My first instinct is panic. Second is disbelief. Third is horror as the magazine begins to tremble in my hands.

"You're crazy," I say. "I can't audition for anything." I need more classes, have to go to school.

Don't I?

Piper snorts, smacks my shoulder. "Don't be a pussy," he says. "Besides, we're all here to help you."

Not all. I can feel Bianca's eyes boring holes in my head. And thank her as her negative attention straightens my spine, gives me the ...