The group of dancers muttered and talked amongst themselves, grouping themselves into their own respective clusters and cliques. Idina stood in the corner, pretending to talk on the phone. She wasn't antisocial or arrogant; she just didn't want to make a fool out of herself. She was always afraid of walking up to someone and having them completely ignore her, or worse: saying something and being made fun of. That had happened to her more than once.

Kristin strolled in and stopped in the center of the room, trying to pick out who to talk to. Her gaze landed on Idina, slouching in the corner, talking on the phone. Idina noticed Kristin looking at her and smiled, shutting her phone. Kristin walked over. She still wasn't sure if she liked her or not.

"Hello," Kristin said, she paused as she searched for something to say. Finally, she decided on, "What do you think we'll be working on today?"

Idina replied, "I don't know, but since the dancers are here, I'm guessing we'll be working on choreography."

"Yup." Kristin nodded and kept nodding for awhile. She couldn't think of what to say. She wasn't that good at making small talk.

Idina picked up on that. She started talking again. "Yeah… I just hope they go slow. I'm not the best dancer." She gave Kristin a look that said, Actually, I'm not good at all. Would you help me?

"I guess I could help you…" Kristin reluctantly replied.

Idina's face brightened. "Really? That would be great," she placed her hand on Kristin's shoulder, "thank you."

She felt electricity pumping through her veins, a shiver at the base of her spine. Kristin awkwardly shrugged the hand off her shoulder. She couldn't take it anymore.

The crowd started to move, aligning themselves in three equal rows. Idina and Kristin scurried to take their places; they knew the choreographer was coming.

Wayne Cilento bounced into the room. He had that kind of personality that filled the entire area as soon as he walked in. You couldn't NOT look at him. He took control.

"Everyone, everyone, please quiet down," he said, even though they were already silent. "Today, in case you did not know, we will be choreographing the dance that goes along with the song What Is This Feeling." They obviously liked to go in order at the Gershwin Theater.

"To start off, let's have, hmm, you over there and um YOU over here and you move where he is," he pointed at three of the dancers and moved them to different places of the room.

Idina followed his wagging finger with her eyes as it moved across the room, as if stuck in a trance. He moved four more people; her eyes moved four more times.

"Idina." The sound of Wayne's voice shook her out of her reverie. She looked up. The finger pointed at her.

"Idina," he said again, "can you move over there." She nodded and scampered over to where the finger was pointing. Dead center. "Kristin, you move there too." Kristin glided over to the place where Idina was standing in her usual fashion. Short and confident.

Wayne talked again, "Now we're going to start the real dance." He nodded at Idina and Kristin to follow his movements. He stomped across the room and glowered at an invisible enemy while the piano was playing. Turning towards the supposed audience, he glowered at them too. He gestured at Idina to signify that it was her turn.

That seems easy enough, She thought. She copied his movements and facial expressions almost perfectly. She was pleased.

"Good," he stated. "Now Kristin."

She traveled across the smooth floor, making Wayne's stunning performance look like wedding dancing. Perfect, as usual, Idina thought. She rolled her eyes.

Wayne went on to lead them in more difficult dance moves. Kristin reacted flawlessly to every point in the song, while Idina stumbled along. She didn't understand what was so hard; all she had to do was run around the stage acting angry. She just couldn't get the hang of it.

She started to get frustrated, sighing or groaning at every mistake she made and every false step she took. Wayne wasn't much help (she didn't expect him to be), in fact, all he did was make the choreography harder. It was like that was her punishment for not being as good as the others.

After the thirtieth time practicing one step, Idina couldn't do it anymore. She flew out of the room, her face getting redder with every step she took. The door slammed shut. All eyes fell on Kristin.

Kristin looked around in dismay, "What are you all looking at me for?" she asked accusingly.

Wayne looked to the door and then back at her. "Go," he demanded.

So Kristin went. She guessed it was the right thing to do, given that Idina HAD been so nice to her. Prowling around the hallway, she heard the sound of Idina crying at last. She gently knocked on the door and came into the bathroom. She was cautious not to move toward her too fast.

"Go away," Idina said through sobs. She blew her nose and tossed the tissue in the trash, putting her chin in her hands. You could not believe the misery those two words brought Kristin. She felt…horrible. Do I actually like her…? Kristin stepped closer to Idina, kneeling down next to the toilet she was sitting on. She put her arm around her.

"You know what, " Idina looked up at Kristin, who continued to talk. "It doesn't even matter if you can't dance." Idina put her face back in her hands. "No no no, don't feel bad, don't do that," Kristin lifted Idina's head out of her palms, wiping the tears away with her thumb. "I mean, it doesn't matter if you can't dance BECAUSE you have a beautiful voice." Kristin smiled. "It's the most gorgeous voice I've ever heard. And that's the truth." Idina pulled her mouth into a weak smile and laughed. "And-and-and you're an amazing actress and- God- you're so sweet. You're probably the kindest person I've ever met. I mean, I treated you like dirt and you still invited me to dinner. I could never do that. And…you're absolutely stunning… You're beautiful." That got her. Idina smiled and sniffled and pulled Kristin into a hug, resting her chin on Kristin's shoulder.

"Thank you." Idina said.

"You're welcome." Kristin mumbled into Idina's hair, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Now let's get you cleaned up and back in business!" Kristin jumped up and snatched a tissue from the box and started cleaning Idina's face. Idina smiled.

"Thank you." She said again. "Thank you."