Adam does some more fretting about Rex. Out in the common area, a Ballet West office lady puts up a new cast list…and Rex is on it, hooray! Allison squees excitedly and Beckanne says, with absolutely no inflection in her voice, "Congratulations, Rex." Because her dream of the list replacing Christiana's name with her own did not come true. Rex is still unsure if he'll be ready to dance in a few weeks, and he's worried about whether doing three shows in one week will give him enough recovery time.
Also, it's contracts time. Adam has meetings scheduled with the dancers to gauge their commitment to the company. And it's Allison's turn. She's not ready to tell Adam about her retirement decision. But she is ready to talk about her favorite subject, Allison's Life and What It All Means, and says she feels the last year has been one of major growth for her as a dancer. Adam compliments how well she's doing as Winter Fairy, and asks what she wants for the future at Ballet West. She just shakes her head and says she doesn't know, then starts crying when Adam asks if she still wants to dance.
Allison confesses that she still loves dancing, and she loves Ballet West. I think she's being totally honest and that's why she's so emotional, but she's also trying not to tell Adam the whole Dread Boyfriend saga, making him THE ONLY PERSON IN AMERICA who hasn't had to sit through that endless damn story. Adam tells Allison he thinks it's time for her to become a soloist, which sends her into even more tears. They hug and she shambles off to find someone else to cry on. Hide, Rex!
Costume fitting. Ian, Josh, and Zach try on their sparkly duds. Zach is obsessed with the costumes' built-in, um, man-parts shields? They're just referring to it as "the bulge," and I'm not familiar enough with ballet and its practices as relate to a gentleman dancer's wedding tackle to tell you if it's a cup or a codpiece or some kind of groin torture device, the evil ballet gods' answer to toe shoes. Zach relates a comical scene at the end of Cinderella, when one of the evil stepsisters (who are, remember, boy dancers in drag) tells the other one to go bone Napoleon because of what he has in his tights. This ballet is salty, man. Josh deadpans that if that's the qualification Adam was looking for, then he's doubly confused about why he didn't get the role.
Allison's place. She's all packed up to go to Dread Detroit. You know, I won't be too sad if she doesn't come back. Just choose your choice, Allison, and live with it. In Michigan, she shows up at Dread Boyfriend's hospital, fretting in her talking head about how Dread Boyfriend will react when she tells him about her promotion. They have coffee (it's the middle of his shift) and Allison leaves without telling him. I'm trying to find the joke in a radiologist being in a relationship with someone as thin as Allison, but it just feels macabre.