{"id":3776,"date":"2019-12-02T08:18:21","date_gmt":"2019-12-02T13:18:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/?p=3776"},"modified":"2022-08-10T13:54:14","modified_gmt":"2022-08-10T17:54:14","slug":"broken-promises","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/broken-promises\/","title":{"rendered":"Broken Promises"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text alignwide\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" src=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/02081320\/Broken-Prommises.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3777\" srcset=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/02081320\/Broken-Prommises.png 500w, https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/02081320\/Broken-Prommises-480x320.png 480w\" sizes=\"(min-width: 0px) and (max-width: 480px) 480px, (min-width: 481px) 500px, 100vw\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">By Melody Carlson<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>A school play sounds like fun\u2026for some.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As she settles into life in the middle school of her new\nhometown, Zoey agrees to audition for the school play to encourage Louisa.\nIsn\u2019t that what a BFF does? But she\u2019s none too sure it\u2019ll actually be\nfun\u2014especially when she\u2019s cast as a dog! Louisa really does need her support\nthough when some of the older girls get upset at a sixth grader landing the\nlead role. Zoey does her best to be supportive and finally begins to feel\nreally at home with her grandparents and at school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Until someone pulls the plug on all her dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Melody Carlson has written more than 200 books for teens, women, and children. That\u2019s a lot of books, but mostly she considers herself a \u201cstoryteller.\u201d Her <a class=\"wpil_keyword_link\" href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/a-closer-look-at-sarcastic-ya-fiction\/\" title=\"young adult\">young adult<\/a> novels appeal to teenage girls around the world. Her annual Christmas novellas become more popular each year. She\u2019s won a number of awards (including RT\u2019s Career Achievement Award, the Rita and the Gold Medallion) and some of her books have been optioned for film\/TV. Carlson has two grown sons and makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and yellow Lab dog.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class='et-learn-more clearfix'>\n\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class='heading-more'>Chapter 1<span class='et_learnmore_arrow'><span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class='learn-more-content'><p>How do I get into these things?\nThat\u2019s what I\u2019m asking myself as I wait outside the school auditorium. <em>How did I let Louisa talk me into auditioning\nfor a play?<\/em> And just now I overhear an eighth-grade girl saying it\u2019s going\nto be a <em>musical<\/em>. I\u2019m sure that means\nsinging and dancing. And, okay, Louisa is very musically talented. Me\u2014not so\nmuch. I glance around the noisy crowd, which is mostly girls, trying to spot\nLouisa. And really, are they here because they want to be in this production\u2026or\nusing this excuse to ditch their last class of the day?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cReady for this?\u201d Louisa has an ear\nto ear grin as she joins me and the others clustered around the locked entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d I firmly shake my head. \u201cIn\nfact, I made up my mind, Lou. The only part I can play will be a fan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHuh?\u201d She waves her hand like a\nfan. \u201cLike that? What\u2019d\u2019ya mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI mean I\u2019m here <em>for you<\/em>. I\u2019ll cheer you on, but that\u2019s\nabout all I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut you <em>have<\/em> to be in this play, Zoey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s not just a play,\u201d I quietly\ninform her. \u201cIt\u2019s a musical.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s even better. A musical\nsounds like fun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFun for you maybe. But I can\u2019t\nsing. And dancing on a stage in front of an audience sounds like pure torture\nto me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa rolls her eyes. \u201cDon\u2019t be\nsuch a wet blanket. You\u2019re super coordinated so I\u2019m sure you can dance. And you\u2019re\na good singer. You just need to give it a try.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThe problem is that I don\u2019t <em>want<\/em> to try.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut you promised me. Remember last\nweek? I told you about tryouts, and you said you\u2019d come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd I came.\u201d I hold up my hands.