Chapter 2
What was it that made disappointment so … disappointing? I wondered. So I didn’t get the exact role I wanted. So, what? The instant I tried to write it off, the dissatisfaction grew exponentially. Why?
Overblown expectations could deflate a person pretty quickly. But I’d had decent odds of getting the part of Kate—I’d played a female snowman in my first-grade holiday play and worked my way up to interpretive speaking on the Pioneer speech team. I’d been a stand-in for one of the seniors in the school’s Little Shop of Horrors production last year. And I had practiced my try-out lines in front of the mirror at least fifty times last week! No, expecting to do well seemed rational.
Maybe it was the competition? Brisa and Chris both got prestigious roles. But Joss had called Mrs. H
