Fearless by Katy Grant Page B

cabins perform their counselor imitations, and lots of them were really good. I just loved seeing all my friends perform and have a fun time.
    Later that night after evening program was over, we were all walking up the steps to the cabin together when Reb made this announcement: “From now on, whenever we have to do any kind of skit, let’s just put Jordan in charge.”
    â€œYeah, good idea,” agreed Jennifer. “Skits, the talent show, all that stuff. It’s good to have at least one person in the cabin to take care of all that.”
    The talent show! I hadn’t even thought about that.Every summer the whole camp would have a talent show, and each cabin had to do at least one act. It could be anything—singing, dancing, playing a musical instrument. Or doing some kind of skit.
    â€œOkay,” I said. “I promise I’ll plan things, but you’ll all have to be in it.”
    I couldn’t believe it! It was so cool that everyone thought of me as the one to plan these things. But there was something else I was thinking about.
    I could hardly wait to get back to the cabin. As soon as I crawled into bed, I pulled
Our Town
off my shelf and flipped through the pages until I came to the blue sheet hidden inside. For the first time in weeks, I wanted to read the words printed on this piece of paper. I unfolded it and spread out the wrinkles.
    WANT TO BE A PART OF VALLEY
YOUTH THEATER?
AUDITION FOR OUR NEXT PLAY!
    WHAT: Our Town
    WHEN: Auditions held from 6 to 8 p.m.,
    August 1 and 2
    WHO: All aspiring actors between the
    ages of 9 and 17
    HOW: Bring headshot (school photo
    okay) and your best acting chops
    WHERE: Valley Youth Theater,
    708 S. 3rd St.
    See you then . . . and break a leg!
    I’d first picked up this paper back when I’d gone with Daddy and Madison to see
Oliver!
No one knew about it and what it made me think of doing.
    Something daring. Something unexpected.
    Something fearless.

Friday, June 27
    Late in the afternoon, after all the lessons were over, we were on our way back to the stables to help the riding staff hose down the horses, feed them, and turn them out. Amber and Molly really loved doing this, because the more time they got to spend with the horses, the happier they were.
    Whitney liked to do it because she thought it somehow gave her more status than the other riders who only took lessons and didn’t help with tacking and grooming.
    I liked it at first, but after doing it a few times, it seemed like a lot of work to me. But all my friends wanted to do it practically every day, so I figured I might as well go along with them.
    When we got to the stables, we could see thatMadison was out in the ring riding Suzy. We walked over and stood beside Wayward, who was leaning against the rail fence, watching them.
    â€œHey, how’s it going? We’ll start hosing down the horses in a minute, after Maddy finishes this course,” Wayward told us.
    I actually liked watching Princess Perfect on horseback. Madison looked like she belonged on a horse, and it made me proud that all my friends got to see her too.
    â€œSuzy is so beautiful. I love white horses,” said Molly. She reached up to try to steal Wayward’s plaid cap, but she wasn’t fast enough. Wayward kept both hands on her hat so Molly couldn’t get it.
    â€œDon’t mess with the hat,” she warned. “And Suzy’s not really white. She’s gray.” Then Wayward explained that white horses were really rare. For a horse to be called white, it had to have pink skin. Suzy’s gray coat had faded to white as she’d gotten older.
    I didn’t really care whether Suzy was technically white or not. She
looked
white to me. And with Madison riding her, the two of them looked beautiful together. They were pretty far away from us, but they stood out against the deep green of the grass.
    Madison was wearing a red polo, cream-colored jodhpurs, and black boots. Her