“You _were_ wandering, gal. I was telling you, I had a call from the UN Dome right after the one from Relay. They heard you were staying on this week, and wanted to know if there was any chance of getting you to give an evening performance before you go?” “Performance? Here? On the _Moon_?” “Well, I _said_ I didn’t know--Why not? I should think this place would be a dancer’s dream?” He was dead right, of course. And she was shocked that in five days here she’d never even _thought_ of the things you could do dancing at one-sixth gravity! “I’d _love_ to, Chris, but--listen, I’ll try some stuff tonight and see how it goes, okay? Can you let them know tomorrow morning?” “Sure. It would be all rush-rush, anyhow. Not much difference tonight or tomorrow. You had dinner yet?” “I was just going. I told Thad I’d eat with him and that lovely girl--Rita?” “Rita Donovan?” “That’s right. But if I’m going to practice, I think I’ll eat later. Are you going down now?” “I suppose so. Why?” “Well, would you explain to Thad? Or what’s his room? I’ll call--” “I’ll let him know. Now can _I_ ask a favor?” “Any time, Chris.” He was such a _nice_ man.... “Frankly, I feel kind of foolish,” he said, with his slow smile, “but Kutler’s been up here sounding off about your dancing, and tell you the truth, I don’t usually take much time for that kind of thing on tri-di. I--” She let out a peal of delighted laughter. “_Doctor_ Christensen, are you asking for a stage-door pass to watch rehearsal?” “I guess that’s the size of it.” He actually looked sheepish...! “Okay, but on one condition--” “Yes?” “Where’s the stage?” He started to answer, and she interrupted. “I didn’t mean _the_ stage. I meant a place for practice. All I need is floor and something to play tapes on. Oh--can I get some stuff from the library now?” “All the time,” he said. “Like the dining room. Library has to stay open, around here. Everyone’s on such whacky schedules.” “Well, good, I’ll change and go see what they’ve got. Suppose--how about meeting me there? Then you can show me where to set up shop?” “Great. Twenty minutes. I’ll see Thad on the way.” “You’re a doll.” She switched off, humming the tune that had started to run through her head as soon as she thought at all seriously about dancing here. But _how_ could she not have thought of it once all this time? She shook her head, smiling, still humming, and changed to dance leotards, added a full skirt, and slipped on soft dance shoes. Before she left the room, she stood for a long moment looking through the dome wall at the brilliant mid-day moonscape outside. _If I ask to see the Shack, they’ll let me go out_, she thought; and thought, afterwards, it was silly to _want_ to so much. But she would ask. _Mexcity--Monday, August 29, 9:30_ A.M. _(C.S.T.)_