Chapter Twenty-seven
Showtime
Morning arrived, and the nerves hit Nicole and Amber. Nicole was nervous for Amber. She knew Amber’s work was incredible, she knew the art would stand on its own. But she wondered how Amber would handle the crowds and the compliments. Amber’s fear, like Nicole’s, had to deal with the crowds, but also with her lack of self-confidence in her work. Part of her still didn’t believe she was good enough to be in the show. She wasn’t the type of person to enjoy the spotlight.
“Morning,” Nicole said after they had lain awake for about an hour thinking and listening to the rain.
“Morning.” Amber leaned over and kissed Nicole.
“So, do you have butterflies in your stomach?”
“More like bats.” Amber laughed.
“I think you transferred a couple in that kiss. I have bat
