Julie:
I spent most of the morning shifting uncomfortably in my seat during classes. Every time I tried to cross my legs or reach into my backpack, I’d get a jolt of muscle soreness that felt like a mini electric shock running through my thighs and arms. Apparently, Maddox hadn’t been exaggerating when he said I’d feel “the burn.”
Still, despite the dull ache following me everywhere, a strange sense of accomplishment hovered in my chest. I, Juliette Warner, had voluntarily woken up early, hit the gym, and actually survived it. It was a little victory, and I clung to it whenever my thoughts tried to drift back to the awkward, tension-filled rehearsals.
Which, of course, were set to resume at precisely 4:00 p.m.
By the time I trudged across campus toward the theater building that after
