Leah had felt comfortable during the show, not stressing one bit about missing a step. She had been rehearsing this dance non-stop for the past week or so and she knew that it was either perfect or close to perfect. She was just thankful that if hadn't been her that had tripped over her own two feet. Having CJ there was mildly stressful since she had been out to impress him, to be honest, but once she got past the thought of him watching her? It had been easy enough to concentrate on just dancing and doing what she had been doing since she was a young girl.
"Did.. you like the show?" she repeated slowly, now frowning a little bit. Had he not even been listening to her? Or was he already drunk? "I mean if you didn't like it then that's fine. It's not like I'll be angry or anything. I didn't come up with the routine, after all," she went on to say, now rambling just a little bit. Did she have something on her face or something?