My voice bounces around the auditorium, harshly magnified. I sound awful
“How’s your voice?”
Devora, Chan, and Baylee clamor around me anxiously when I show up on the morning of the first performance, fashionably late. The plan is to use the morning to run through the entire production again, on stage, and then everyone will go home and come back in the early evening to get ready for the grand performance.
“Can you sing?”
“Can you talk?”
My voice is a rough, hoarse croak. “Yeah. Kind of. I hope so.”
Devora and Chan look at each other in alarm. “Uh oh,” Chan says. “You… don’t sound too good, Rena.”
Baylee eyes me sympathetically. “I’m so sorry, Reens. Such bad timing…”
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