I felt great. There was no pain in my knee, I had some cash in my pocket and, come next week, I'd be on a plane home to New York. I did my stretches on Jane's living room floor. Jane was in the kitchen, cooking my favorite meal, garlic chicken with lots of onions, black beans and some ice cold beer.

Jane walked in and put a cold one on the floor next to me. "Here you go." She bent over and gave me a kiss.

"Mmm, I like that," I said.

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down to the floor.

"Careful, you might spill your beer."

I kissed her.

"There's more in the fridge."

*****

We dressed and ate dinner.

"How is it?"

For an Anglo, she didn't do a half-bad job.

"Let me kiss the cook."

"You're awfully... virile this evening," Jane said. "This audition sure means alot, doesn't it?"

"You don't know how much," I said with a mouthful of chicken and beans.

"It will be exciting to watch you on stage. I know how sexy you'll look in tights."

I just smiled.

"You're going to be dynamite tomorrow."

"I know."

*****

I was in bed going through the choreography I was going to use for the audition.

My mind went over every move. Chasse, turn, step, kick, turn, step, turn, jete.

Over and over. I kept thinking about it.

I also thought about home.

Greg's helped me a lot, so has Hugo. Fran, well, I have to admit I've got a little crush on my lovable lesbian roommate. Still, this ain't home.

Bobby will let me crash at his place until I find an apartment or, maybe I can get back together with Jess.

Jess.

I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees me at her door.

She'll shit.

Then she'll take me back.