Chapter 13

“What about the rest of it?” Jack looked back and forth. “How does the rest of it look?”

Paul glanced over to Sweet. “How about it? Is there anything worth showing us?”

“No. Let me work out a few steps and we’ll meet again after lunch.”

While Sweet went over to the pianist, Jack popped up to block Paul’s path. “But we’re not done. We’ve got the whole morning to work.”

A dozen excuses sprang to mind. He could easily avoid Jack for the rest of the morning, and probably most of the afternoon, but he had done okay. Good, even. “We can work out the rough spots on the opening number.”

The boyish grin surprised him, and for a split second, he almost imagined he saw what the audiences might like about Jack. “That kick you did around the chair needs to stay, though. The one you did during the bridge. That popped.”