TAYA's POV :
"Where the hell is he?" Hallee was literally screaming at the whole auditorium backstage.
"None of us can reach him," Gabe answered.
It was performance day and it was chaos. Judah didn't show up for the call time and we waited and waited, and he never came. We tried calling him, we looked everywhere for him, but none of us could find him.
"He's not picking up my calls either," I said as I threw my stupid phone on the dressing room table.
"Guys, we're fifteen minutes away. What should we do? Should we cancel—"
"We can't cancel the freaking show, Patrice!" Hallee yelled at our stage manager.
“Do we have an understudy for Jack?” Gabe asked.
“We don’t have enough people in the theater club,” Hallee hissed. “So no, we don’t have an understudy,”
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