“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
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