\n\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Miss Flynn\u2014our English teacher,\nwho\u2019s also the middle school drama coach\u2014steps up. Greeting kids, she pushes\nthrough the crowd and unlocks the auditorium. As everyone pours in behind her,\nI try to think of a convincing argument for Louisa. I\u2019m more determined than\never to avoid what I\u2019m sure will become public humiliation for me. Besides\nstill being the new girl in this small town, I\u2019m barely over other recent\nembarrassments. I so don\u2019t need this. And by the way, <em>did I really promise?<\/em> I remember agreeing to consider it. But a\nreal promise? I don\u2019t think so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cEveryone, please, take a seat,\u201d\nMiss Flynn calls out. Naturally, Louisa heads straight down to the front row. I\nreluctantly trail her, and after everyone settles down, Miss Flynn steps onto\nthe stage and welcomes us, as well as introducing the other teachers who\u2019ll help\nwith this production. \u201cAnd I\u2019m excited to announce that this year, we will be\nperforming <em>Annie.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s a mixed reaction as one of\nMiss Flynn\u2019s helpers pass around what appear to be scripts. Some of the older\nkids let out groans of disappointment at her announcement. A few actually slip\nback out the door, like I want to do. But Louisa looks over the moon thrilled.\n\u201cI love-love-love <em>Annie,<\/em>\u201d she whispers to me. \u201cI know a lot\nof lines already. And every song by heart. This is perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Miss Flynn pauses as the door\nclunks shut. \u201cNow, I realize some of you were hoping for <em>High School Musical<\/em> this year, but we did that show only four years\nago.\u201d Miss Flynn pauses as a few more eighth graders stand and exit. \u201cBut it\u2019s\nbeen ten years since we produced <em>Annie<\/em>.\nAnd this time we\u2019ll be doing <em>Annie<\/em>\nJunior, so it should be easier on everyone.\u201d As she continues to describe the\nplans, practice hours, and the dates for performances, Louisa leans forward, her\nface lit up as she eagerly soaks it all in. Meanwhile, I slump down into my\nseat like I hope it\u2019ll swallow me whole. Maybe it will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNow, I\u2019m going to give you a few\nminutes to look over your scripts. Find a few lines that appeal to you\u2014something\nyou can read for us today. It doesn\u2019t matter which character you read from since\nthis is just a preliminary audition. But I do want you to use a strong voice\nand your best dramatic skills. You can do this with a partner, or solo, or else\nI\u2019ll read the opposing lines with you. Mostly, we want you to show us your\nacting chops. Then after you finish a quick read, you\u2019re invited to sing for us\u2014<em>a capella<\/em>. Of course, this is only if\nyou want to try out for a lead role. And I don\u2019t expect a whole song. Just\nenough for us to get the flavor of your voice. And it doesn\u2019t have to be an <em>Annie<\/em> song. Just something you\u2019re\ncomfortable with. I\u2019ll give you about ten minutes to find your lines and\npractice running them\u2014and then we\u2019ll line up and start.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As Miss Flynn moves to the edge of\nthe stage, Louisa is already flipping through her script. I\u2019m hoping she\u2019s so excited\nabout <em>Annie<\/em> that she\u2019ll forget about\nme and my so-called promise to try out today. I\u2019m tempted to sneak out\u2014would\nshe even notice? But eventually she\u2019d call me on it\u2026and it\u2019d probably hurt her\nfeelings. So I pretend to read my script. But mostly I just hope to slip\nbetween the cracks today. My goal is to remain an innocent bystander.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa keeps trying to convince me\nI have music skills. Probably so I\u2019ll keep playing music with her. And,\nalthough she\u2019s helped me to learn the ukulele this past month, I only know four\nchords. Barely enough to accompany her while she plays guitar. And I\u2019ll admit\nit\u2019s sort of fun like that, playing behind closed doors, but the idea of\nsinging on a big stage with a real audience terrorizes me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The good news is this reminds me\nthat I\u2019m nothing like my mom. She\u2019s a wannabe rocker who goes by KT Love. And she had no problem\ndumping me on my grandparents so she could tour the country with her grunge\nband. Seriously, what kind of mother does that? Anyway, I don\u2019t want to be like\nher. Besides being incredibly selfish, I\u2019m sure she\u2019s totally forgotten me. I\nhaven\u2019t heard from her since late August\u2014almost two months ago. Not that I care.\nWell, mostly anyway. It still hurts sometimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa nudges me. \u201cThis is what\nwe\u2019ll do together.