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it’s just a vast expanse of wooden floor. I pop my iPod on the dock and pick a song. It’s Stay by Rhianna. It was one of my favourite songs, but now it just makes me sad. Emotion is good when dancing though, it’s a form of expression after all.
    The music plays with the soothing voices taking over my body. I drift through a contemporary routine, focusing simply on the music and my movements, my mind is blissfully blank.
    I don’t notice George come into the studio, as I’m so engrossed in the dance. When I finish in a split plie, he claps, making me jump.
    “Jesus George. Don’t you know not to interrupt a girl when she’s in the zone?” He laughs. I pick up my water bottle and walk towards him. “What are you doing here anyway?” I haven’t seen much of Molly and George in the days since I’ve been back. George is still busy with the show. If I’m honest, I think I might be avoiding Molly. Don’t get me wrong, I would never let something a trivial as a man effect our friendship, but from the brief snippets I’ve got from George, she’s still sleeping with Hugo. Trust me, I have no problem with that. I just need space from anything and everything Theo related. I get the feeling she may be avoiding me for the same reason. It will be fine when things settle down, it’s just still a little raw and I can’t hide my hurt right now. I’d hate for Molly or George to see what’s lurking behind my crumbling façade. I’m ashamed that I’ve let myself become this. I was ashamed to let my brother see this, let alone my friends. I’ve missed George though. There’s something about him that’s just warm, and happy.
    “Well firstly, that was some really nice work.” He gestures toward the floor where I was just dancing. “Secondly, I’ll have you know this was my dance studio long before you decided to practically live here, and I got so bloody snowed under with the production.” He huffs.
    I smile. “Fine, but what are you doing here?”
    He rolls his eyes and then his face breaks into a huge grin. “I told you, to hang out with you. You promised me a date, remember? We’re celebrating whether you like it or not. You can mope through it and watch me get drunk, or you can join in.” He pouts. “Then this weekend we are going out and celebrating my freedom. Tequila and insemination on the dance floor style.” He throws a little hip thrust and I smile.
    “Freedom?”
    “Yeah, it’s the last day of the show tomorrow…”
    “Oh shit, is it?” I interrupt.
    “Uh, yeah, I’ve been telling you that for the last week. Although you have resembled a zombie, so perhaps I was silly to think you may still have a listening function.” He tilts his head slightly.
    “Okay, I deserve that. God I’m so shit. Can you get me a ticket for tomorrow?” I am the world’s worst friend.
    “You are shit.” He winks. “Sure I can get you a ticket, but you know you really don’t have to come. You’ve seen me dance a thousand times, Lill’s.” He waves me off.
    “I want to come. It’s not every day that my bestie is in the West End. I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner.” I stare at the ground. Seriously, how have I been so wrapped up in myself that I missed this?
    “Okay, fine I’ll get you a ticket.” He huffs. “Now let’s roll. I’m hungry bitch and you owe me some wine.”
    “Since I got the promotion I think you should be buying.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
    He snorts. “Oh hell no. You’re such a car crash you need to pay me in wine just to hang around with you.” He grins devilishly and I punch his arm. “God damn it.” He shakes his arm.
    “Lucky for you I have Champagne, courtesy of the arsehole.”
    “Um, why did we break up with him again?” He grins.
    “Sadly champagne does not make up for a wondering dick, alas.”
    He laughs. “Well, I am very happy to take advantage of your pining lover.”
     
    George buys me a pizza on the way home, and we stop and get another bottle of