“Are you ready?” Tiana asks the moment we step foot outside of her car and enter the Grand Theater backstage.
“Hey, Alex, you’re alright?” She asks me again. It took me a while to respond back to her. I’m too stunt to form a sentence and respond back to her. The fact that I am right,in the backstage of The Clarkson Grand Theatre Hall. If someone goes back in time and tells my five-year-old self that one day in the future I will play my favorite instrument at a show with a Princess at the Clarkson Grand Theatre Hall, I might have kick that guy in the ball for lying to a five-year-old kid.
“So when do I come out and perform with you?” I ask back. Trying to get ahead of things. I don’t want to go in there half-baked and stand in front of hundreds of rich people like an i***t.
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