Despite everything, despite knowing others would love to be in my place— I still feel sorriest for me
Today, Baylee and I leave choir practice halfway through; we have play practice. Chan lets out a dramatic sigh as we leave.
“Oh noooo…. We really need you for the medley! Will you be back before the end of the practice?”
I look at Baylee. We’re practicing Scene Ten now, that could take a while.
“We’ll try,” Baylee promises.
“How’s choir going?” Miss Weller asks when we come in. I’m gratified to be noticed, but before we can even answer, Chaya and Shaindy charge over, frantic about some problem with the dialogue in Scene Eight, and just like that, we’re background props again.
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