Dance till you drop

Dance

-Dylan-
It's been about two weeks and we have a new competition this week. Max is finally back and better then ever. We both have solos this week.
"Dylan, come on." Alex says.
I walk into the big room.
"Let's run through it one more time."
I'm redoing Lies since I never got to properly do it before. So, we're hoping I can really pull this one off.

-Max-
I sit by Adam in the viewing room. Just talking and messing around.
"So, would you ever get a tattoo?" He asks.
"No."
"Piercing?"
"No."
"There is something wrong with you."
I laugh.
"No there's not."
He looks at me.
"There's not."
"Okay." He says with sarcasm.
I roll my eyes.
"Oh Dylan watch that turn." I say.
"Wow. Are you that one stalker boyfriend?"
"No. Sorry that she asks me to help her. And like you don't know Emily's dances."
He hits me.
"Would you shut up."
I laugh.
"Just ask her out already. Gosh."
"It's not that easy."
"You know what, I'll help you."
"Okay. How do I do it then?"
"You just, do it."
I laugh at the look he gives me.
"I hate you."
"Hey! I did it. Just do it. It's obvious she likes you."
"Really?"
"No." He hits my arm. "But Dylan says she does like you though."
"Well, maybe I should then."
"Thank you God! But do it this time! Not like before."
"I will."
"You better."
"I will. I'm not kidding."
"Okay."
"But, what's your solo on this week."
Why did he have to ask?
"Can't you wait?"
"Max, what is it on?"
"It's about giving up something you love. There I said it. I just hope my costume doesn't look dumb."
I grab my coat.
"Cause I can't wear my own dang suit!"
I slam the coat down.
"Wait, your dressing up as a racer?"
"Yes. I'm being me! Being me is what I want to do!"
"Chill. I get it."

-Dylan-
I head up to viewing room. Max is heading down.
"Hey." I say to Adam.
"Hey. So, you know what his solos about?"
"No. Why?"
"Oh. You'll see."
That worries be a bit.
Max walks into the big room.
"Ready?" Alex asks.
He nods. He walks to the side. We walks out. Tall. He walks to the back middle as his music starts. It sounds like a car. He lays down. Right leg bent. Like he's.
I stand up and gasp. Adam laughs.
"You knew?"
"Yeah."
I hit him.
"Not funny!"
Max sits up but stops. I look at him. He mumbles something under his breath.
"Dylan knows." He says.
I walk down and into the gym. Ignoring him.
"Dylan. Dylan wait."
"What?"
"I know your mad just let me explain.
"Explain what? That your doing a song about a tragic part of your life? Then go ahead."
I turn around and start to walk again.
"Like you haven't?" I stop.
"Maybe. Maybe I have. But not something that happened a few weeks ago!"
"But the week of?"
"No! Not about the week of! I wait a month before I do something about my life! I told Alex to lie about it! I always do."
"What?"
"My song lies? It's because I lie to my family, my own sister! And they don't know. They don't know that there's nights I lay in my bed and cry myself to sleep because no one cares about me. Your the only one."
I turn and walk into the lobby. Max comes in a minute later.
"Dylan, I did this dance for a reason you know."
"Why?"
"I'm being me. Being Max. I lost something I love. But in the end it makes me a better person. Makes it better for me. I shouldn't be in a car every week when there's better things I could be doing. Dancing, with you. Anything. Racing will always be a part of me. But I can live without it."
He pulls a wrench from his pocket.
"I will never be able to live without a few wrenches in my tool box. Never."
"Huh?"
"I race because of the person who gave me this wrench."
"Who, who gave it to you?"
"Someone who was very close to me who died a few years ago. He was a mechanic. He loved watching racing but he couldn't do it himself so I told him I would do it and I kind of regret it now."
"Who was he?"
"He was a family friend. And, he was more like family to us."
I hug him.
"I need to do this dance. I need to."
"Then do it."
"Thank you."

I walk back up to the viewing room.
"Max, change of plans. By chance go you have a t-shirt or something with your name on it?" Alex asks.
He walks to his bag.
"Like this?"
"Yes!"
Max switches shirts.
"Good. Ripped jeans? Used ones?"
"Got some at home."
"Yes! Perfect!"
I know what's she's doing. She doesn't want a racer in an odd costume.
"What I'm trying to do is make this feel real."
"Sounds good to me."
"I just wish you had your suit available."
Oh man, touchy subject.
"Me too." He says.
"Ready?"
"Ready."