“Don’t get sensitive. We need to be clear here. Will you be coming back to dancing?” Thomas asks.
“They say I won’t.” Arkady doesn’t want to give up, but he’s pretty sure doctors don’t tell you things are that serious unless they’re one hundred percent sure.
“Well, I guess just call me if you get back on your feet,” Thomas says, standing up.
“What? Are you dropping me? Just like that? You’ve been my manager for nine years.” Arkady can’t believe this is happening. It’s like a nightmare, but he can’t wake up. He’s never going to wake up, and that reality makes him feel like sobbing, but boys don’t cry—and men certainly don’t. It was one of his father’s rules.
“I’ve spent nine years dragging you out of trouble and scandals, and it’s been worth it. You’ve made me a lot of money.” Thomas sh
