"Good morning, everyone," Andrea MacElroy said in front of the group who was gathered for breakfast, "While you are eating your breakfast, I thought that you might want to see some examples of the choreography that you will be performing. I have choreographed three distinct dances. They are all fairly simple to learn, but they still look very beautiful when they are performed.

"The youngsters who are going to be performing are students from Western Las Vegas University. They all participated in an amateur ballet club that was formed last semester and so they will show you just how well novices can perform ballet.

"After their performances are over, you will need to make a pit stop at the tables next to the exit. There, you can pick up the shoes that you registered for last night and check them for sizing. Let me note parenthetically, however, that if your shoes feel just a bit tight, you will not necessarily need to change sizes because the leather will stretch to fit your feet.

"You will also be given the letter 'A,' 'B,' or 'C' to indicate which dance you will perform and at which times your ballet lessons will occur.

"Eat well and enjoy the show!"

Sara and Nick joined the rest of the group as they applauded the two young dancers who took their place at center stage. Sweetly melancholic music played as the two dancers began moving.

Nick watched the dancers for a few moments. They do look like they know what they're doing, he thought to himself.

He felt encouraged.

After a few seconds, however, he found himself bored. He figured that ballet must be like baseball: it's at least slightly entertaining if you're the one doing it, but not very fun to watch.

His eyes wandered toward Sara, who appeared mesmerized. Images from his dream the previous night flashed through his mind, causing him to feel a little uncomfortable. He shifted his eyes quickly back to the stage and glued them there. He thought it best to avoid sexual thoughts about Sara. After all, he was going to be working in very close proximity to her over the next few days. He hoped that the work involved with learning ballet would keep him busy enough so that he would't feel too frisky around Sara.

Sara glanced over at Nick during the final performance. He seemed to her to really like ballet and she was impressed by that idea.

She turned her attention to the rest of the performance and gave all six dancers a standing ovation when the show was over.

"I'll race you to the 'S' table," Nick said as all of the individuals who were gathered at the conference began sifting toward the exit.

"You're on!" Sara said as she took off in a dainty trot.

Nick almost immediately passed her and kept up his pace so that he would be the person in front of her when they reached the line. "I won," he stated triumphantly.

"Nick," Sara said with a toothy grin, "This is a teambuilding conference. As they say, 'There is no "I" in "team."' Our team won. We work together."

Nick laughed. "Well, there may not be an 'I,'" he said slyly, "but there is an 'm' and an 'e.' And who's in front of you, Sara? Me!"

"What are you, twelve, Nick?"

"Plus twenty-one."

"What?" Sara looked at Nick as though he had grown two extra heads.

"I'm twelve plus twenty-one…I'm thirty-three."

"Oh," Sara said blushing at the thought of being outsmarted, "That's really stupid, Nick."

"Yeah, well…so is your hair."

"Once again: What?"

"Well I didn't want to actually insult you, but I wanted to have a comeback."

"And some comeback it was…You're turning into Greg, Nick, and it's not pretty. You didn't benefit at all from your move to swing shift. I guess Greg is just that pervasive, isn't he?"

"I'm hurt, Sara," Nick said with a frown, "That hit was below the belt."

"And calling my hair stupid wasn't?"

"Names?" The woman on the other side of the table said, looking slightly annoyed.

"Stokes and Sidle," Sara replied.

The woman consulted her list and then went to the shelves of shoes.

"I'm sorry if I insulted your hair," Nick said, sounding genuinely concerned, "I actually think that your hair is really pretty. I think that the highlights that you had a few years ago were a mistake, though. You're too perfect as a brunette. You don't need to waste your time with hair dye."

The woman returned with two small boxes. "Here are your shoes," she said rather brashly, "You are in group 'B,' which means that you will be performing the second dance that you saw today and your ballet classes will be at 11:00, 3:00, and 7:00 every day this week. Also remember that you are required to attend at least one teamwork lecture each day."

Sara and Nick both nodded as they turned to leave the table.

"I'm not really angry with you, Nick," Sara said as they stepped into the hallway, "I just thought I'd enjoy a little playful banter. Since we switched shifts, I haven't really had the chance to argue with you much and I've missed it because it is very amusing."

Nick shook his head and then consulted his watch. "We have a little over an hour before our first lesson. What do you want to do while we wait?"

"I don't know," Sara said as she casually looked at the paintings that lined the hallway, "I suppose that we could go shopping for dance clothes. Today we have a grace period because we need time to shop, but we're expected to dress out tomorrow for our lessons. I'll want to have at least two leotards and we'll have to find something for you to wear."

"I suppose that's true." Nick sighed. "I'm going to look like such an idiot. I don't know anything about ballet."