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Los Angeles

The thick L.A traffic is as oppressing as the smog. While New York was bustling with humanity, it also held an air of excitement and possibility. My bland apartment is in stark opposition to the warmth of Tom's cozy flat with the interior brick walls and comfortable furniture. And what stands out most now that I'm back is the longing in my heart. It was a whirlwind visit, but every minute of it is amplified in my mind as I replay Tom's mesmerizing glances, the way he owned the stage in his show, and the enticing touch of his hands as he kissed me goodbye.

I roll my suitcase into the bedroom. On the plane I was able to catch a solid four hours of sleep. With the time difference we gained three hours, and now it’s only one a.m. so I get to crawl in and sleep some more.

But true to his word, first thing in the morning, we're full speed ahead starting with costume fittings. I take one look at myself in a skimpy, backless number and turn on Dominic. "Seriously? What could possibly make you think I'd wear this?

He cracks a grin. "Tom gave it the thumbs up."

"Oh." I try to pull the cleavage closed and tug the thin sheath of fabric lower over my butt. "Couldn't I at least have a little more fringe? It shows way too much ass."

"You look fantastic. It fits the dance, the audience will love it, and as I recall, a certain New Yorker is rather fond of your, ahem, you know. Next costume."

He gives me a nudge back to the changing room. I silently curse him, yet deep down am flattered that Tom chose it.

While Dominic meets with production about the set designs, I'm stuck doing interviews, which I loathe. I should be used to this by now, but as a default finalist, they're spinning their attention onto Dominic and I as the dark horse. Don't they realize I've been the dark horse my whole life?

Now that I'm back at the studio and see the amount of effort being put into the finale, I want to prove we belong here. Every spare moment we sneak off to rehearse.

"Eyes up! Why are you looking at the floor?" Dominic barks.

"Sorry." I lift my chin and focus on the complicated steps. We continue for another hour. I'm sweaty and exhausted when the three guys from the troupe and five of the pro dancers barge in. I turn to Dominic in a panic.

"What? I told you we were working with the backup dancers today. Hey guys, thanks for coming." He welcomes them all.

I push the fallen hair off my sweaty forehead and whisper to Dominic. "Eight! We need eight backup dancers?"

He laughs. "Yes. It's the finale. As the number builds, more guys are added until the final section where we'll rock this number out of the park."

"I guess I thought we only had the two because of the tricks." Sweat trails down my back.

"Don't worry, they're here to make you look good."

"Well, in that case, can we get any more?" At first I'm intimidated by all the pros, but quickly discover it's a lot of fun to dance as part of a big group. I'd been learning the number with Dominic and two stand-ins for the stunts, but now I see how it all comes together and am further psyched. It takes a while to work through all the tricks and lifts, but it's strong hands that lift and toss me like a domino back and forth. I'm corrected every time I lack posture or don't point, kick, or snap a move perfectly.

We run it full speed, and at the end I get sloppy and don't extend quite far enough and land wrong, having the breath knocked right out of me.

The guys set me on my feet, but I lower myself to the floor to catch my breath. Dominic is in my face. "What happened? Are you all right?"

I wave him away and try to draw in air, but am still reeling from the hit.

Pavel says, "She landed wrong and I caught her hard across the back."

Dominic kneels next to me. "Talk to me."

"Go away." I heave in a breath and cover my eyes with my arm, effectively shutting him, the other dancers, and the cameraman out of my sight lines.

"Okay, guys. Thanks. Other than that last stunt, it looks great. We'll see you later at camera blocking."

I focus on slow steady breaths and revel in the comfort of the hard floor. A towel drops on my stomach. I peek at Dominic who sits on the floor next to me with a bottle of water.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I just need a minute."

"That's about all you get because we have to get back to the studio and camera block our Viennese waltz."

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