One leg ahead of the other, she said to herself. Don’t blow it. Smiling into the room, she closed the door behind herself gently and walked down the long hall, passing the seated girls. She held her breath, her chin up, her back straight. The tap tap tapping of her heels echoed around the hall, inadvertently hammering at their crumbling self-confidence. Some of the girls peered up from their scripts and, nearly defeated, tried to guess what Martha knew. (If they knew, then maybe, it would be easier for them.) Or just to somehow absorb a bit of that confidence, use it... Martha caught the eye of a girl sitting along the wall and gave her an encouraging smile, not presumptuous, not with too much confidence. You can do it her look said to the seated girl. The girl shrugged and smiled, embarrassed at being so vulnerable.
Chapter 16 - Um, thanks