She walked quickly, knowing she would be late. This was her first rehearsal and she, the choreographer, was giving off the wrong impression.  Not only was she late but she had not been given the music for the dance yet. Emailing the executive committee the week before had given her a vague non-answer and only made this first rehearsal more daunting then it needed to be. That morning she read ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’ examining the first couple of pages for some kind of reference she could use for her dance.  Nothing. All she knew was there were four characters: two women and two men. Her husband, her brother and his…