DAHLIA 

“Mr. Steebny, I really didn’t do anything. She attacked me first!” Zoey rushed forward to grab a chair, pointing accusing finger at a sober, nervous me. 

I quietly sat on the second chair, my mind already a labyrinth of wrought nerves and panic. I was this close to hyperventilating and bawling my eyes out while begging for mercy on my knees.

I was scared. Scared of having this ripped from me. This audition made me happy. It’s the most excited I’ve been for a long time now. 

“I didn’t ask you to talk…at least not yet, did I?”The man shot her an impatient glare.

She clamped her mouth shut...