to his own bedroom. From then on things were as back to normal as they could be for a dancer who couldnât dance. Sister was very pleased with the way he was looking after his injury.
âContinue being patient and Iâm sure it will heal really well,â she encouraged him. âIt just needs time.â
But Marmalade was getting more and more gloomy. He had lots of time to devote to all the work he liked least, while the lessons he loved most of all were denied him. He was sinking into a deep depression, and nothing his friends did could bring him out of it. Lots of students were practicing hard in the hopes of being picked for the Rising Stars Concert, and this made Marmalade feel even worse. He had been so sure he was going to be chosen as a Rising Star this semester, but now all his dreams had turned to disaster. Everyone around him was focused and busy, while Marmalade was totally miserable. But he hadnât expected to argue with his best friend.
Danny had been trying hard to keep Marmalade cheerful, but it almost seemed that Marmalade didnât want to be happy anymore. Things came to a head when Danny came into their room to get changed after the general dance class. Marmalade was lying on his bed, reading a book. He didnât even look up when Danny greeted him.
Danny came over to Marmaladeâs bed and took the book out of his hand.
âHey!â Marmalade protested. âThatâs not fair! I canât fight you for it because of my knee.â
âYou spend too much time thinking about your knee,â Danny told him, putting the book well out of Marmaladeâs reach.
âDonât be so mean,â said Marmalade sulkily. âI thought you were my friend.â
âI am your friend,â Danny told him. âAnd Iâm worried about you. You spend all your time thinking about yourself, and itâs not doing you any good.â
â Youâd be totally miserable if you couldnât play the drums for months,â argued Marmalade.
âI know,â agreed Danny. âOf course I would. But you have to get on with life, even when things go wrong.â
âI canât get on with life,â Marmalade told him. âMy life is over.â
âThatâs just not true!â Danny told him angrily. âAnd youâre not the only one whoâs suffering. What about poor Jack?â
Marmalade stared at Danny. âWhat do you mean?â he demanded. âJack didnât hurt himself. It was his fault I got injured. If he hadnât come to Rockley Park, I would never have tried that jump.â
Danny shook his head. âYou canât blame Jack for your mistake,â he said. âYouâve always fooled around, doing dance steps and jumps all over the place.â
Marmalade didnât answer. He couldnât allow himself to admit that Danny was right.
But Danny hadnât finished. âSince youâve been ignoring him, Jack has started to make friends of his own,â he told Marmalade. âBut heâs so miserable about your injury. I told him it wasnât his fault you got hurt, but he blames himself for explaining it in the dining hall. He feels really guilty, and he doesnât know what to do. You made it clear that you didnât want him hanging around you anymore, so he canât even say heâs sorry. Why donât you make up with him, Marmalade? Iâm sure youâd feel better yourself if you did.â
Marmalade lay back on his pillow and eased his sore knee into a more comfortable position. âBut if I see him, itâll just remind me of all the dancing I canât do,â he told Danny.
Danny picked up Marmaladeâs book and tossed it back on the bed. âYouâd feel a lot better if you stopped thinking about yourself all the time,â he told Marmalade again. âMake up with Jack instead of moping around here. Go on. Itâs not fair to him