Carl was momentarily taken aback. He didn't speak for a moment as if frozen in disbelief. Then, after a minute, he spoke softly, almost as if he feared being overheard by someone around. "Ms. Quinn, did you mean that you will be dancing on the stage? Representing Giselle?"
Arwen clicked her tongue, "It will be Amelia, Carl. I think you have forgotten that I retired from the stage long ago."
Carl sounded confused. "You mean …"
"Carl, I will detail you the things later. For now, I am sure you must be quite busy. Without Amelia, you will have to take on more responsibility. I hope you won't disappoint me?"
Arwen didn't elaborate further, and she knew Carl understood when he cleared his throat on the other end of the line, speaking a bit bashfully. "I won't, Ms. Quinn."
"Great!" Arwen replied with a nod. "Now take your time but send me the details and schedule of the event"
