Dancing Under The Moonlight
Language: en
It started during rehearsal, when I casually pointed out that Brianna, the undisputed golden girl of our class, was half a beat behind the music. The words had barely left my mouth before her childhood-best-friend-slash-not-so-secret-admirer charged across the room and shoved me down the risers in front of the entire theater company. "What the hell is wrong with you, Gina?" he yelled, pointing a finger an inch from my nose. "The choreographer didn't say a word. Who do you think you are, picking her apart from the back row?" Before I could answer, he whipped around to face the director.…