\u201d She points to a section of her script. \u201cI\u2019ll read Annie\u2019s\nlines and you can play Tessie and say \u2018Oh,\nmy goodness\u2019 and\u2014\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo thanks.\u201d I stubbornly shake my\nhead. \u201cI\u2019m not going to read <em>that.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa\u2019s lower lip juts out. \u201cWhy\nnot?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBecause I don\u2019t want to.\u201d I fold\nmy arms across my front, suddenly feeling very stubborn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo you won\u2019t read with me?\u201d She\nfrowns. \u201cAre you reading something different then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMaybe.\u201d I shrug. \u201cAnyway, Miss\nFlynn offered to read with you. Or you can read alone.\u201d I hunker down over my\nscript as if I\u2019m enthralled by a particular page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa lets out a frustrated sigh\nthen turns back to her own script. \u201cFine. I\u2019ll find a section that I can do by\nmyself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAll right, everyone,\u201d Miss Flynn\ncalls out. \u201cTime to get the party started.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cCome on.\u201d Louisa grabs my hand,\ndragging me over to the stairs where others\u2014mostly girls\u2014are lining up. \u201cThis\nis gonna be fun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah\u2026right.\u201d I stare down at my\nConverse high-tops as we stand in line, trying to think of an excuse to escape\u2026the\nbathroom perhaps? Fortunately, Louisa is obsessed with her script. I can tell\nby her expressions that she\u2019s mentally rehearsing her lines. Well, good for\nher. Maybe I can sneak away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOkay, who wants to go first and break\nthe ice?\u201d Miss Flynn smiles brightly at everyone, waiting until a brave girl\nsteps forward. I think she\u2019s in the eighth grade, and she looks pretty\nconfident. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI want to read for Annie,\u201d she\nannounces loudly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGood for you, Holly.\u201d Miss Flynn\nnods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now the auditorium gets eerily\nquiet as Holly steps to center stage and starts to read. And I have to admit,\nshe\u2019s not half bad. But she doesn\u2019t look a thing like Annie. I mean, I\u2019ve only seen the movie once, and that was years\nago, but Holly is too tall and skinny to be a very good Annie. That\u2019s when I glance\nat Louisa\u2014and it hits me. My best friend really does resemble Annie. With her\ncurly red hair, she wouldn\u2019t even need a wig. Even her freckles and dimples are\nperfect. I suddenly wonder if Louisa is going for the Annie role. Does she\nhonestly think she could pull it off? Is that why she\u2019s so excited? Would Miss\nFlynn even allow a sixth grader to play the lead role? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I watch with curious interest as a\nfew more kids step up and read lines. And then they sing. Not too surprising,\nmost of the girls choose to sing \u201cThe\nSun\u2019ll Come Up Tomorrow\u201d\u2014which, if you ask me, is getting old. Some\nsound okay, but most are pretty lame. I\u2019m surprised at how badly some of them\nsing\u2014and yet they don\u2019t even seem to know it. Miss Flynn just smiles and thanks\nthem, going to the next one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Strangely, I can almost feel my\nconfidence rising when a boy\u2019s voice cracks in the middle of his song. Not that\nI plan to try out because I most certainly don\u2019t. But I can tell by Louisa\u2019s\nexpression, she\u2019s feeling more confident too. And why shouldn\u2019t she? So far,\nI\u2019m pretty sure that Louisa can out-sing all of them. But for some reason that\ndoesn\u2019t make me feel very good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I know it\u2019s terrible, but I\u2019m\nreally, really hoping she\u2019ll be a total flop. I so don\u2019t want her to get the\nlead role. I\u2019ll never admit this to Louisa, but I\u2019m suddenly worried that if\nshe gets the Annie part, it\u2019ll take over her entire life. She\u2019ll be so busy\nwith this stupid musical that I\u2019ll never get to spend any time with her. I hate\nfeeling this selfish, but it\u2019s the truth. And I just can\u2019t seem to help myself.\nI\u2019m tempted to silently pray that she won\u2019t get it. But I won\u2019t do that. It would\nbe wrong\u2026and self-centered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After a couple more kids audition,\nLouisa steps forward with a slightly nervous smile. Miss Flynn waves her\nforward. \u201cShow us what you\u2019ve got, Louisa.