I did call out,” I say, as we sit in the emergency room at UCLA. Avery has her leg across my lap to elevate her swollen ankle. There’s a blue icepack draped across it, and we’re just waiting until we get called in so they can x-ray. I try to keep my eyes off it, feeling guilty for being the reason she’s hurt. I probably shouldn’t have stood there watching. But she just looked so free, and I’ve never seen someone dance like that before. It wasn’t that gay ballet bullshit, or that stupid hip-hop stuff they do in music videos – it was something much more…beautiful – like she was dancing her feelings. I was mesmerized. “It’s not your fault; my headphones cancel out the noise. I wouldn’t have heard you even if you yelled,” she replies with a grimace. “Does it hurt a lot?” She nods. “I just hope it isn’t too bad. I need to audition in time for college admissions, and I need to get a job so Josh and I can get our own place, and I want to pay my own way.”
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