Police and Ballet

I was hosting some friends from college, and I was already feeling a little overwhelmed by having them all over. That’s when I received a phone call (on a black landline that I don’t have in real life) from a neighbor. She sounded scared and out of breath, like she had been running. She mentioned her son and needing help. She hung up without finishing what she was saying. So, I instantly called the police and explained to them the situation. I did not really know this woman or where exactly her house was. Later, the police called me back and explained that the woman’s ovary had ruptured and she was just in pain. I was surprised because she’d made it sound like she was being robbed or something. My sister and I were a part of some kind of talent show. She would be doing theater, and I would be doing ballet. It was for the end of our high school career or something. There was some kind of love triangle going on between me, Logan from Gilmore Girls and a more aggressive boy. I don’t think I ended up with their of them, we all realized we needed to be on our own. I was pushing my sister away during all of this because I wanted my space, but then I felt bad about it as I watched her perform. My dance ended up being with the two boys. The stage was lit on one side and the other was darker, so it looked like there was a line on the floor separating both sides of the stage. I was trapped in an aerial curtain, dancing, and one of the boys helped me from it and moved me from the dark side of the stage to the light, against what the other boy wanted. At the end, the first boy approached me and held my face in his hands.