Catherine
“Mom, you must remember, there are still auditions held tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I really liked that girl, Brittany. You seem like you know her by the looks you’ve given her and back. There seems to be some anger within you with how you looked at her. Are you somehow jealous?”
Catherine narrowed her eyes. She knew that she is far from jealousy. “Why would I be? You know, it would only take me bits of practice in order to do what she did, right? I’m just saying, there might be girls like her and better than her tomorrow. You just gotta be patient.”
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