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We spent our last full day of camp prepping for the night’s big performance. Elle passed out teas to the people singing songs. I stretched and went over dance moves with Milo. And the instruments were finely tuned before we started to get ready.
“Sami, what do you think you’re wearing?” Elle curled Morgan’s hair.
“Clothes.” She pulled a white muscle-tee over her black sports bra.
Skinny jeans, Converse, and a backwards hat completed her outfit. It was a stark contrast to the punk-rock princess one Elle laid out for her.
“What’s wrong with those?”
“I’m not your Barbie doll.” She sat down on Morgan’s bunk with a comic book.
“I kept your personal style in mind.”
“Yeah, well, you didn’t factor in my inability to walk in heels.” She peeled open the first page.
“You’re playing the piano. All you have to do is walk on stage and sit. If you fall, I’m sure Finn will catch you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not falling on my *** in front of the whole school. I take pride in my intimidation factor.”
“Compromise: I’ll let you keep everything else on if you cl*** it up with the heels and leather jacket.”
“I don’t wear leather.”
“It’s faux, obviously. Please, pretty please?” Elle poked out her bottom lip.
She groaned and shoved her comic aside. “Fine.”
At 5PM, the talent show began. We sat through the freshman and sophomores’ performances before heading backstage for our turn on the stage. We weren’t going until the end of the junior section. By the time four groups had gone, all the songs in our main set-list were used. The reason being we were given an assignment prior to camp. Our first song had to be about what we wanted the world to know. The second one needed to be about our future aspirations. The third one needed to be about an obstacle we’ve overcome. And the fourth song needed to depict our lives at that moment.
Elle crossed her arms with a smug smirk.
“You got lucky.” Ryan remarked.
“Whatever makes you feel better.” She massaged his shoulder in a patronizing manner.
“I-I’m opening the show?” Morgan stammered nervously.
“With Sams. You’ll be fine.” I reassured.
She still wasn’t convinced she could do it. Sami walked over to her and placed her hands on her shoulders.
“Your voice is amazing. You’re going to rock this. We wouldn’t put you center stage if we didn’t think you could handle it.” Sami encouraged.
“And Lucas will be all ‘oh my gosh, she’s amazing. I’m a major tool who can’t keep it in his pants’.” She imitated his voice.
Morgan giggled. “Exactly like that?”
Sami nodded. “That’s exactly what it sounds like when he speaks. I had to fight the urge to punch him for so long. I almost thought I couldn’t do it.”
“And performing last we have ‘The Ry Guys’.” Headmaster Lawrence announced. We all walked out on stage ready to complete our final task of Camp Artsy.
Walking out onto that stage was an electrifying rush. The lights, the audience staring back at us, and being surrounded by my best friends. Our first song went smoothly despite Morgan’s nerves. She was really in the groove of things by the second song, even working the stage. Remember My Name was from my favorite movie, so I was more than a little familiar with it when Elle suggested it, even though we were using the modern adaptation. I was beyond happy to create my own choreography to pair with it. Milo and I developed the new lifts we learned in cl***. They were a smash with the audience, as was Morgan’s voice. We seamlessly went into our next songs. Before we knew it, we were on our final one. As soon as we all shouted out the last lyrics, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.