ALLISON'S POV
I can’t tell if I’m bouncing around because I’m actually panicked or just hyped.
Okay…definitely panicked. In about an hour, I’ll be on stage for the long-awaited midterm play. And my nerves? They’re having a full-on rave in my chest.
The theatre’s all set, the lights dimmed just right, and the title hanging above the stage: Whispers of the Heart.
I used to brag about not having stage fright or at least, not caring before a performance. Minor roles were easy, you could mess up and nobody would notice. But tonight? All eyes will be on me.
My fingers won’t stop trembling, my pulse is racing like I just ran a marathon, and my stomach? Let’s just say it’s doing cartwheels.
“Marcus, move like you have legs!” Chioma yells, dashing around. “Am I the only one working here?”
