In the Key of Us

by Mariama J. Lockington

I sniff under my arms to see if they are funky (which they are, so I put on some more deodorant). I gag as Angie sprays down Beks with a cloud of nasty perfume. Whoever decided that cucumber and melon are two scents that go together is a monster.

“That’s what we’re competing for?” I nudge Jori, who is in line next to me. “A true masterpiece of trash, right?” Jori says, rolling her eyes. “Some people really care about the trophy, but winning is more about bragging rights. You’ll see.”

Mom never says it out loud, but sometimes I think she’s mad that I look more like my dad. His side of the family is dark, thick, and tall. They live in Kentucky and put butter on everything. When we visit during the holidays, I pile my plate high with biscuits, fried chicken, greens, and all kinds of delicious food.

“Hey…,” a voice behind me says. I whip around and see Andi standing in the doorway of my practice hut, trumpet in hand. “Um, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. About the dance-off thing. I know you wanted to win.” I wipe a loose tear from my eye, and then shrug. “Well, I wasn’t the nicest about it.” “It seemed like a big deal to you. So…” “I know. I’m not good when plans change. I’m really sorry too. I don’t think you’re selfish. I thought your solo was amazing.” “Thanks.” Andi stands in the door awkwardly. Just as she’s about to turn around and leave, I say, “How’s practicing for auditions going?”