Peeking through the curtains, I saw those familiar faces teachers, friends,

family, they were here. Five minutes till showtime! someone shouted. Looking at
the chaotic backstage, I went back through my lines again. Two minutes. Olivia
comes up to me saying Promise well steal the last show? Promise. Will we ever
cross paths ever again? One minute. Huddled in a circle, we said our prayers. Lets
steal the show.
Ten minutes later. Applause filled the hall as we took our final bow. Tears
streamed down Olivias face, beaming at me. I smiled back. We did it. We stole the
show.