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“Have you noticed anything weird about this video?” he asks.

“Are you talking about how they’re keeping us apart?”

“I am. Tell me I’m not the only one who thinks that was see-through?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? It could just be a coincidence.”

“You haven’t been dealing with this stuff as long as I have, and trust me, there are never any coincidences when it comes to Chorus.”

“Right.”

“But I dunno, maybe we’re overthinking it.”

That seems unlikely. I trust Ruben’s judgement. If we both noticed it, then chances are high that it is actually a thing. That they actually are keeping us apart to try to keep our relationship a secret.

“I have an idea,” I say. “Do you want to find out for sure if they’re up to something?”

He pauses for a moment.

“I do.”

My plan is kind of simple, but I think it will work.

At the end of this video, there is a “candid” moment. It happens when we’re done with the routine, and the plot is wrapped up. Angel’s character has won the race, and there is a shot of us all celebrating for him.

The plan is for us to interact while filming this, and see how they respond.

The set we’re on is another green screen. This time, we’ve been told it will be set up to look like we’re at the finish line.

“And, action!”

Angel, who is holding a neon trophy, beams while Jon applauds. I go up to Ruben, and put my arm around him.

I can feel the tension on the other side of the camera. Erin’s clearly biting her tongue.

“Nice work,” says our director. “Let’s go again.”

Penny rushes over to me, and starts dabbing my face with a makeup sponge.

“What are you up to?” she asks, whispering under her breath. “I think Erin is about to snap her iPad.”

“That would be like murdering her child, no?”

Penny laughs. “Just be careful. They’re watching you.”

She moves away to fix Angel’s makeup.

Once take two is rolling, I move over to Ruben, only this time I don’t touch him, I just stand next to him, to applaud Angel.

The shift in the room is immediately noticeable.

But we’re just standing next to each other. It’s not like I’m kissing him or even holding his hand or proclaiming ourmutual love of Lady Gaga. Why would they have an issue with this? In a way, I get staying closeted until after Russia, but right now, this feels excessive.

Our director rubs her forehead. “We’ll go through one more time, then we’ll have a break.”

Now comes the time to properly test our theory.

“Action!”

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