CHAPTER 8
ELSIE
I'm still buzzing from seeing Brett as I talk the long walk home after choir practice.
Today was brutal, to say the least.
Running over the scales was just the start of today's singing torture. Ms. Dorne had me reaching for notes I hadn't heard outside of a bird's nest. My voice was scraped raw.
I'd hit notes my idol Taylor Swift herself would envy.
And then, we had to run the scales again.
But it was totally worth it when I saw Brett standing in the field, his eyes locked on mine....
Hunching against the wind in my winter coat, I'd moved on from watching him before I could distract him from his practice and get him in trouble. After seeing him, the only plan I have for the rest of the day is to go straight home, avoid my wayward mother and crash into unconsciousnes
