The Literary Misadventures of Juniper Rosewood

22- Nutella Crepes

I spent all of that evening at the piano. My parents even brought me a sandwich because they were concerned that I had forgotten to eat anything since I got home from school. My fingers moved nimbly over the keys, constructing delicate melodies and frantic beats. By the time I went to bed at half-past eleven, my back was aching and my fingers were sore. It was worth it though. I was woefully ill-prepared for the show, but that didn't really matter. The only ones who would be paying attention were my friends and family, and embarrassing myself in front of them was hardly an unusual occurrence.

My bed was soft and comfortable. My phone chimed on my bedside, lighting up my dark bedroom. I picked it up, looking at the glaringly bright screen to see a text from Circe.

Woodpecker's Bane

11:36 pm: Good luck tomorrow, Juni!

Me

11:36 pm: Thanks, I'll need it!

Woodpecker's Bane

11:37 pm: No you won't ;P Goodnight

Me

11:37 pm: Night, Circe.

I put my phone back on the nightstand, only to have it light up again moments later. I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. I picked up my phone, expecting a stupid meme from Circe, probably including a photo of a duck, but to my surprise, it was a text from Dalton. My stomach flipped when I saw his nickname on the screen.

Jamie

11:40 pm: Good luck tomorrow, Rosie. You'll be grand.

Me

11:40 pm: As grand as the piano? (did you see what I did there???)

Jamie

11:41 pm: Very clever, you'll be even grander.

Me

11:41 pm: Goodnight, Jamie.

He didn't text me back, and so I put my phone back onto my nightstand and promptly fell asleep.

I woke up at about seven o'clock with butterflies knotted up in my stomach. I tried to ignore them as I stepped into the shower and lathered myself with suds. I figured I might as well wash my hair and shave my legs since today was pretty important. I actually planned on putting some effort into the way I looked. The plan was to make Emma proud since she was the most stylish person I knew.

I opened my wardrobe, with my towel wrapped around me and another twisted around my hair, and contemplated my clothes. I hadn't been shopping in over a year. I had an old but nice floral skirt though and paired with a shirt, it would make for a nice outfit for today. I would be cold, but I didn't mind all that much. I put a thermal vest on under my shirt though, just in case. I contemplated putting on a cardigan too, but then I realised I would look like a substitute teacher, and so I settled for my ripped denim jacket. I did have the fashion sense of an old grandma, but at least I was presentable. I threw my hair into a plait and put on some light makeup and a pair of boots since it was likely to be wet outside.

I went downstairs to find that my parents were already awake, much to my surprise. Even more surprising was the fact that my grandparents were sitting in the living room. Oh gosh, had they heard me singing in the shower? Oh well, there was only more embarrassment to come.