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afraid my long break from dance would ruin my audition, but I had proved myself wrong. It all came rushing back to me, like ice skating did each December. Granted, my singing sucked, but that shouldn’t keep me out of the chorus. I hoped.
    Miss Ginny and Ms. Fuller watched but didn’t interrupt or try to sway his decision either way. This was Tyson Scott’s show and Tyson Scott’s decision.
    “Thank you, that should do it. Willow , please come down . Everyone else, up on stage for vocal warm-ups.”
    Finally! I took a quick peek at Eli, but he’d turned his back on me and talked to Chloe.
    I joined Tyson. So this was it. Moment of truth. I tried to act cool and not reveal my jumble of nerves. Miss Ginny nodded her approval, but said nothing.
    Tyson led me away from the kids who were supposed to be filing on stage, but instead were holding back to hear what he said.
    “That was a nice audition. You have great technique.”
    “Thank you.” I wished he’d get to the point. Up close again, it was hard not to feel intimidated. He had this chiseled jaw. I never understood what that meant until I met Tyson. He carried himself with amazing confidence. God, it would be great to be in his show.
    “I’ll give you a call tonight, and we’ll talk.” His exceptional eyes softened.
    “Okay,” I said dumbfounded. That was it?
    Tyson turned and rejoined the group. So, no concrete answer. He said he’d call, so I must be in. But if I was in, why didn’t he just tell me so I could join today’s rehearsal? I turned and walked out of the auditorium. I knew that the eyes of all the cast members followed me out. Was this my walk of shame? I didn’t think so, but they probably did.

     

     

     

Chapter 8

     
    “Why doesn’t he just call and put me out of my misery?” I said from the couch where I tied the fringe of the afghan in knots.
    Dad handed Breezy a puzzle piece. “He’s probably some sadist who likes to make teenagers suffer.”
    “He’s probably still at rehearsal putting them through boot camp.” Mom looked up from her Sudoku book.
    “Or maybe he’s scooping their eyeballs out with a melon baller,” Breezy said making ghoulish expressions
    “Did you hear that? She is totally warped. Dad, aren’t you the least bit worried?”
    “Breezy, are you warped?” Dad asked.
    “Totally.” She pretended to remove her eye with an imaginary melon baller.
    The old fashioned wall phone rang!
    Everyone froze and looked across the room.
    “I got it!” I leapt off the couch and raced across the room.
    Dad blocked my way like a basketball player. “Are you sure? I can get it.”
    It rang again.
    “Dad, not funny.” I stepped left to go around.
    He moved left with me and kept my path blocked. “What, I just want to help.” He smirked.
    “Step aside old man and don’t make me hurt you.” I gave him the evil eye and moved right.
    The phone rang again.
    I dodged past, but he grabbed me around the waist and swung me away from the kitchen, like he did when I was a little girl headed to the kitchen for a cookie.
    “Daddy, stop it!” I squealed. “It’s my call. I have to answer it. Mom! Make him go away.” I broke free and ran to the phone, beating Breezy by a hair. I answered just as it rang again.
    “Hello?”
    “Hi! May I speak to Willow?” the low smooth voice of Tyson Scott asked.
    “This is Willow.” My entire family stood next to me like a bunch of puppies waiting for a treat. Go away , I mouthed and waved at them.
    “Is it him ?” Breezy blurted loudly.
    I covered the mouthpiece with my hand. “God Breezy, yes. Now go away. All of you.” I glared at Mom and Dad but they didn’t budge. Why did my family have to be so weird? I stretched the long spiral cord to the other end of the kitchen and turned my back.
    Tyson laughed on the other end. “Sounds like you have a little sister.”
    “Yes, I’m sorry, she can be a total demon.” I looked back and stuck my tongue out at her. Breezy fell