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I literally hold my breath as Louisa\nannounces she wants to perform some of Annie\u2019s lines. Then, instead of reading\nfrom the script like everyone else did, she actually recites the lines, which\nshe obviously knows by heart. And she\u2019s not just reciting them, she\u2019s actually\nmoving around, clutching her hands and speaking with such desperation that\neveryone watches with wide eyes. She\u2019s talking about this locket that her\nparents left with her when they dropped her at the orphanage. And Louisa shows\nso much emotion that I almost believe she\u2019s an orphan. Except that I know she\nlives with her parents\u2014right across the street from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When she stops, a lot of people\u2014but\nnot me\u2014actually clap for her. Not politely like they did with the others, but\nwith genuine enthusiasm. And then Louisa breaks into a touching song called\u201cMaybe.\u201d\nShe sings it so sweetly and tenderly, it\u2019s as if she\u2019s rehearsed it for days. But\nI know for a fact she had no idea that play tryouts would be for <em>Annie<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When she finishes, everyone\napplauds loudly, and some even cheer and whistle. I can\u2019t help but clap too.\nShe\u2019s really that good. And although Miss Flynn said this is only a preliminary\naudition, I\u2019m pretty sure that Louisa just landed the lead role. And judging by\nsome of the other girls\u2019 expressions\u2014some who don\u2019t look terribly happy\u2014they\nmust think so too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And sure, I know I\u2019m being totally\nselfish here, but I feel like I\u2019m about to lose my best friend. Even so, I\nforce a cheery smile as I slap Louisa on the back, congratulating her for doing\nsuch a fantastic job up there. And I suppose I must admit that it\u2019s kind of\ncool having such a talented friend, but it\u2019s scary too. Louisa is so completely\nhappy that she doesn\u2019t even seem to notice how I hang back in the line, letting\nothers pass ahead of me. And she doesn\u2019t even notice that when it\u2019s all said\nand done that I never did step forward. I somehow managed to avoid auditioning\naltogether. 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I can\u2019t do <em>that.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo what?\u201d she demands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSing and act like you.\u201d I shake my\nhead to remember her audition. \u201cSeriously, Lou, you were really great. I mean,\nI knew you were talented, but I didn\u2019t know you could do <em>that.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou don\u2019t have to do it like I do,\nZoey. You just have to be willing. There are lots of small roles. You could be\na kid in the orphanage\u2014then you\u2019d be singing with the chorus. And I\u2019m sure you\ncould get the dance moves down. Best of all, it\u2019d be fun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I shake my head, frowning. \u201cI don\u2019t\nthink so.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBest friends stick together,\u201d she insists\nwith a furrowed brow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMaybe\u2026but it\u2019s too late. First\nauditions are over.\u201d I\u2019m a little surprised to realize that I actually feel a\nteeny tiny bit sad, regretting I won\u2019t be part of the play. But that makes no\nsense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThen you\u2019ll just have to come for\nsecond auditions tomorrow,\u201d she tells me. \u201cMiss Flynn will understand.\nEspecially if you want to be part of the chorus. You saw how many eighth grade\ngirls snuck out.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThere were still plenty left.\u201d I\nremember how some of the older girls, including that tall, skinny Holly, seemed\nupset over Louisa\u2019s audition. Probably because she\u2019s a sixth grader.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa grabs my hand, looking into\nmy eyes. \u201cYou can at least try out, can\u2019t you? For your best friend?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I shrug. \u201cI guess so.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGive me your word, Zoey. Promise\nme you\u2019ll go back tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I twist my mouth to one side,\nconsidering this. Do I really want to make a promise? I hate it when someone\nbreaks a promise to me\u2014so much so that I take my own promises very seriously. I\nfeel confused and conflicted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you know why I did so well\ntoday?\u201d she asks with intense green eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBecause you probably know that\nwhole play by heart?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo. I mean that doesn\u2019t hurt. And\nFYI, I don\u2019t know the <em>whole<\/em> thing by\nheart. Just the songs. And, okay, a lot of the lines since I\u2019ve watched it so\nmuch\u2014ever since I was really little. But, honestly Zoey, that\u2019s not why I tried\nso hard to do my best today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThen why did you?