“There’s a problem with your writing,” Ms. Tamayo informs me, looking up from the computer in her office. It’s quiet at Vanier since exams finished yesterday. Only a handful of students staying for the holidays remain, plus a number of the faculty. “What’s that?” I ask. “It’s better than any other student’s I’ve seen. These lyrics you wrote are meaningful and specific.” My shoulders relax. I didn’t realize how much tension I was holding until she said those words. “Thank you.” “I’d like you to help me finish the book for this show. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s a good learning experience. And you should consider auditioning, at the...