Playing My Song for You

645 Words

Bree walked into the chapel and noted her guitar was already in place. She didn’t wait for an usher. Her spot was reserved, so she walked right to it, ignoring all of the other guests. There were several there already, and she heard her name shouted in a familiar voice that was probably Christy, but she didn’t look. She was in performance mode, robot mode, and she didn’t want to lift her eyes to look at anyone or even make small talk and pretend smile. She’d have to talk to Christy later and explain that she just hadn’t heard her, which wasn’t true, but Christy didn’t need to know that. The guests came in and were seated. Bree kept her face pointed straight ahead. Even when the pastor came out, followed closely by the groom and the groomsmen, she didn’t waiver her focus from a spot on the

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