"And a 1, 2, 3, 4, grand battement another grand battement... Rose, Mary, Flora you three were late again!" Mr. Steichen tried to choreograph the massive group of dancers. Rose looked down at her feet, the same shoes she wore on Titanic. Rose felt a sharp pain when she realized this. "Miss Dawson you must find some appropriate dance wear."

"I, um, well..." Rose tried to stammer out.

"Moving on! Then it's line switch double pique turn..." Mr. Steichen continued on. Rose managed to struggle her way to mastering the choreography. "Your first show is in three days, and you're only three quarters of the way there!"

"Oh, Mr. Steichen, our next generation of Van Dames are doing a great job." Mr. Van Damme said as the girls were beginning to walk off the stage. "Remember, paychecks come Friday."

"Rose come here." Mr. Steichen gestured for Rose to stay behind as the dancers filed out nod the theater. "Here." Mr. Steichen said as he handed a small bundle to her.

"My goodness!" Rose exclaimed, she unfolded the bundle. It had black tights, black dance heels, and a white corset dress that was scandalous for the time but acceptable for a chorus girl. "Mr. Steichen this means the world to me."

"I'm terribly sorry for what happened to you Rose. I am very happy to give you this opportunity. If you blow the audience away opening night this Saturday, we'll take about a solo act." Mr. Steichen said as Rose just stood there stunned. "Your classical training has served you well, now go home."

Rose walked back to Tzipora's apartment building with a smile. The walk from the New Brussels to Brooklyn wasn't long, but not short either. Rose heard the rustling of her three roommates' feet when she knocked on the door. Tzipora opened the door.

"What's that?" Tzipora asked, looking at Rose's bundle of clothing.

"My uniform." Rose said with a small smile. "How was school today, Cora?" Rose asked as she saw Cora running up to her.

"Auntie Rose! I got called on by the teacher and I got the answer correct." Cora said, wrapping her arms around Rose's waist.

"That's wonderful. Where's Helga?" Rose asked, looking around the small apartment.

"On the fire escape." Tzipora said, gesturing to the window. Rose smiled and walked towards the open window that let in a cool breeze. Rose took a small peak through the window and saw Helga dangling her feet over the black fire escape.

"Ah, Rose!" Helga said with a smile as Rose climbed through the window.

"Helga," Rose said. She interlocked, her fingers and slowly walked next to Helga. Rose sat down right next to her. "How's the baby?"

"Baby... Doctor has say baby is good. I am healthy." Helga said, before looking down at the street. "I miss Fabrizio."

"I miss Jack... Poor Cora, she must be heartbroken. My mother is probably in Philadelphia." Rose said, looking down at the street, same as Helga.

"You are the only person I have. You, Cora, and Tzipora." Helga said. However, her small frown curled into a small smile. "And Einar."

"It's a boy?" Rose asked, turning her head towards Helga.

"I don't know. No way to know, but Einar for boy, Gudrun for girl." Helga said. Then she turned her head to face Rose. Rose felt her heart beat inside her chest.

"You look, beautiful, Helga." Rose said. She was surprised she hadn't noticed her before.

"Beautiful? Beautiful. Beautiful!" Helga thoughts out the word. Then, she remembered the meaning of the word. Finally, she realized the compliment.

Helga held out her hand, and Rose took it. The two of them had interlocked hands, and then Helga rested her head on Rose's shoulder. Rose gave a small gasp, but later rested her head on Helga's. Rose could see that Helga was looked up at her.

"Thank you, Helga. Let's go back inside." Rose said. A melancholy smile was across her face. "What's the schedule for tomorrow?" Asked Rose as the two women slipped back through the open window, where Tzipora was talking to Cora.

"Oh, Rose, Helga, dinner is ready." Tzipora said, gesturing to the small table with soup. "Cora has school tomorrow, I have work but I'm striking with the suffragettes. Helga needs to rest. Rose, how's rehearsal going?"

"Paychecks come Friday, they should help." Rose said with a smile. "It'll probably be more than our four salaries at the factory combined."

"Baruch HaShem!" Tzipora whispered under her breath as the four girls sat down around the small table. "Now let's eat."