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mom is a teacher and my best friend is the assistant director. I want to see if I can get a part on my own.”
    “I promise we won’t interfere with your audition. You’ve got to stop worrying so much about everything. You’re starting to get wrinkles.” Lisa gathered her papers together. “It’s a good thing I know how to get rid of them. I’ll whip you up an asparagus and green tea shake as soon as auditions are over.”
    My anxiety level immediately doubled.
    “I think I’d better make it an extra-large,” Lisa said as she slid out of the row of chairs and headed toward the stage. “See you after the auditions. Good luck!”
    I waited until Lisa turned her back to me before frantically massaging the skin between my eyes, hoping to erase any and all worry lines fast. There was no way I was going to let Lisa anywhere near me with a stalk of asparagus.
    Grabbing my cheeks, I pulled my skin back to my ears to give myself a mini-facelift. Just then, Tim sat down in the chair next to me.
    “Is that some kind of method acting?” Tim asked. “Like, are you pretending you’re in a windstorm or something?”
    I quickly dropped my hands into my lap and let my face fall back into place. “What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t do musicals.”
    “I don’t. Real men do stage crew. So when Lisa asked me to help build the set, I thought I’d come by to check out what this whole scene was about.” Tim nudged me in the ribs. “Get it? Scene? Plays?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Obviously, your sense of humor hasn’t improved.”
    “Plainly, neither has your appreciation for a good joke,” Tim replied. “But I’ll let that pass, since I’m also here to lend you moral support.”
    I raised my eyebrows. “Don’t you need morals before you lend them out?”
    “Well, if you’re going to be nasty about it,” Tim said, picking his backpack up off the floor, “I’ll just take my cookies and sit somewhere else.”
    “Wait!” I grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked him back into his seat. “Did you say cookies?”
    “Not so fast.” Tim reached into his backpack, removed a big bag of cookies, and held them out of my reach. “First, I want you to apologize.”
    “For what? The fact that you have no morals or that I simply stated the truth?”
    Tim waved the bag in front of my face. “They’re double stuffed.”
    I paused, weighing my options. It was a tough choice. Deciding to go for the instant gratification—I could always go to confession later—I bowed my head in mock sincerity. “I’m sorry.”
    “Absolutely, really, truly, positively sorry?” Tim asked.
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said impatiently. “I’m absolutely, really, truly, positively sorry.”
    “But, are you categorically, unquestionably, absolutely—”
    “Don’t push it,” I said, snatching the bag from his hand and shoving an Oreo into my mouth.
    “How can you do that?” Tim asked.
    “What?” I mumbled, my mouth full of cookie.
    “Put the whole Oreo in your mouth at once. Don’t you know you’re supposed to twist the cookie apart, lick out the filling, and then eat the cookie?”
    “That’s way too much work.” I grabbed another Oreo from the bag. “Besides, eating it in one bite allows me to enjoy all the flavors at once. It’s a genuine taste-a-palooza. And it’s how the cookie’s supposedto be eaten. I mean, if the cookie-makers wanted people to eat the filling separately, they would sell it that way.”
    “Cookie-makers? Like little elves that live in trees?”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “Very rarely do I know what you mean,” Tim said as he twisted his cookie apart and licked the center filling.
    “Now, that’s just disgusting,” I said, watching his tongue flick back and forth against the white surface. “Just eat the cookie. Don’t make out with it.”
    “Why? Are you jealous?” Tim asked, taking another long tongue swipe at the cream filling.
    “In case you’ve forgotten, just last week, I