•••••Sky's Perspective
It took nearly a day and a half to drive from New York to Pennsylvania, and we flew from there to Michigan.
We arrived in Detroit, late into the evening.
We began our time in Michigan with rehearsals, as usual, and scrounging for every spare minute we could get.
Ironically, performing the show is much less tiring than the initial preparations that get us up early in the morning and send us to bed late in the night.
The boys and I were pretty much half-asleep every second of every day up until the first show.
As for Aiden, she was the one waking us up when we fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon.
She didn't have to sing or dance like we did, so she was pretty much our ace.
The only downside to that, was that she was constantly shoving cough drops down our throats to "prevent illness caused by sleep-depravity".
At that point, we couldn't even understand simple words, so we just obeyed her and swallowed about five or six lozenges a day.
She'd really grown on all four of us, and not just for the reason that she didn't hang out with anyone else. The boys really liked having her around.
I wasn't exactly sure where she and I were headed, but I'd already kissed her twice, so we weren't off to too bad of a start.
We had a kind of unspoken understanding that we had something, but I had no idea what she thought that "something" was.
I, for one, was in love with her.
But I had no idea if she was in love with me.
And this is exactly the kind of cliche stuff you see in Hallmark movies, only for them, it always works out. You know how it ends by the time you're two minutes in, but you still watch it to see how they get to that point.
This wasn't a Hallmark movie. I didn't know how it was going to end.
I managed to keep quiet about it, but she could understand my concerns with one fleeting instance of eye contact. She would usually give me a small smile, which would always momentarily ease my nerves.
She seemed happy with where we were. Starting slow, waiting to see where we were going.
I figured that our date to see 42nd Street would probably come with a conversation, or at least I hoped it would.
•••••
"First show in Michigan." Josh commented as we entered the theater.
"This place is amazing." Ben said, looking around at the opera house's architecture.
I surveyed the ceiling, with it's yellow-tinted glass and intricate chandelier. There were sections of it that were blue, with white designs overlaying it.
I stared up, marveling at the beauty of it, and found myself unable to take my eyes away.
"Don't look up." I warned. "You won't be able to look back down."
"I looked up." DeMarius announced, literally ten seconds after I'd spoken. "And I can't look down."
"I can't either." Ben added.
"Josh, don't do it." DeMarius begged. "You have to stay strong for us."
"I'm trying not to!" He groaned. "But I want to look so bad!"
