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I grabbed the corkscrew and poured a glass for each of us Garlic bread went into the oven and the oldback

Saap on the drying rack and gestured to another photo froh school “Do you reht?”

“It was even worse than ht Plus, the dance moves—it was a minor disaster”

“Not fro your name” He added more salt to the water before it reached a boil

“You mean Conrad Birdie’s name”

Somehow, my senior year, the drama teacher who’d hounded me since I was a fresh otten my full ride, and there wasn’t ht rehearsals had kept me busy

When she’d said I’d have a part, I thought I’d be a tree or souys on the teae, so I couldn’t back out

“I meant yours Trust me, they weren’t worried one little bit about a oing back to stirring the pasta “Who knew you had such a wonderful singing voice?” He covered his barely-contained laughter with a cough and a dash of garlic salt into the sauce pot

“I couldn’t have done it without all the help frouys”

“All we did was run some lines with you”

“And helped ether Felix went over the dance steps with me so many times”

Sam lifted two handfuls of pasta from the rack and dropped them into the pot “You were also there in the front row, cheering me on at every performance”

“It’s not every day we get to see sohts” He fra a marquee

“The ticket booth kiosk in front of Reed High hardly counts as a theater”