you my girl?" The girl looked at the prince who was smiling the smile from her dream.
That night the girl danced brilliantly and was approached by many of the agents as her director had promised. Not one had yet made her an offer, but all said they looked forward to seeing her dance again. After most people were gone the girl alone in her dressing room was approached by the Prince. "Did I make you dreams come true?" He asked grinning.
"Payment? But I have no money." The girl cried. "I'm not interested in money. I want ...a promise. Can you do that?" The Prince asked intriguingly. "Well, what is it that you want?" The girl asked curiously. "You simply pledge your allegiance to me for the rest of your life." His smile had faded. "What does that mean?" asked the confused girl. "It means If I give you the life you want, that you leave me in full control of your destiny for now, and forever." He showed no expression on his face as he starred at her. The girl still confused reluctantly agreed.
After giving the girl exactly what she wanted he disappeared and the girl did not see him for many years. She traveled the world and became quite famous on stage for her dancing talent. During her travels she met Royalty, movie stars, & elite wealthy socialites. She never married, nor had any children but she was content with that.
One stormy Halloween night while on stage the young girl saw her Prince again in the audience watching her. At the end of her show she went to the dressing rooms where she found black roses on her table with a card that read "Time is up". She went out to the auditorium to try and plead with the dark prince for one more day, one more dance, one more dollar but he was no where to be seen. She ran out into the street looking for him but couldn't find him in the mass crowds.
When she finally saw him he was standing in an alley way just across the street. She darted off the sidewalk to get to him before he could disappear again, but she didn't look before crossing into the street. The young girl was struck by a motor coach, and fatally wounded instantly. As she laid there the young famous dancer kept screaming "Don't let him take me!" and "Tell them to let go of me!" until her last dying breath.
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