\u201d I demand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBecause my best friend was\nstanding behind me. I knew you were backing me, Zoey, cheering me on. That\nhelped me get rid of my stage fright.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cReally?\u201d I feel ashamed now. I\u2019m\nglad she doesn\u2019t know how I\u2019d actually felt during her audition. \u201cOkay,\u201d I\nreluctantly agree. \u201cI\u2019ll try out tomorrow. Only for a small part. But I promise\nI will.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa lets out a happy cheer then\nhugs me. \u201cAnd promise me that if you get a part in the play, you will do your\nbest\u2014okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I reluctantly nod, but I also feel\npretty sure I won\u2019t get a part. At least I hope not. And since I know my\naudition will be lousy, I\u2019m not too worried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019ll practice together later,\u201d\nshe tells me. \u201cI\u2019m supposed to watch my brothers for an hour while Mom goes out.\nBut she\u2019ll be back by four. You come over then and I\u2019ll help you get your lines\ndown. And we\u2019ll sing some <em>Annie<\/em> songs.\nAnd you can borrow our DVD. We\u2019ll work hard, and you\u2019ll be ready to rock it\ntomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Although I\u2019m glad about spending\nsome time with her today, I\u2019m not so sure it\u2019s a good idea for me to humiliate\nmyself by auditioning tomorrow. But as I walk across the street to go home, I\u2019m\ndetermined to keep my word. It did feel pretty good to hear how much my support\nmeans to her. And, hey, maybe I\u2019ll get lucky and Miss Flynn will nicely tell me\nthat I didn\u2019t make the cut. At least I\u2019ll have kept my word. Louisa won\u2019t be\nable to fault me for that. And I could intentionally do a bad audition. Except\nthat I promised to try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I go inside, it smells like\nsomething good is baking. I know my grandpa has been experimenting with healthy\nsnack foods lately. He\u2019s determined to cure me of being a finicky eater and\nhoping to convert me from being a junk food junkie, but so far his attempts\nhave mostly flopped. I\u2019m sorry, but I don\u2019t like cookies that taste like gerbil\nfood. Or green cake made from zucchini. And even though I pretended to like his\neggplant brownies, I didn\u2019t go back for seconds. Just the same, I am hungry\u2026and\ncurious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHey, Gramps.\u201d I find him in the\nkitchen, just removing a cookie sheet from the oven. \u201cWhat\u2019s cookin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cJust plain old-fashioned oatmeal\nraisin cookies.\u201d He frowns as if there\u2019s something inherently wrong with this.\n\u201cIt\u2019s Grams\u2019s recipe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh? I thought she didn\u2019t know how\nto cook.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s true. It was actually her\nmother\u2019s recipe.\u201d He holds up an old cookbook. \u201cGrams claims her mother made\nthese for her when she was a girl. She wanted me to make them to take to your\ngreat-grandma when you girls go visiting her this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh?\u201d I consider this. \u201cThat\u2019s this\nafternoon\u2026I sort of forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGrams is working on something in\nher craft room right now. I told her I\u2019d send you up.\u201d He points to a brown\nbag. \u201cThose are the cookies to take, and a few extras to eat on your way if you\nwant.\u201d He winks. \u201cIf you don\u2019t like \u2019em, send your complaints to Grams or\nGreat-grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah, right.\u201d I thank him and take\nthe bag upstairs, hoping Grams will understand if I beg out of going to the old\nfolks\u2019 home today. It\u2019s not that I don\u2019t like my great-grandmother, but I really\nwant to go over to Louisa\u2019s at four. And I know Grams will want to stay longer\nwith her mother. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThere you are.\u201d Grams continues to\nstaple some upholstery fabric onto a wooden bench. \u201cLet me just finish this and\nthen we\u2019ll leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you, uh, mind if I don\u2019t go?\u201d I\nask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She looks up from her project. \u201cYou\ndon\u2019t want to go?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI do want to go.\u201d I quickly\nexplain about Louisa and the musical production tryouts. \u201cLouisa thinks we\nshould practice so that I can do better at tomorrow\u2019s audition. I\u2019m supposed to\ngo to her house at four.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re going to be in <em>Annie?\u201d<\/em> Grams smiles. \u201cThat\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell, I\u2019ll try out for it. I doubt\nthey\u2019ll want me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOf course they\u2019ll want you.