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Some things never change.
An hour later, after I’ve finished an interview with the Tennis Team Network, cooled down, stretched, and downed my recovery smoothie, I finally have a moment to check my phone.
Three unread texts from Max are waiting for me.
Max
Just saw the scoreline.
Max
Quarterfinalist has a nice ring to it, Keller.
Max
I’m so ridiculously proud of you.
I grin widely.
Katie
Some of us are becoming important now.
Katie
Maybe not on the level of a West End lead, but enough that I might walk out of the tournament with another sponsorship deal. Drew said somebody was asking who my agent is.
Katie
Anyway, how’s rehearsal going?
The typing bubble appears almost immediately.
Max
Same ol’. Same ol’.
Max
Although today I did accidentally elbow another actor directly in the face during combat choreography, so morale is excellent.
I snort loudly enough that Drew glances over from across the lounge. “Max,” I mouth to him. He nods and resumes speaking with Adala.
Max
I wish I could’ve been there too.
A second later, another message pops in.
Max
But I’ll absolutely be there for quarters. I’m talking to the director after lunch.
Katie
You don’t have to skip rehearsal for me.
Max
