Harmony lifted her arms above her head and stretched her lower back. She wore a multi-layered purple skirt that fell in ripples down to the floor with a white sequined top that just barely covered her midriff. With her arms up, her purple bracelets fell to her elbows, clanking together and her shirt rose up.
As she stretched, the low ache felt relieved, but as soon as she stopped, it started with a dull throb again. Franklin sat in a chair in the green room and watched with a slight frown on his face.
“What do you think it’s from?”
She shrugged. “Maybe five weeks of sleeping on the bed in the bus? Maybe I should get in one of the upper bunks instead of the lower bunk.”
He gestured at her plate of pasta. “Eat. You still need to do voice warmups.” As she sat down, she prayed over her foo
