“Sure,” Faye replied with a nod. “Start again whenever you’re ready.”
“You don’t think you’d watch meattemptto move hips that don’t like to move and see another woman on the dance floor and at leastthinkabout dancing with her instead?” Samara started again, right on cue.
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, you’re right: we could do that. But we’d be giving up this amazing sofa seat I found for us.”
“Could you part with the seat if we could find another seat?”
“Um… Dana, that sounds a little weird. The line is ‘part withit,’ so you don’t say ‘seat’ twice,” Bryce noted.
“Right. Sorry,” Dana said and took a deep breath. Shetried to get back into Bray mode and looked down at her script. “Could you part withitif we could find another seat? Or, we could just dance in front of it, blocking it so others don’t take it from us.”
“The song’s almost over, Bray. I–”
“Take a chance,” Dana said plainly.
“Can we take a minute?”
Dana looked up, surprised, because it wasSamarawho had asked that question.
“Sure,” Faye said and turned to Reed and Bryce, giving them a concerned expression.
“Dana, can I maybe talk to you outside?” Samara asked.
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” Samara said, taking her hand. “Come on.”
Dana was promptly pulled out of the room, down the hall, and then into another room that was empty save for a few pieces of random furniture.
“What’s going on?” Samara asked her, letting go of her hand.
“You just pulled me in here. What–”
“Dana, this morning, you were great. You stared at me like you might actually find me attractive. Now, you can’t even look at me.”
“I can look at you. I’m looking at you right now.”
“In there.” Samara pointed toward the other room. “You have to be able to look at mein there, and then again, every time we’re on camera. We’re supposed to be two women falling in love at first sight here. We’re about to do a sexy dance and make out after that.”
“I just got a little mixed up. That’s all. I–”
“Is this about lunch?”
“What? No.”
“Really? You’re not still pissed at me?”
“A little, yes. But I’m…” She looked around the room. “Nervous, okay?”
“Why?”
“Because I get nervous. I always have during auditions,but this is the biggest one of my life, so I’m extra nervous, and you’re standing there with that…” She motioned to Samara. “Face I’m still kind of mad at. And I was scooping potatoes about three minutes ago, so I’m doing the best I can.”
“You’re mad at my face?”
“A little,” she replied.
