Hope you are enjoying the story so far. i have already written up to chapter 50 and i have to say that i think some of you are going to kill me lol please review :P

Meredith's bag hug from her shoulder as she walked into the board room tying her hair up.

'Meredith Grey,' She reached forward and shook the hand of the young woman.

'Meghan Metcalf. You had to travel far?'

'No, I own the dance studio a couple of blocks away so I just walked round,'

'Ok, lets get started. Your name was put forward by Chris Bryld. How do you know him?'

'We were dance partners for three years. We knew each other from Dance school. We were dancing at the championships three days ago,'

'how did you get on?'

'First place. First time we had danced in years,'

'you teach dancing?'

'Yeah I hold about 15 classes a week, varied ages. My youngest is 15 but she's a private client. My oldest is 47,'

'so you can interact with a range of ages,'

'yeah,' Meredith looked at the door as it opened and a young blonde haired man walked out.

'Sorry I'm late. Greg Trosteck,'

'I've seen some of the shows you choreographed and were in. You have a really good balance receptor,' Greg looked at Meghan and smiled, nodding his head.

'So, Miss Grey,'

'Call me Meredith, please, that makes me feel old,'

'Meredith, have you been in any shows?'

'I did a production when I turned 17. I did a weekly show for three months,'

'ok. Have you prepared a piece to show us?'

'Yeah, Defying Gravity,'

'Bold choice. Do you need any lifting materials?'

'Yeah, I need a harness to lift me up,'

'Follow me,' Meredith lifted her bag and followed Greg and Meghan through to another side room that had harnesses and ropes hanging from the roof.

'Ok, you want to get ready and we'll sort the music out,' Meredith came back with the harness attached to her underneath her top, the strings already in place.

'Ok, when ever you're ready,' Meredith started the routine, a young girl being the other part, Meredith directing her. Meredith tapped the harness and went up into the air, stopping exactly where she wanted to. She sang the last note, Greg and Meghan looking at each other, nodding their heads. Meredith came back down and un hooked her harness.

'Meredith, when can you start?' Meredith covered her mouth and started laughing.

'I got the job?'

'You got the job,' Meredith started fidgeting with the ring Derek had given her on her right hand.

'Thank you so much,'

'We'll book your flights for next week, if that suits,'

'Flights to where?'

'New York. It's a years contract to work In New York. You'll be given a studio flat as standard with the contract close to the theatre and you'll start in two weeks, give you a chance to get settled. Is this a problem?' Meredith hesitated.

'No, not a problem,' Meredith pushed the idea of moving to New York to the back of her head, knowing that She would have to leave Derek. She walked home, the soundtrack to the show playing in her MP3 player but she couldn't focus. Rifling through her bag she found her keys but stopped when she seen Derek standing at her door.

'Your back,' Meredith dropped the bag and hugged Derek, kissing his face.

'Yeah, I'm back. How did it go?' Meredith didn't say anything, just opened her door, throwing her bag down at the bedroom door.

'So when did you get back?'

'About two hours ago. How did the interview go?' Meredith started smiling.

'I GOT THE JOB!' Derek picked Meredith up and spun her around.

'That's fantastic. When do you start?'

'Two weeks,' Meredith walked over and lifted a bottle of water out the fridge.

'What's wrong?' Meredith ripped the paper off the bottle.

'Mere?'

'I have to move to New York,'