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'Fun?' Her voice rises in disbelief. 'You think this is fun? Oh God.' Suddenly her face changes

expression, and she breaks off and rushes through an adjoining door. The next moment I can

hear her retching.

OK, there's something wrong here. I thought dancing was suppose to be good for your health.

She appears at the door again, pale and trembling, and I peer at her anxiously.

'Liss, are you all right?'

'I can't do it,' she says. 'I can't.' She seems to come to a sudden decision. 'OK, I'm going

home.' She starts reaching for her clothes. 'Tell them I was suddenly taken ill, it was an

emergency…'

'You can't go home!' I say in horror, and try to grab the clothes out of her hands. 'Lissy, you'll

be fine! I mean, think about it. How many times have you had to stand up in a big court and

make some really long speech in front of loads of people, and if you get it wrong an i

man might go to jail?'

Lissy stares at me as though I'm crazy.

'Yes, but that's easy!'

'Well…' I cast around desperately. 'Well, if you pull out now, you'll always regret it. You'll

always look back and wish you'd gone through with it.'

There's silence. I can practically see Lissy's brain working underneath all the feathers and

stuff.

'You're right,' she says at last, and relinquishes her hold of the clothes. 'OK. I'll do it. But I

don't want you to watch. Just… meet me afterwards. No, don't even do that. Just stay away.

Stay right away.'

'OK,' I say hesitantly. 'I'll go if you really want me to-'

'No!' She swivels round. 'You can't go! I've changed my mind. I need you there!'

'OK,' I say, even more hesitantly, just as a Ta

minute call!'

'I'll go then,' I say. 'Let you warm up.'

'Emma.' Lissy grabs hold of my arm and fixes me with an intense gaze. She's holding me so

tight, she's hurting my flesh. 'Emma, if I ever say I want to do anything like this again, you

have to stop me. Whatever I say. Promise you'll stop me.'

'I promise,' I say hastily. 'I promise.'

Bloody hell. I have never seen Lissy like that before in my life. As I walk back out into the

courtyard, which is now swarming with even more well-dressed people, I'm thudding with

nerves myself. She didn't look capable of standing up, let alone dancing.

Please don't let her mess up. Please.

A horrible image comes to me of Lissy standing like a startled rabbit, unable to remember her

steps. And the audience just staring at her. The thought of it makes my stomach curdle.

OK. I am not going to let that happen. If anything goes wrong I'll cause a distraction. I'll

pretend to have a heart attack. Yes. I'll collapse on the floor, and everyone will look at me for

a few seconds, but the performance won't stop or anything because we're British, and by the

time everyone turns back to the stage again, Lissy will have remembered her steps.

And if they rush me to hospital or anything, I'll just say, 'I had these terrible chest pains!' Noone

will be able to prove that I didn't.

And even if they can prove it, with some special machine, I'll just say-

'Emma.'

'What?' I say absently. And then my heart stops.

Jack is standing ten feet away. He's dressed in his usual uniform of jeans and jersey, and he

stands out a mile amongst all the corporate suited lawyers. As his dark eyes meet mine I feel

all the old hurt rushing back into my chest.

Don't react, I tell myself quickly. Closure. New life.

'What are you doing here?' I ask, with a little I'm-not-actually-interested shrug.

'I found the flyer for this on your desk.' He lifts a piece of paper, not taking his eyes off mine.

'Emma, I really wanted to talk.'

I feel a sudden smarting inside. He thinks he can just pitch up and I'll drop everything to talk