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Elsa and Honeymaren sat at the top of the amphitheater. The concert was the next day, and the camps had decided to call it the Camp Union Amphitheater.
“It’s kind of a dull name,” Honeymaren laughed as they were talking about it.
“Well, it was up to the vote, and nobody could agree on the more imaginative names,” Elsa said.
Honeymaren sighed. “Well, are you ready, Elsa?”
“I guess so. Emotionally, not really, if I’m being honest.”
“You’ll do fine, you know,” Honeymaren said, squeezing Elsa’s hand.
“Thanks,” Elsa smiled. “But I haven’t come of age at home, so that means I haven’t made any public appearances. This is really new.”
Honeymaren nodded. “We’ll be performing together, so you won’t be up there alone.”
Elsa nodded. The summer sun was setting, and it was getting late.
“We should get going,” Honeymaren said. “See you at rehearsal tomorrow?”
“Of course!” Elsa said. “Good night!”
Elsa walked back to her room at Camp Royal. She exchanged pleasant enough good nights with the other campers at the dormitory, but as she got ready for bed, she realized that, at the end of the summer, Honeymaren was the only person she would really miss.
She fell into a deep sleep, with dreams she mostly forgot involving storms and shipwrecks, but woke up refreshed in the morning. Today was the day. There would be rehearsals and then the joint performance for the first time in over thirty years.
Everyone in her performance group met at the amphitheater, this time to practice their number before the evening’s show. Their run-throughs were flawless, though this only made Elsa worry that she was going to mess up in the evening.
“Do you ever get nervous before a show?” she asked Honeymaren when they were sitting around at lunch.
“Of course I do,” Honeymaren replied. “I think everyone does, at least a little bit. But then I kind of play through everything I need to do, and I don’t give myself any choice but to just go do it. Once I’m out there, that’s what I’m doing. And most of the time, nobody will even notice if you mess something up. Except picking your nose. Don’t do that, someone will notice.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” Elsa laughed.
“It’s something they have to tell us when we’re younger,” Honeymaren smiled. “But trust me, you’ll be so busy with hair and makeup and costumes in a few hours, you won’t have time to worry. And if you’re worried, let me know and I’ll distract you.”
“Distract me?” Elsa asked. “How?”
“Well, what are you thinking about right now?”
Elsa smiled. “You have a point.”