The Next Day
The hallway speakers crackled to life just as I stepped through the main doors.
"Good morning, Blackwell," the announcer said, sounding really excited. "Today is the moment we've all been waiting for….our biennial talent showcase. Musicians, dancers, poets, performers of every kind… this is your stage. Let's cheer loud, be kind, and remember…. break legs, not hearts."
A few students whooped. Someone clapped. My stomach dropped.
Break legs, not hearts.
Yeah. Easy for you to say.
I tightened my grip on my bag strap as I walked down the hallway, my pulse raced faster with every step.
My palms were sweaty. My mouth felt dry.
I scanned the corridors instinctively.
I have to find Ren.
I walked over to the music room.
The door was half open. He was seated at the keyboard, head slightly bowed, fingers moving easily across the keys slowly. For a second, I just stood there and watched.
Then he looked up and smiled.
