One winter morning, an email came from the Ivory’s artistic director: they were offering Nikky a lead role in a small touring piece—the kind of chance that used to decide careers. It was the sort of offer that could make her life unrecognizable. She considered saying yes and letting the tour carry her away on gleaming rails. Instead she booked the tour, then arranged the verified nights to travel with her in smaller venues, folding them into the schedule like dates on a map. She would not choose one path at the expense of the other.