Every five minutes, I was checking my email to see if Kenneth had responded. Around three this morning, I sent him the piece that I had been working on. It wasn’t even close to being perfect, but I was out of time. It would have to work, and if it didn’t, that mean I didn’t get into the program this year. It was now about two in the afternoon, and I was sitting on the sofa when the notification on my laptop dinged.
Gavin stared at me, anxious himself to see what the verdict was. I opened my email, and sure enough, there was a response from Kenneth. “Well, what does it say?” Gavin asked impatiently.
“Dear Mia, I have reviewed your piece and have some problems in a few places. However, I have to say that the piece is intriguing. I have to say that when I read it, I wanted to t
