Logging into my school site, I clicked open an assignment and started to mindlessly type. Downstairs, I could hear my father rattling around in the kitchen, and I could still smell the sweet aroma of basil from dinner. Despite myself, a tiny smile formed on my lips. If this was all there was for me, would it be so bad? I didn’t think so.
Except for that nagging feeling of the greatest moment of my life—which I had left on the stage today.
Forget it, I told myself, and turned on some Broadway show tunes as I worked. Eventually, singing along to Cats, I did.
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