Chapter 6

I know things have been bad lately, but resorting to self harm isn't the answer.

Clearly, I have turned to self harm though. Because there is no other explanation for being in a dance studio the morning after a night out. So self harm it is. I wonder if I need therapy.

My head is pounding, and it's only made worse by Cleo patting me on the back.

"Wake up, buttercup." Her and Daisy share a giggle at my despair.

I'm currently bent at the waist, panting heavily. The room spins a little as I straighten and take a sip of my water. We've only finished warm ups, and I feel like we have been dancing for days. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and look away as quickly, I don't need to see that.

Daisy and Cleo are two of my backup dancers on stage, that's how we met. Being on tour grows strong bonds, and so I do a few dance classes with them every week. It helps me to stay in shape, and it's worth it for the gossiping we do.

"So… we saw a little sneak peek on Noma's socials this morning!" Although, it appears that I am the topic of gossip this morning. "Tell us everything."

"Oh," I reply to Cleo. "I didn't see that they had posted anything. I literally just rolled out of bed and into my car this morning."

"Here, look!" Daisy holds out her phone to me.

Noma shared a sneak peek, alright. It's individual head shots for now, nothing with the couples. I must be still drunk because I can hear myself telling them that there were couple shots too.

"Which one?"

I point to the smoldering photo of Sebastian.

"I can't really see him properly…" Cleo sighs.

"Fine." I tell them, begrudgingly. "I have the full photos."

I pull out my phone and show them both the shots with Sebastian.

"He's a hunk!" Daisy exclaims, receiving a few strange looks from the other girls in the class.

"OMG, yes!" Cleo agrees. "I'd take a piece of that any day. And you guys look so good together…"

I blush as Daisy nods vigorously.

"Are you into him?" she asks.

"Ladies! Enough chatting, let's get started on this routine." Our instructor calls out, saving me from responding.