“Here’s the story,” she says briskly. “We need you girls for choir”
“Rena and Baylee,” Miss Weller announces at the end of class. “Will you come see me in the props room during recess?”
Baylee and I look at each other, surprised. If Miss Weller is usually busy, then three weeks into production she’s ten times busier. The play, the props, the costumes, the technical details — she’s constantly busy with the production heads, the play heads, or all four at once, with another six girls clamoring for attention behind them.
“What does she want from us?” I ask Baylee, as we pack our books away.
Baylee gives an elaborate shrug. “Maybe something to do with our parts in the play?”
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