I slept smiling feeling better about all the hurt that I experienced before. It was still early around seven in the evening, and Amber called.
“Olivia, are you still on a date?”
“No, we ate dinner here. Brad just bought food and we ate with mom and dad. Why did you call?”
“Have you seen the play accounts?”
“No. Why what happened?”
“Only a few watched. They said not even half was seated on.”
“Oh wow. That is a big blow to them. Did her voice c***k and out of tune again?”
“She did better, but the people got mad at the director Michael Brown because they said he didn’t give the play the right amount of talent and justice. It could have been better they said.”
“Good for that scumbag.”
“I know, right? And you know what? He blamed the failure on the playing budget. He said he wasn’t giv
