Chapter 20
ELSIE
I’m all alone at my Tuesday night audition. And somehow that feels worse than anything.
It’s been a long time since I’ve needed my hand held for a performance. Too long. And the last time had been when I was sixteen and too stubborn to turn back, determined to make the talent show first place prize mine after Becca Hamilton stained my favorite white shorts with Kool-Aid in our fourth period American History class.
Strange that in a course focused on the past, I felt like I was living it, enduring the same silly taunting that I’d thought previously had stopped when we were all five. Guess I was wrong.
And today’s taunting had taken new life, been built into something else. Social media made a one-off incident a never-ending memory for all to see, and the photos of Becc
