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“Uh-oh. I know that tone, Drew. What do you want to tell me?”

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and leap—headlong—into the most terrifying disclosure I’ve ever made in my life.

“Danny, I’ve met someone…”

…

Wednesday April 26th 4:04 p.m.

D: How you holding up?

K: Meh

D: You nervous?

K: What do you think?

D: *SNORT* I think you’re probably climbing the walls and I wish I could come and hold you.

K: Me, too. Will you be there? In the auditorium?

D: Would it make you feel better or worse do you think?

K: Better. I think. Maybe. Possibly…

D: If you want me to leave, why don’t you give me a sign.

K: Like what?

D: Like…scratching your nose with your left hand.

K: While hopping up and down, naked under a full moon?

D: Oh, well, now, that I’d NEVER miss!

K: I’ll be fine.

D: I know.

K: I’m just a little bit terrified. First rehearsal with the “big boy” orchestra.

D: Tonight it’s a “big girl” orchestra! It’s YOUR orchestra!

K: Hmmmmmm

K: Oh, hey, I almost forgot! Thanks for the care package! Very sweet but you didn’t have to!

D: What care package?

K: Don’t play coy with me, Dr. D!

D: Seriously, K. I didn’t send you a care package. What was in it?

K: Really? You didn’t? Then who the hell sent it?

D: WHAT. WAS. IN. IT?

K: It had ramen noodles, jars of peanut butter, instant coffee (blech!), and my fave candy combo, sour gummy peaches and choco-covered almonds.