CHAPTER 56

There"s nothing like the morning after a night that doesn"t end. Last night I rewrote the final song for the musical completely while staring at the studio before falling asleep in my chaise lounge, my notebook on my lap. The fog I"ve been wrestling with cleared and I accomplished what I"ve been trying to for months. I was so sure of it, I took a screenshot and sent it off to Miranda Tamayo last night. When the sun comes up, a slice of vibrant orange on the horizon, the paper is on the patio next to my chair. My phone buzzes with a message from my writing partner. It"s short and sweet. Miranda: That"s it. Satisfaction and pride settle in me as I shift out of the chair, rubbing a hand through my hair. The tile cool under my bare feet, I stretch my sore muscles, thinking of the routine I"ve established since I returned from New York. Helping with S