She rolled over, pulling her soft sheet close, then bolted up. She was alone in the cabin. The other beds were made, and the girls were gone. What time was it? And where were her friends? She hopped out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, a staff T-shirt, and grabbed a hoodie. Slipping her flip-flops on, she padded outside. The porch, the path, the lake … empty. A flock of birds flew overhead as Mitchie looked around. She headed up to the main stage area. Here they are, she thought, hardly able to believe what she was seeing. Peggy was rehearsing singers. Caitlyn, Sander, and Barron were working out a dance routine. Jason was practicing guitar parts with the Junior Rockers. Ella was zipping around with her measuring tape, taking measurements for costumes. Another group was poring over set and lighting plans. “What’s going on?” Mitchie said, dumbfounded. This was the kind of effort she’d been trying to achieve all week long. “You were right,” Ella told her. “It shouldn’t be all up to you.
