Chapter Twenty-One
Meghan
The early morning drive from home to rehearsal at the gallery gives me a welcome few moments to collect my thoughts. The past two months have been so hectic; the excitement has manifested into a sense of tension in the pit of my stomach that has built up and up over the past few days, threatening to develop into gastro belly for real. I’m keeping a lid on it okay—it’s all mind over matter, right? This weekend has so much riding on it—but everything has fallen into place so far. My mental checklist has an almost full bill of ticks against it; it’s a good feeling. I breathe a sigh that expels that nagging concern I’d had about being on track. Realizing it’s all coming together according to plan is a wonderfully satisfying feeling.
The muffled tone of a message
