My So-Called Bollywood Life(69)

“Thanks, Shah Rukh.”

He walked purposefully toward her, his spotlight following every step of the way. “Congratulations on getting into NYU.”

She’d received the letter that afternoon. She’d berated Dev into applying, too, and he’d also gotten an acceptance letter. Winnie couldn’t have been happier. “My boyfriend and I also have summer internships on Gurinder Chadha’s new film. It’s local, so we’re pretty good candidates to help her.”

    “You’ve finally gotten the happy ending you’ve always wanted. You’ve met your soul mate, and you’re going to college. See? You didn’t have to sacrifice one for the other.”

“You’re right. Dev is…amazing. Thanks. For all your help. You’ve guided a lot of my best decisions.”

His signature laugh filled the space. “You’re welcome. But there is still one thing left to do. Are you ready, se?orita?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

A booming sound thundered around her, and blaring overhead lights flipped on. Dozens of people dressed in matching spandex unitards posed throughout the warehouse space. The scene looked absolutely ridiculous.

Shah Rukh Khan snapped his fingers, and a drumbeat began to thrum around them.

“Let’s dance!”