So here I am, stuck aboard the ship. Like a little kid stuck at home with measles, everyone else gets to go out and play while I watch from the window.
I think I cried a little. I know there was a time when no one seemed to speak and no one was looking at me. But it couldn’t have gone on too long because it’s not good for a crew to see their captain cry. And especially not a captain who’s going to be famous someday.
And just who the hell are you trying to kid, Tamara? You’re never going to be famous. There’s only going to be ten other people in your universe for the rest of your life, which will probably be way shorter than you imagined anyway. You can’t be famous when only ten other people even know you exist.
So anyhow, I admitted that Warren and the Voices had a point, that I needed
