“Okay, here’s the deal,” she quickly says. “I appreciate the fact that you and Lucas and the rest of the guys have so much faith in me. And the rehearsals have been going well. It’s just—.” She scratches absentmindedly at the back of her neck and gnaws on the inside of her cheek.
Oh, crap. “Kassidy, calm down,” I say, trying to rein in the panic that’s building inside me. She can’t quit now. She just can’t.
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