\u201d She\npats my shoulder. \u201cI\u2019ll explain to Great-grandma why you couldn\u2019t make it\ntoday. I\u2019m sure she\u2019ll understand.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hold out the cookies. \u201cGramps\nsaid you wanted these for her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m hoping she\u2019ll eat them. Her\nappetite\u2019s been failing.\u201d She staples a few more places then stands up\nstraight. \u201cI thought they might tempt her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBe sure and tell her I\u2019ll come\nnext week. I promise.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019ll be happy to hear that,\nZoey. You always brighten her day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I feel slightly guilty now. \u201cMaybe I\nshould go today after all? I mean, if she\u2019s not feeling so great. Do you think I\nshould\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo, no, don\u2019t you worry about\nthat. Next week will come soon enough. And maybe you can tell her all about your\nschool\u2019s musical then.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd even if I don\u2019t get a part,\nI\u2019ll tell her about Louisa because I know she\u2019ll get a good part. Maybe even the\nlead part. She\u2019d be a good Annie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWouldn\u2019t that be nice? And don\u2019t\nworry, Zoey, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll get a part too. You just need to believe in\nyourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMaybe\u2026I\u2019m sure Louisa would agree\nwith you on that. So anyway, I guess I\u2019ll just have to try a little harder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo your best and you won\u2019t regret\nit.\u201d Grams reaches for the bag of cookies. \u201cAnd I\u2019ll let your great-grandmother\nknow you\u2019ll be there next week.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n<p>My time spent practicing lines and\nsinging with Louisa, combined with watching the <em>Annie<\/em> DVD with Grams and Gramps after dinner, seems to have bolstered\nmy confidence a little. So the next day, when Louisa and I get in line for the\nsecond stage of auditions, I\u2019m not totally freaking. Oh, I\u2019m pretty sure I\nwon\u2019t get a speaking role and maybe not even into the chorus, but at least I\u2019m\nkeeping my word to Louisa. And I already assured her that even if I don\u2019t make\nthe cast cut, I want to volunteer in other ways. According to Gramps, who used\nto be involved in a small theatrical group, there are lots of non-acting roles\nin the theater. Like set design, costumes, makeup, lights\u2014any of those sound\nfun to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Unlike yesterday, Louisa makes sure\nshe and I are at the end of the line today. \u201cIs this so you can really check\nout all the competition?\u201d I whisper in her ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She grins. \u201cMaybe I want to be sure\nthe judges have seen everyone before me.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But as we watch auditions, it feels\nlike some girls have really upped their game. They\u2019ve picked better lines than\nyesterday and they seem to be more dramatic. Plus we\u2019re hearing songs besides \u201cThe Sun\u2019ll Come Up Tomorrow.\u201d After\none exceptional performance by a petite eighth grader named Sally, I notice\nLouisa is biting her lower lip, which means she\u2019s nervous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d I whisper, \u201cyou\u2019re\nway better than Sally.\u201d Okay, \u201cway better\u201d might be stretching it. But I do\nthink Louisa is a little better. At least I hope so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Louisa frowns as Sally skips down\nthe stage steps to sit down in the auditorium. \u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026. \u201d Louisa\u2019s voice\nis hushed. \u201cShe was really, really good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot as good as you.\u201d I nod\nvigorously as the girl before us takes the stage. \u201cJust keep believing in\nyourself, Lou. You\u2019re meant to be Annie. I just know it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After the girl ends her audition, I\nsuddenly feel slightly sick\u2014and my feet are stuck to the wooden stage. But\nLouisa nudges me forward. \u201cGo for it, Zoey,\u201d she urges. \u201cYou can do this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Our plan had been to audition\nseparately since I picked a pretty easy piece from an early scene, and Louisa\nwants to do something that comes later. But suddenly, she\u2019s grabbing my hand\nand dragging me out to the center of the stage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cZoey and I are doing different\npieces, but we want to audition together,\u201d she announces like this was our\noriginal plan. \u201cZoey will go first.