conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Dance To The Piper about O'Hurley, Maddy, Reed with the genre: Romance, Contemporary.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: 'If you stop dreaming, you stop living'. Though her name is up in lights, Maddy O'Hurley cares nothing for the trappings of stardom. All that matters to her are dancing and how alive she feels when she steps into the broadway stage. Reed Valentine's only passions are wealth and power...The attraction sparking between them like fireworks over central park surprise Reed, Maddy's a dreamer and he stopped dreaming a long time ago. But the O'Hurley in Maddy isn't going to give up this mesmerising man without a fight."New York Times" bestselling author the author brings you the remarkable O'Hurley Family.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: 'If you stop dreaming, you stop living'. Though her name is up in lights, Maddy O'Hurley cares nothing for the trappings of stardom. All that matters to her are dancing and how alive she feels when she steps into the broadway stage. Reed Valentine's only passions are wealth and power...The attraction sparking between them like fireworks over central park surprise Reed, Maddy's a dreamer and he stopped dreaming a long time ago. But the O'Hurley in Maddy isn't going to give up this mesmerising man without a fight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dance To The Piper
  Reed watched Dylan reach down, then heft Chris onto his shoulders. The little boy's squeals of delight bounced up to them.
  Back down onstage, she skirted around a row of colored lights bolted to the floor. Later that night they would shine for her. Hearing the signal, she took Reed's hand and drew him aside as the beaded curtain made its glittery descent. "My husband, Dylan Crosby. Mr. Valentine is obviously an old, intimate friend of the family."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Abby, Dylan, turned.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dance To The Piper
  Reed watched Dylan reach down, then heft Chris onto his shoulders. The little boy's squeals of delight bounced up to them. 
  Back down onstage, she skirted around a row of colored lights bolted to the floor. Later that night they would shine for her. Hearing the signal, she took Reed's hand and drew him aside as the beaded curtain made its glittery descent. 
  With a laugh, Abby turned to Dylan. "My husband, Dylan Crosby. Mr. Valentine is obviously an old, intimate friend of the family. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She yanked the tie on her robe before she came around the screen. "You don't play fair. You've never played fair."
  This time he went to her, because nothing could stop him. His eyes were very dark, but she didn't see the panic in them. "I know you can live without me. I know you can shoot right to the top without me. And maybe, just maybe, I can walk away from you and survive. I don't want to risk it. I'll do whatever I can not to."
  Strong. Her mother had told her she was strong. She had to believe it now. Maddy turned away and lifted the top on the box. For a moment, she could only stare.
  Speechless, Maddy lifted the plant out. When she'd given it to him, it had been soggy and yellowed and already rotting away. Now it was green and vivid, with strong young shoots. Because her hands were unsteady, she set it down on the table.
  With laughter and relief he brought his lips to hers and felt the welcome. She drew him closer with a sigh, holding on with all the love, all the strength, she would promise him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She drew him closer with a sigh, holding on with all the love, all the strength, she would promise him..
  With laughter and relief he brought his lips to hers and felt the welcome. Because her hands were unsteady, she set it down on the table. Now it was green and vivid, with strong young shoots. When she'd given it to him, it had been soggy and yellowed and already rotting away.
  Speechless, Maddy lifted the plant out. For a moment, she could only stare. Maddy turned away and lifted the top on the box. She had to believe it now. Her mother had told her she was strong."
  Strong. I'll do whatever I can not to. I don't want to risk it. And maybe, just maybe, I can walk away from you and survive. I know you can shoot right to the top without me. "I know you can live without me. His eyes were very dark, but she didn't see the panic in them."
  This time he went to her, because nothing could stop him. You've never played fair. "You don't play fair.She yanked the tie on her robe before she came around the screen
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After she'd done the dishes, she went back up. With a mix of trepidation and excitement she followed the directions for the hair color, set the timer. While it set, she arranged everything she needed for the identification. She opened the Britney Spears CD Julie had recommended, slid it into her laptop's CD player.
  She turned up the volume so she could hear as she got in the shower to wash the color out of her hair.
  She rinsed and rinsed and rinsed, finally bracing her hands on the shower wall as her stomach began to churn in anticipation and not a little dread. When the water ran clear, she toweled off, wrapped a second towel around her hair.
  Women had altered their hair color for centuries, Elizabeth reminded herself. Using berries, herbs, roots. It was a... rite of passage, she decided.
  She stared at the girl with pale skin and wide green eyes, the girl with short spiky raven black hair that framed her narrow, sharp-boned face. Lifting a hand, she scratched her fingers through it, feeling the texture, watching it move.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Lifting a hand, she scratched her fingers through it, feeling the texture, watching it move. With a mix of trepidation and excitement she followed the directions for the hair color, set the timer. While it set, she arranged everything she needed for the identification. She opened the Britney Spears CD Julie had recommended, slid it into her laptop's CD player.
  She turned up the volume so she could hear as she got in the shower to wash the color out of her hair.
  She rinsed and rinsed and rinsed, finally bracing her hands on the shower wall as her stomach began to churn in anticipation and not a little dread. When the water ran clear, she toweled off, wrapped a second towel around her hair.
  Women had altered their hair color for centuries, Elizabeth reminded herself. Using berries, herbs, roots. It was a... rite of passage, she decided.
  She stared at the girl with pale skin and wide green eyes, the girl with short spiky raven black hair that framed her narrow, sharp-boned face.After she'd done the dishes, she went back up.