Dianne's PoV
My mum said I have to go back to dance today because she refuses to be paying this much money and me not go. I wish I didn't have to, but I know she's right. Plus, if I don't go it's basically letting Joe win, and after all this I refuse to let Joe win. In fact, I know I won't let Joe win.
Joe's PoV
I sit in the foyer of the studio waiting for tap class, my eyes searching for Dianne amongst all the madness. Monday's are our busiest days, with baby ballet and toddler tap both being at the same time. It's chaos.
Most people are still mad with me, but some of them are understanding and have actually listened to my side of the story instead of just straight away believing I would actually cheat on Dianne.
"I just want her back, you know," I sigh.
"Yeah," Neil nods. "Not sure how you plan on doing that though."
"Talk to her maybe?" Jack unhelpfully suggests.
"She won't reply to me," I shake my head. "She's not said a word to me since she broke up with me."
We're just about to go into tap class when that unmistakable red hair enters the building.
"Dianne!" I say. She doesn't even look at me, and even though I'm not surprised, it's extremely sad.
"Bro," Jack nudges me and nods in Dianne's direction to an important detail I hadn't noticed before now.
Dianne was holding hands with Mikey Pearce.
"She moves on fast," Neil laughs. I shoot him a glare. How could she do this to me?
"Nope," Lola shoves herself into our conversation. "She doesn't even like Mikey, trust me. She's just doing this to get back at you, Joe, and to make you jealous."
"Oh," I say, a little relieved. Still, it's hurtful to have done that when she must know by now that I didn't intentionally hurt her and never would.
"Joe, Dianne, a word," Shirley interrupts and drags both of us by the wrist into her office.
"We have tap class," I point out.
"I couldn't care less!" she says, blatantly annoyed. It's not difficult to figure out why. "You two said you could do this duet and now this stupid fiasco has occurred and you're both jeopardising our chances at Nationals. If we don't make Internationals because of you two, I will personally see to it that neither of you ever steps foot in this studio again."
I look at Dianne, and for the first time she actually looks at me too.
"You can't do that," Dianne protests.
"Then you keep your personal lives separate from your dance lives," Shirley says. "You will be professional. That means working together as if you were still together. I want to see the chemistry you auditioned with. Neither of you are having tap class right now. I've booked a rehearsal studio and we're going there right now to make sure you have a duet. I'll be overseeing the entire thing. Because we've got induction days for the Junior Troupe members, our team rehearsals will end an hour and a half earlier today, so I've also booked the space for you when A Troupe rehearsals end. You will both turn up to that rehearsal, you will both be professional about it and if I don't see an improvement by the end of this week I'll give the duet to another pair, meaning neither of you will be featured at Nationals."
Dianne and I stand very still. I feel like Shirley has blown this out of proportion a bit, but I don't say so. Dianne didn't even turn up to rehearsals last night, so this is really her fault.
"Okay," I say, and Dianne nods.
"Brilliant," Shirley says, and we follow her to the practise room.
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Flying (Fight Song Book 2)
FanfictionThe sequel to my fanfic 'Fight Song'. Joe and Dianne have been separated by distance with the belief they weren't going to see each other again until the next Internationals, providing they both made it there. Now, Regionals had finished and audit...
