Abigail

When I moved to New York to pursue a career in dance, I knew it'd be hard. Just not like this. It's been months and I've barely seen a gig. But now the Owen family is doing a casting call for their next Broadway masterpiece, and I've got an invite. I didn't expect any of them to be there, especially not their youngest son, William. The way he watches me is like he's mesmerized. If I score this role, he'll be my boss, and that's dangerous territory. But I'm starting to think I don't mind.

William

When my parents told me to oversee the auditions for the new show, I'd only intended to stick around long enough to get them off my back. But then Abigail showed up. The way she dances is like an oil painting, and I want to keep watching. She's going to get a part in the show, and I'm going to oversee much more than the auditions. This is the first time I've felt alive in over a decade, and I'm not going to let her get away.