It was the evening and it was quiet out. The sweat was beading on my forehead and my heart was a jackhammer in my chest as I waited for Professor Bennett to speak again.

To my surprise, he seemed almost hesitant as he searched my face before finally asking his question.

“Have you decided if you’re going to audition for A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Riverstone, or not?”

I sucked in a breath. Had I made a decision?

I was embarrassed as I thought about the ...