Sean!” Isabella raced up behind me, pulling me to a stop with her tiny fingers. “I need to see you before you leave today. I’ve come up with some great moves for your solo next week and I want to go over them.” I inwardly cringed. I’d been trying to avoid our choreographer all day, knowing she had the moves set for me. I did need to get onto it, otherwise I wouldn’t know the part in time for filming. I just really didn’t want to dance that song. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Yeah, of course.” “Are you free now? I’ve got an hour.” “Uh-huh.” I didn’t want to be free; I wanted to go and hide out in my room until Con needed me back on set, but Isabella had me now, and there was no way I could get out of it. I forced a smile and followed her up to the rehearsal room. “Okay.” She stretched her arms wide.
