“Only eighteen days to the big day, huh?” Zach asked on our way back to New York.
“I don't know if I'm ready.” I sighed, burying my face in my palms.
“What makes you think that?” He rubbed my back with his gentle hand.
“Everything's been too complicated lately. My thoughts are all over the place and too messed up for me to focus on the dancing.” I said, leaning against him and resting my head on Zach's shoulder.
“Then maybe it's for the best if we didn't see each other until the audition day.” He suggested, making my head to snap up.
“Why?” I frowned.
“So you can focus on practicing.” He shrugged. “You know how distracting my glorious body and imaginary six packs can get sometimes.” He joked and I laughed.
“You'll come with me to the audition, though, won
