I can read minds

The first thing I said as I tumbled out of the car on Friday night was, "Guess what? I'm doing a production. Again."

They laughed, while I flounced around dramatically. "I can't believe this is happening! I can't believe I did that!!"

"You knew that was going to happen if you went back. Why did you go back?!" said P, exasperated.

"Because I wanted to say hi! Because they still had my dress! And I didn't say I was going to be in it!!! She assumed!!!!! OMG, what have I done?!!"

He's right though. I knew I may be roped into helping out if I turned up. I had actually said to P, "No. Not going anywhere near there for a while." Then I slipped through the gates to the Music Centre and found call back notices. With a vague idea of saying hi to the kids I had worked with and Alison, the director, I went off to the call backs.

Within five seconds, Alison had spotted me and cried, "OMG, you have ESP!!!! I have been trying to find your contact details! I even emailed Katherine in London to see if she had your details!!"

Next thing I knew, I was in a circle of kids and Alison was annoucing, "And this is Olivia. Everyone say hi. Some of you worked with her last year. She'll be helping out again this year. She's cool."

It was hard to keep a straight face with such flattery coming my way, but I managed.

So, it looks like I will be doing yet another musical production. In my defense (since I have a million things on my plate and really, I shouldn't put another thing on it), I did tell Alison the only way I can do this is if I did my internship at the school. She said, "Let me talk to Jeremy and see what we can do. What are your methods?"

P shook his head at me and said, "You are not getting any sympathy from me. You can't say no, can you?"

"That's it. Y'll are coming to The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. No excuses."