Make everywhere your stage

I rushed down the school lobby the next day to find Kate. I peeked through the window of an instrumentalist practice room hoping to see her there. She had told me this was where she spent most of her time practicing her guitar playing.

I didn’t see her there, it was totally empty. I didn’t see Kate yesterday after practice. I had run over to the lobby where I was asked to wait for her but she was not there. I also dialled her number but she didn’t pick my call.

“Ivana.” I heard behind me and turned to see Kate holding her guitar behind her back and she was looking at me with those wide gazes. I searched her eyes for a trace of anger but there was none.

“I am sorry Kate, I went there but didn’t meet you…”

“It’s okay, I came late anyway, I was stuck in practice that I missed the time, I came over but you weren’t there so I took it you got tired of waiting,” I shook my head but she didn’t let me speak but when on. “I should be the one apologizing,” Kate said softly.

“No.” I walked over a