“Desmond, can you come by tomorrow? Someone’s using my mother’s name to kick me out of the orchestra.” Silence ensued on the other end of the line, and soon enough, I could hear teeth grinding on the call. “Text me the address.” With Desmond having my back, I didn’t stray away from rehearsals the next day. As usual, I walked into the hall. On stage, Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, Rhys, and Maddox crowded around Charlotte as she took my seat in front of the piano. Charlotte had never received formal training, and it showed in the awkward way she lifted the fallboard. Her eyes shifted when she spotted me, and she pulled a sweet and innocent look. “Naomi, what are you doing here? Didn’t Caleb have you kicked…” Biting her lip, she seemed to realize she had said something wrong. Her eyes welled up. “I’m sorry, Naomi. I didn’t mean to rub salt in your wounds. If you’re upset, I’ll make way for you.” Caleb pressed her down. “Don’t be scared, Charlotte. You are deserving of this
Read more