Archer shook his head, throat still tight. “That’s not what I’m saying, I mean—”

“It’s fine.” Caleb cut him off and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I’m hungry and tired. I need to sit down and eat like five steaks.”

“Okay. Let’s get you those steaks.”

Dinner was a subdued affair—they occupied their usual table and didn’t talk much, with no sign of Ben or Beau. When they filtered back into the theater right on time, raised voices carried to them from the greenroom.

“That’s it! I’m done!” It was Ben’s words they could make out first.

“Uh oh,” Archer muttered. They followed the sound of the shouting and inched into the greenroom. The B-Boys were facing off next to a makeup table in their cowboy gear.

“Looks like there’s about to be a shootout,” Dominik whispered behind his hand.

“Shut up!” Betty hissed, jabbing her elbow into his side.

“I’m done!” Ben repeated, ignoring the audience entirely. “I can’t do this anymore, Beau! You either trust me, or you don’t, and clearly you don’t. It’s over! We are over.”

Archer was embarrassed that he gasped aloud until he realized they all had.

“Oh, shit,” Dominik murmured.

Beau bit his lip and cast his eyes up to the ceiling, shaking his head. “You can’t mean it.”

“I mean it.” Ben made a slashing motion with his hand. “It’s over.”

Beau burst into tears and ran from the room.

“Ah, fuck,” Mateo said.

Betty and Grace hurried after Beau.

“I am not dancing with him!” Beau shrieked from the hall.

“I’m not dancing with him, either!” Ben yelled back.

Mateo threw his hands up. “I fucking quit.”

“It’s okay,” Archer said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s get back to the whiteboard.”

Mateo didn’t budge, shaking his head.

“Come on.” Archer tugged at his arm. “We figured it out once. We can do it again.”

Or so he hoped.

Archer’s buzzing phone pulled him out of his sleep late the next morning. It was a text from Betty. He had missed a few messages in the group chat, too. You’d better get down to the theater.

Fuck. Last night’s late show came back to him like a nightmare. The crying and sniping backstage. The red eyes and glaring onstage. The collision between Grace and Betty. Caleb tired after his day lost on the mountain, missing several cues, and jumping half the height he normally did. They had pulled off the show, Archer supposed, but it wasn’t pretty. No one said much when it was over, melting away to their respective bedrooms to lick their wounds. Beau didn’t come back to their room at all, and Ben refused to say a word to anyone. Archer didn’t know what was waiting at the theater now, but it couldn’t be good.