Dancing was that eventually—
someone would try to fix it.
Unfortunately for Noah and Lily—
that someone was Emily.
Tuesday afternoon arrived with suspicious energy.
Which was never a good sign.
Lily walked into the gymnasium expecting a normal study session.
Instead, she found Emily dragging a portable speaker across the floor.
Jason was unfolding a handwritten banner that read:
EMERGENCY DANCE PRACTICE
Ryan looked at it.
Then looked at the exit.
Then seriously considered using it.
"What is going on.”
“It is a dance practice of course."
Yes,” Emily replied.
“No.”
“You’re going to the Winter Formal Lily.”
“That doesn’t require choreography.”
Jason gasped.
“It requires romance."
Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It requires patience.”
Before the debate could contin
