"I'm kinda lost," Ricky told Carlos during after school rehearsal. "If the play's over, why would we still be dancing?"
"To show us what hell looks like if it was a musical," Alice said from her spot on the sidelines.
"It's a curtain call," Carlos corrected, "You're the last two to come out. We want to bring the audience to their feet."
"Teach them the dance," Ricky shot back.
"Carlos? Can we wait for Miss Jenn?" Nini asked.
"Miss Jenn is busy tracking down a prop. She's asked me to create a crescendo, people, so let's stop swirling and start twirling."
"But why are we practicing the bows when we haven't even practiced the play?"
"Because you start with the hardest dance that takes the longest to learn. It's in The Big Book of Broadway. Page 374. Okay, people. Let's take it from three counts of eight, right before Troy and Gabriella's entrance for the bows. A five, six, seven, eight." The dance started out great... until Ricky and Nini came out. Nini started to dance while Ricky cluelessly wandered around.
"I can't do this. I'm sorry."
"What is he doing?" Nini asked Carlos.
"You're talking to him? I'm here."
"'Cause you're not... here. Not for the right reasons."
"What's that mean?"
"What I said, Ricky. You hate musicals. You're doing this so we're in each other's grills."
"Back to the dance, please!" Carlos tried to intervene, but Nini wasn't done.
"Now you're rubbing some weird cologne on your neck."
