“So, what do they think about this audition?”
“They don’t. Think. They don’t know about it.”
I gaped. “You rebel!”
“Easier to say sorry than ask permission, Ollie-oop. Needs do as needs must.”
“You can quote as many clichéd sayings at me as you want, but I’m still impressed.”
I couldn’t imagine going behind my parents’ backs with something that big. The most rebellious thing I’d ever done to date had been sneaking out to see Will his last night at the lake, and I could blame that on irrational hormones.
I’d been pumped full of those irrational hormones. Like Romeo and Juliet, but a teensy bit less stupid.
I grabbed my phone as Juliette gathered her music, and only then noticed I had a new text. The tone must have been drowned out by the clarinet. I unlocked it, expecting it to be Mu
