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

“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”

Despite everything, despite knowing others would love to be in my place — I still feel sorriest for me

Devora looks hurt. Whoops, I hadn’t realized she was still standing there

“Here’s the story,” she says briskly. “We need you girls for choir”