Chapter Twenty-One
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Two days later, outside the theatre, I glanced one more time at the text Alex had sent me that morning. Remember what Casanova said, ‘Be the flame not the moth.’ Everyone will love you. I took a deep breath, doing my best to believe he was right. Granted anything would have been an improvement on Nick’s lack of ideas, but I really wanted tonight to be a success.
I squared my shoulders and swung open the heavy door then took a deep breath as it hissed closed behind me. A sizable crowd had already gathered. Some of the older students and adults were sitting quietly or talking amongst themselves, while the prospective students preferred to lean across aisles, kneel backward on seats, and shout to one another. Normally such shenanigans would have annoye
