4:00pm
Finally, rehearsals were over. Matt had expressed how pleased he was with today’s routine, but I still had to work on myself.
I’ve been pondering about it over and over again, but something about my routine felt off and I was afraid it would mess up the team’s efforts. So, every day for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been sneaking in some extra practice. And I’d found the perfect place to do it. A place for just me.
Stepping into the old abandoned warehouse, the cracked concrete and debris crunched beneath my sneakers. There were large windows high above with the glass windows that were either broken or missing, letting the afternoon sun shine through. The space was empty and wide, making it the perfect place for me to practice. The smell of dust and mildew was everywhere, but I
