Choose Your Own Adventure, The Case Of The Frozen Ballet Shoes
It's winter, you're crossing 55th Street and 9th Avenue in Manhattan, right by the Alvin Ailey dance studio, where you look down to see these ballet slippers, frozen in a solid block of ice. Do you vow to find the feet these belong on, or walk around them and forget about it?
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You decide to crack open this ice cold case and find the woman these ballet shoes belong to. You work tirelessly on a profile, deciding she is a fairy princess ballerina, whose evil stepmother froze her shoes—née, her lifeblood—in this block of ice. She likely has bluebirds circling her blonde locks, mice hemming her tattered dress, and despite the sorrow she feels over losing her magical ballet slippers, she is probably singing or humming a tune. To keep her spirits up. You put the Disney Animation Studios helpline in your phone, and head out to the streets. Will you find love eternal, or will you be captured by the evil stepmom who turns you into an animated rat with one nod of her wand? Sadly, you cannot choose this kind of fate, so your adventure is in the universe's hands from here on out.
You decide to keep walking and forget about it. So your magical brain neurons are all burnt out and you're a jaded realist, eh? You think these slippers were just tossed with some trash onto the sidewalk by a dancer who got new shoes? Your adventure is over before it even began.
