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Tomorrow?

Author: Monica Findlay
last update publish date: 2026-09-05 02:23:14

By the end of the first full stumble-through, I had died twice. Not in the show—personally.

The first death occurred when I missed an entrance because I'd been changing shoes backstage and discovered the buckle on my left heel had apparently been designed by Satan. The second came twenty minutes later when I crossed stage right instead of stage left and nearly took out two ensemble members and a chair.

"Sorry!" I called.

"Keep going!" the director yelled back.

I kept going. That was the thing a
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    By the end of our final rehearsal, I was fairly certain my feet had filed a formal complaint against the rest of my body. Opening night was tomorrow. After weeks of rehearsals, costume fittings, choreography adjustments, and our director announcing that we needed to run one particular scene just one more time, we were finally ready."That's it!" the director called from the front of the theater. "Good work, everyone. Get some rest tonight. I want you all here tomorrow with plenty of energy."I stared at him. Around me, people started applauding. I joined in, mostly because it meant we were allowed to leave.Rebekah appeared beside me. "Drinks?"I looked at her. "Is that a question or a medical recommendation?""Both.""That sounds like a great idea."She grinned. "Excellent."I glanced toward the dancers. Jay was talking to someone near the wings. He caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back.Rebekah noticed. "Oh, you two are disgusting.""We haven't done anything.""You're smiling at e

  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   Man Conquers Car

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  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   I Love That Habit

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    Someone was pounding on my door. Not knocking. Pounding.I opened one eye. My bedroom was still dark enough that I considered going back to sleep. Then the pounding started again.Oh, for fuck's sake.I grabbed my phone. 8:03 a.m. On a holiday. A holiday when I didn't have rehearsal. This had to be some sort of crime.I dragged myself out of bed, stumbled into the living room, and opened the door. Rebekah stood in the hallway wearing denim shorts, a red tank top, and a ridiculous pair of red star-shaped sunglasses. She was smiling. Why was she smiling at eight in the morning?"WE'RE GOING TO THE PARADE!"I stared at her. "What?""The Fourth of July parade!"I blinked. "Why is the parade so early?""Because it's a morning parade.""That's a terrible explanation."She laughed. "Get dressed!"I looked down at myself. I was wearing pajama shorts and Jay's blue T-shirt. Rebekah looked down too, then grinned. "Oh, that's cute.""Don't start.""Is that Jay's?""No. I broke into a stranger's

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