I acted on my first impulse and followed Natalie, the boy, and their friends. They disappeared into the auditorium. I slipped in through the door a few feet behind them and quickly sat down in the back of the auditorium.
They didn’t notice me.

Question: If a first impulse isn’t a crime, why do I feel so guilty?

Notes from the Back of an Auditorium:
It’s very dark back here; only the stage is lit up. I can barely see enough to write in my journal. Too bad I don’t have a glow-in-the dark purple pen! Or one with an attached miniature penlight.
They’ve all gone to the orchestra pit and started warming up their instruments.

Questions:
1. Is this the jazz band rehersal?
2. Then Natalie did make it after all?
(Is that a question, or an answer?)
3. Why didn’t she mention it?

Natalie has taken out her clarinet. He is blowing into a saxophone. Other kids have drums, flutes, and trombones. They’re all playing at once, but not together. It sounds like a musical Tower of Babel.
Uh-oh! He just looked in my direction. I slid way down in my seat. Thank goodness it’s dark back here.
He better not guess that I’ve followed him. Otherwise I will die.
A man just arrived. He is wearing a sweater and blue jeans. His hair is long, white, and in a ponytail. He has a foreign accent. He doesn’t look or sound ANYTHING like a teacher. He must be the famous musician who is directing the ensemble. He’s just announced that the first Jazz Tones band rehearsal will begin in five minutes.
“And will someone please turn on the lights?” he said.

Light is flooding the auditorium. I’m trying to make myself invisible.

Questions:
1. Why is light so BRIGHT
2. How will I be able to leave without anyone noticing me?
3. What will I say when they ask why I’m here?

I only wanted to stay for a few minutes. I only wanted to see what he and Natalie were doing. I only wanted to know if they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Now I’m stuck here!
If I get up and leave, they’ll ALL see me now.

HELP! I’M TRAPPED IN A MIDDLE-SCHOOL AUDITORIUM!