I could have kissed her twice that day. Once in her kitchen, near the sink, or on her bed. She was so close. God knows it was hard to resist leaning in and tasting her sweet mouth when it was firing away her passionate opinions. But I didn’t do it. I was terrified she would reject me again. I’ve never been rejected by a girl, but something about this girl makes me lose confidence. I’m not even sure if she likes me at all. Maybe she’s spending time with me only because she doesn’t have a choice.
Now sitting beside her in the school auditorium for the audition, my mind is on her and what she’s thinking. She’s biting her nail and watching the proceedings carefully.
There are a total of eight auditioners. A girl, Nancy, comes on the stage. She used to be my classmate in ninth and tenth grade
