Aunt Vonda is so excited the next morning when I tell her what I have planned, she spills her tea all over the table. I accept her hug with one of my own, though I'm beginning to think if the people who love me don't stop choking me, I won't be around much longer.
She sits back, clapping like a crazy lady, red-tinted curls barely moving as she bounces in her seat.
"Riley," she gushes all over me, "that's so wonderful!"
We walk together to work, my few hours of sleep enough to keep my spirits up, tied to the excitement of knowing tomorrow night I'll be auditioning for my first real show. My first New York show.
It's hard to focus on flowers and customer's orders, especially when Aunt Vonda proceeds to inform anyone who will listen I'm going to be a famous actress someday. When I'm not b
