Sitting in the sound room, Bree found herself nervously wiping her hands on her floral skirt. She had no idea why she was so anxious when she wasn’t the one auditioning, but she felt as if her heart might beat right out of her chest.
Trent had opted not to come to the callback. Bree would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little relieved. As much as she appreciated having him involved in her work whenever reasonably possible, the situation at the club the other night had unnerved her to some degree. It wasn’t the last show they’d gone to together, and Trent had stayed out of it when another heckler was shouting at her a few nights later at an equally seedy joint, but Bree was glad he wasn’t with her today.
For obvious reasons, she couldn’t quite get herself to admit to.
