Morning seems to come all too quickly. I push the thought of checking my computer out of my head. I could have one view or one thousand; it all feels pretty far-fetched. The fact that I spent the night dreaming about the bright lights of a stage and a crowd roaring my name as I belt out my songs has nothing to do with today’s agenda.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and then Ashley pokes her head into the room. I snuggle deeper under the blankets.
“We’re leaving in an hour. Will you be ready by then?” she asks.
“Um, yes.” I nod. “Because I really don’t have another choice, do I?”
“Don’t forget to eat breakfast,” she says. “We don’t have any time on our layover today to grab any decent food.”
“OK,” I say.
She closes the door while I roll out of bed.
Waking up is the easy part; fight
