“Maisy, what the hell?!” Dallas pulls over on the side of the road.
“I…. I made it!” I stutter, shocked from excitement, “I’m on TDI.”
“That’s nice. 下一个 time, try not to scream bloody murder while I’m driving,” He continues driving.
“Sorry,” I laugh, still in shock.
“When does it start?”
“Sunday at nine,” I tell him as we pull up to the house.
“That’s tomorrow,” We walk into the house, “Mom will freak.”
“She knows I auditioned,” I defend myself; “She has to say yes!”
“Yes to what?” My mom walks into the living room where Dallas and I are standing....
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