&quot;How nervous are you?&quot; Andie asks me on the way out of Entertainment Management Friday. &quot;It&quot;s going to be great. I didn&quot;t even know Frank was on the faculty list until the fall,&quot; I admit as we start down the hall. &quot;He wasn&quot;t when I auditioned.&quot; &quot;Frank Harvey?&quot; I look up to see Jorge, the guy from the library, fall into step with us. &quot;Lucky,&quot; he goes on. &quot;The guy&quot;s a rising star. But I don&quot;t know anyone else who got Frank. It&quot;ll be cool to work with someone who knows how to bust in.&quot; Excitement works through me. &quot;Exactly.&quot; Andie jerks her head toward the dining hall. &quot;I&quot;m this way. Emily,

I knew going home for the weekend would be a minefield, but it&quot;s even more treacherous than I imagined. All my dad&quot;s friends are in one house to celebrate his award, and the table is full of friends bursting with well-intention and dangerous curiosity. &quot;How&quot;re classes?&quot; Nina, my dad&quot;s former tour manager, asks me over dinner Saturday night. &quot;Hard, but at least they&quot;re interesting,&quot; I say. &quot;I have two essays and a project due before midterms.&quot; So far, so good. I take a congratulatory bite of fettucine, cooked to perfection by the chef Dad and Haley hired when Sophia hit two and Haley started working again full-time. &quot;How&quot;s Avery?&quot; Haley asks. My stomach untwists a little. &quot;Already planning her platf

&quot;You were great at Leo&quot;s last night.&quot; I look up from my notebook the next afternoon at the Vanier library to see a slender blond guy from class leaning over my chair. &quot;Jorge,&quot; he volunteers. &quot;We survived acting intensive together with Ms. Miranda Tamayo.&quot; &quot;Right.&quot; I smile back. I don&quot;t remember seeing him at Leo&quot;s, but most of the night I was distracted&mdash;by my need to prove myself and by the one guy who could ruin my chances of doing that. &quot;Homework?&quot; Jorge nods to my notebook. &quot;No, actually. Just writing.&quot; I used to force my brain to work in logic and answers and solutions. Getting good grades meant everything needed to fit in

&quot;How nervous are you?&quot; Andie asks me on the way out of Entertainment Management Friday. &quot;It&quot;s going to be great. I didn&quot;t even know Frank was on the faculty list until the fall,&quot; I admit as we start down the hall. &quot;He wasn&quot;t when I auditioned.&quot; &quot;Frank Harvey?&quot; I look up to see Jorge, the guy from the library, fall into step with us. &quot;Lucky,&quot; he goes on. &quot;The guy&quot;s a rising star. But I don&quot;t know anyone else who got Frank. It&quot;ll be cool to work with someone who knows how to bust in.&quot; Excitement works through me. &quot;Exactly.&quot; Andie jerks her head toward the dining hall. &quot;I&quot;m this way. Emily, I&quot;ll catch you tonight?&quot; Her eyebrows wiggle. &quot;For sure.&quo

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