“Hey, Katie. I got your message. What are you doing in here? You ok?” Lisa speaks softly as she slides into the silent dance studio. I can hear the concern in her voice. It’s 9pm. The place is deserted, and Lisa knows something is up. I’m not meant to be here. I should be in my room, relaxing, having a drink, and enjoying one last night off like the rest of the cast. “Oh god, Lisa. Thanks for coming. Sorry. I’m freaking o...