Going Crazy, Me thinks...

Ok, I just had a conversation in my head that I have had many times in the past. I felt the all too familiar hands around me, holding me up, guiding me.
The artist in me came out and returned. I had a conversation with P, in my mind, of course, one like we have had so many times in the past.
P: My little Pitchka, you are troubled?
Me: No, just get your ass back there and dance.
P: Ooooh, there is fire in your nest today, good, we harness it.
Me: Give it a rest, faggot, just get behind me and do what we are paid to do.
P: Ok, then, we dance. (counts off) Pitchka, Pitchka, you are not feeling it, just let it flow, smooth
Me: Keep the proper time and i will move, I will *flow*. (throws full water bottle AT him)
P: Your temper is so endearing, its why I love you, Pitchka.
Me: Shut up and dance, work
P: (counts off) Good girl, keep it up, head up, back straight, good. (ghost lift) Pitchka, are you trying to kill me? I am a dancer not a weight lifter. Again.
Me: If I had a partner who could actually grip a girl's ass properly I wouldn't miss that lift. Lets go, keep working, I want to get this fucking right before we finish.
P: Ok, lets use your passion (counts off)
Me: You know you are an ass hole, right?
P: Yes, Pitchka
Me: so annoying (perfect foot work)
P: Annoying? Yes, but I bring out the best in you, do not deny it.
Me: No, there is no denying it, and I the best in you, even though you can't keep time to save your life right now.
P: Because my Pitchka is troubled
Me: Who is leading here, me or you?

And the conversation in my head went on and on. That was a mild conversation for us. Usually we threw rosin bags, cd's, shoes, and all sorts of things. This was a day we were getting along, lol. When we didn't get along, we could make sailors blush. We often spoke like this while on stage. If our lips were moving, we were usually cursing each other out, lol. I don't know why that conversation slipped into my head, probably beause it was much like one we had on our last rechoreograph of the grand Pas De Deux of Romeo And Juliet. But who knows.