me a few years,â I told my friends. âWhen my designs make it out into the world, I will be charging for my time.â
Ever the dreamer.
When school ended for the day, I rushed to the auditorium but lingered at the entrance, pokingmy head inside. The place was empty, and the drama club wouldnât show up for at least ten minutes.
I had the place all to myself.
Dropping my bags in the front row, I climbed onto the stage.
âHello,â I said to the empty chairs. My back was hunched, as if I was ready to curl into a ball at the first sign of predators. I straightened and then put my hands on my hips. âHey!â I tried in a cheerier voice. âHi! Iâm Vanessaââ
The side door opened, and I quickly leaped down, landing on all fours.
âVanny?â Katie tilted her head to one side.
âKatie?â I sat back on my heels. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm helping with costumes,â she said, holding up a sewing box.
âWhat?â There wasnât an ounce of happinessin my voice, but Katie smiled all the same.
âIsnât this great? We get to make the costumes together!â
âBut Iâve already started,â I said. âAnd there isnât enough work for two people.â
Katie settled on the carpet beside me. âDonât be silly! There are two costume changes, and five actors. Youâre really going to sew ten costumes by yourself? No, no, no. I have come to save the day.â She made muscles with both her arms. âNow what are you doing on the floor?â
âUh . . . yoga,â I said. âI really like the peace and quiet of being alone.â
I could not have emphasized the word alone stronger, except maybe with a bullhorn. But Katie smiled again and snapped her fingers.
âYou were doing Cat-Cow? Iâll join you!â She got on her hands and knees.
âOh! Uh . . .â I imitated her.
âAre you on Cat or Cow?â she asked.
âWell . . .â I didnât know any yoga except the breathing Heather had shown me, but cats seemed more glamorous than cows. âCat.â
Katie bowed her head and curved her spine upward like a hissing cat. I copied her.
âHow long do you hold your poses?â she asked.
âUntil I feel ridiculous, which is now,â I said.
Katie raised her head and dropped her spine so that her back curved into a U . I guessed this was the cow.
The auditorium door opened again, and several people walked in. I started to get up, but Katie grabbed my arm. âLetâs have them join us!â she said.
âWhat?â Again, no joy. I wasnât sure how Katie maintained such a constant state of obliviousness.
âGuys! Vanessa is leading us in yoga!â she called.
âNo! Iââ
âYoga? Great idea!â said Phoebe. âWe need to loosen up our muscles. Everyone onstage!â
The actors and actresses, along with Katie, put away their schoolbags and did as Phoebe instructed.
âCome on, Vanny!â Katie offered me a hand up.
âOh, I think I should stay down here where you can . . . um . . . all see me better.â I laughed nervously as everyone faced me.
After several seconds of awkward staring, I realized they were waiting for me to start.
âSo . . . uh . . . our first pose is . . .â I didnât actually name it, but I stretched my right hand high into the sky and wiggled my fingers.
Everyone mirrored me except one girl who frowned. âIâm not familiar with this pose. Is it amodified version of the Gate pose?â
Why wasnât this girl in charge?
âUh . . . no. This is a different type of yoga from my . . . my ancestors.â I clasped my hands together solemnly. âThat first pose is actually called . . . Teacher, Teacher.â I lifted my left arm and wiggled my fingers. âAnd now we do it on the other side.â
Everyone shifted along with me. Yoga was
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