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Chapters (31)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  31. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

In a flash, like she’d been released, Gilly hopped off the stage and disappeared out the door to the hall, her hair swishing behind her.

And just like that, my very strange heart did a little twirl in my chest. For the one person it should not be doing any moves for whatsoever, Gilly.

I will say Greenville High had way more solid theater performers than I would have originally thought, which is my prejudice, obviously. There was a kid named Taylor Mackenzie who brought his drum from marching band up onstage, and he was amazing. There was a girl named Minnie, who, did I detect some excessive artful eyeliner? Who requested to be a “non-human part if possible.” And a kid named ­Brandon, who was at least six foot two who did a solid bit from ­Glengarry Glen Ross and requested the part of an old man if there was one.

Such interesting choices!

I sat ruminating on this awesomeness until the theater was empty except for me and Mr. Davidson. Just the two turtlenecks.

“Anne.” Mr. Davidson smiled in the dark. “Lovely job today.”

“Thanks.” I grabbed my bag and spotted Berry at the back of the room, waving jubilantly. Had she snuck in to see my audition? Aw!

“Gloria Gaynor.” Mr. Davidson put his hands on his hips. “Are you a disco fan?”

“Sort of,” I admitted, turning back to smile at Mr. Davidson. “In that it’s kind of my life.”

Davidson tapped his clipboard. “I do have a thought, about the play, I’d like to run by you.”

“Okay.”

“How do you feel about flying?”

THIRTEEN

My first crush was on the wicked stepmother in the original animated Snow White movie.

Not the direction you thought this was going?

Yeah, obviously my moms were pretty devastated when they learned that my obsession with watching the movie over and over was not because of the stereotypical heartthrob that is the Prince guy or Snow White (either of which would have been fine with them).

I remember distinctly Millie leaning forward and pressing pause on the DVD as I sat on my blanket, eyes an inch from the screen. “Wait,” she gasped. “Who did you say is ‘nice’?”

I pointed. “The lady with the hat.”

Actually, it was a cowl.

“Well, that’s fine,” Lucy said, sitting back on the couch and patting Millie’s hand, “she can like the. . .mother.”

“Wicked witch, huh?” Millie shook her head. “Good luck with that.”

The character’s name was Lucille, and she took my little six-year-old heart captive even as she plotted to kill Snow White because she was so jealous of her stepchild’s youth and beauty.