The dancers pick a focal point when they spin, he’d told Wes. They keep their eyes on that point so they don’t lose focus. Justin ended his solo with a sky-high leap, landed in a lunge, threw his head back, and stared up at the dome overhead. His eyes were scrunched up as agony twisted his face, his arms thrown wide in his final pose. His chest heaved, shoulders rising and falling, and he blinked at the LEDs, their starlight catching the shine of tears at the corners of his painted eyelids. Wes’s heart seized. Then Justin rose and bowed, his face transformed into a careful smile. The audience
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