Backstage at the ballet--a Nutcracker in preparation, to be specific, as revealed via little Olivia's progress from her father's car on ""through the backstage entrance, past the guard . . . out through the wig room, onto the catwalk . . . through the curtains . . . under the stage"" until at last ""there was her mother"" being outfitted, and Olivia tells her it's time to go home. Perhaps an appended floor plan would help to orient readers who've never heard the word proscenium or even orchestra pit; but anyone can enjoy the paper-moon magic of the property department, the workmen's nitty-gritty preparations on stage, the awesome view through the curtains of the empty home, and all the authentic rest. Isadora's inside views are refreshingly unglamorized, and her grave and skinny very young dancers are as fetching as those in Max (1976). Of course this is even less of a story.