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Rehearsals aren’t as bad as I thought they would be. They’re worse

I don’t think I fooled her one bit, but I escape the office without looking back

My heart sinks — if I did have the main part, surely someone would say something, call my name…

But now, 12th grade is my very last chance to prove myself.

The starring role is pretty much always a 12th grader   I’m waiting impatiently outside my best friend Baylee’s front gate. My watch reads 1:47, school is 20 minutes away, and helllooooo — everyone knows that you have to be standing in line the minute the doors open or you’ll be stuck waiting for tryouts all

OMG, Abby. My gallery is going to be so boring without you