He stood there, stunned. I was afraid this would happen, people finding out.

"It's nothing, really, Mr. Ramos. I better get out of your hair. Thank you so much for listening." I shoulder my bag and start towards the door, slowing the tears that I wish had never come out.

"Hey, Allyson? Could you stay here backstage for a bit?"

"Of course, I'd love to." I reply, mentally dancing like an idiot saying, 'THE CAST MIGHT TAKE ME INNNNNN! I MIGHT LIVE WITH LINNNNN! OR ANTHONYYYYYY! EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN'T RHYMEEEEEE!' I am so close to doing that right now, but he closes the door and leaves for a moment. Being the musical idiot I am, I break into spontaneous song and dance numbers from musicals, choreography just thrown together. I start with Popular from Wicked, go to In The Heights from In The Heights, then to Anybody got a map from Dear Evan Hansen, Don't Let Me Go Shrek The Musical, Just Take The Money 21 Chump Street. But then I finished with my favorite song, Dear Theodosia. I belt out each verse, adding my own flair to it.

"I think you do it better than me!"