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Peyton
“Great show tonight, Peyton,” my dance partner, André, told me as we came offstage from the final bow.
“Thanks! You too.”
My knee twinged slightly, but I couldn’t deny the incredible feeling of being back in Lincoln Center performing on stage at the Koch Theater before an enormous, enthusiastic, full audience. And dancing with André was way better than the last few performances with Serge. He really couldn’t take a hint.
“I think some of us are going to get drinks out if you want to come with,” he offered.
“Sure. I’m down,” I told him with a smile.
Anything to get me out of my apartment. All I’d done in the eight days since being back was dance and obsess over leaving Lubbock. Going out with my friends would hopefully help me to stop thinking so damn much.
I popped a few