\u201d Then with Louisa by my side, I timidly read\nmy lines, which I\u2019m afraid are unimpressive. And now I\u2019m freezing up again. But\nLouisa\u2019s elbow in my ribs reminds me I\u2019m not done. And then she starts my song\nand we sing a few stanzas of \u201cIt\u2019s a\nHard Knock Life\u201d together. Louisa\u2019s strong voice encourages me to sing\nlouder, which probably makes me sound better. And then we\u2019re done and I\u2019m about\nto make a quick exit. But Louisa is still holding my hand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I know she plans to do a scene with\nSandy the dog.\nAnd without missing a beat, she steps into her Annie character and acts like\nshe\u2019s talking to the dog. Only she\u2019s looking directly at me. So, playing along,\nI crouch down and actually hold up my hands like paws and pant like a dog who\u2019s\nbegging. <em>What won\u2019t I do for my best\nfriend?<\/em> There\u2019s a lot of laughter, but Louisa doesn\u2019t miss a beat as she\nclearly recites her lines. And then she starts belting out the \u201cDumb Dog\u201d song, which she pulls off\nperfectly. Meanwhile I continue to play Sandy.\nThe applause is the loudest it\u2019s been throughout all the auditions. We both do\na little bow then hurry down the stage steps to join the others. My knees are\nactually shaking when I sit down. But I\u2019m so glad that\u2019s over with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Miss Flynn takes the stage with a wide\nsmile. \u201cYou have all done superbly\u2014both yesterday and today. I\u2019m sure that\nmeans our production will be fabulous! We\u2019ll have six weeks to get it all\npolished up. And we\u2019ll perform it shortly before winter break as a\nChristmastime treat for the whole town.\u201d She looks over to where the other\nteachers are waiting on the sideline. \u201cWe judges will meet together this afternoon\nto discuss casting, and our results will be posted outside the auditorium\ntomorrow. Best of all, play practice starts next Monday.\u201d She thanks everyone,\nand then we begin to exit the auditorium. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As we leave, I can hear some of the\nolder girls congratulating Sally on her audition. They seem to believe Sally cinched\nthe lead. But a couple of younger girls quietly encourage Louisa, acting like\nshe still has a good chance too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLouisa is a natural Annie,\u201d I say\nto one of them. \u201cShe even looks like Annie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou don\u2019t get the lead role just\nbecause you have red hair,\u201d an eighth grader calls over her shoulder. \u201cEver\nheard of a wig?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFYI, little girls, with costume\nand makeup, we will make Sally look exactly like Annie,\u201d an older girl named Bree\ninforms us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd she\u2019ll do it better than a\nlittle sixth grader,\u201d someone else calls out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I toss a look at them but keep my\nmouth shut. Then I link my arm into Louisa\u2019s and walk her toward our locker.\n\u201cIgnore them,\u201d I hiss quietly. \u201cThey\u2019re just afraid you\u2019re going to get the\nAnnie part.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThey\u2019re probably right. I\u2019m only a\nsixth grader. Maybe it\u2019s not fair for a younger kid to get the lead.\u201d Louisa\nsighs. \u201cAnd, really, I\u2019d be happy with a smaller part. I could play Tessie or\nMolly or\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOr <em>Annie!\u201d<\/em> I throw open our locker door. \u201cIt\u2019s like that role was made\nfor you. And everyone loved your audition.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell, those snobby eighth graders\ndon\u2019t count. Just forget about them.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOkay.\u201d She shoves a book into her\nbackpack. \u201cI can\u2019t believe we have to wait until tomorrow to find out though. I\nprobably won\u2019t be able to sleep a wink tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cTry not to think about it.\u201d I zip\nmy backpack closed. \u201cYou did your best. That\u2019s all you can do.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou did your best too.\u201d She breaks\ninto a grin. \u201cI had to control myself from laughing when you started playing\nthe dog. But thanks for doing that! You really helped me with my scene. And,\nreally, your audition went okay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can tell she doesn\u2019t really\nbelieve that. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter. I\u2019m just glad to have it behind me now.\u201d And I\nwon\u2019t want to admit it to her, but more than ever I hope I won\u2019t get cast for\nanything. The idea of painting sets or running lights is very appealing. I\u2019d\nlike to remain behind the scenes. 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