I can’t believe how quickly the time’s gone. I’m looking forward to seeing you both. Bye, Mom. Give my love to Dad.” Olivia hung up the phone after speaking to her parents on Sunday afternoon. She turned to smile at Flame. “Mom and Dad love to hear all the news. I told them that we’ve started rehearsing onstage and everything. They’re really excited about coming to the school production. I just hope I don’t mess up!” “You will be fine. You are working so hard to be a good dancer,” Flame purred. “Thanks, Flame!” Olivia said, stroking his soft, little ears. A group of girls from her class walked past. “Hi, Olivia,” one of them called. “We’re going to watch a video of The Nutcrackerin the common room. Do you want to come?” Olivia loved the Nutcrackerballet, but she knew she really ought to take Flame outside. He’d spent a lot of time indoors while she had been doing extra practices in the studio. “Thanks, but I think I’ll catch up with you later, if that’s okay.
