Hannah
I have a bad feeling about tonight. The bad thing about these bad feelings is that they are often justified. They never come out of nowhere.
I never had a bad feeling and then nothing happened. No. It’s always something shitty going on.
And only a minute later after thinking all that I am staring at the bouquet of white lilies in the trash can. Peter must have seen Maria and Derek.
Damn it….
Maria has seemed overly happy for the last few days and I guess Peter had a bad timing to go to the dressing room. My word for tonight is “bad”, I guess. I can use it to describe everything that happens now.
I take the flowers out.
“Almost as pretty,” James says from somewhere very close to me and I drop the flowers. I pick them up clumsily.
“How come I never hear you coming?” I a
