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This is harder for me than for Baylee. She doesn’t have the same drive as me, the same burning urge to star

“…water! We need water!” Lucia says dramatically. That’s my cue. Baylee and I scurry forward, on autopilot, and I open my mouth

And suddenly I wonder if I have a totally wrong idea about what starring in production is all about

My voice bounces around the auditorium, harshly magnified. I sound awful

“Maaa,” I whimper. My hands fly to my throat. “My voice. My voice is gone!”

“You can have my part. Take it along with everything else in my life. See if that makes you happy”