“She is not ready.”
Lily flinched.
I looked at my daughter. Vanessa herself had placed her in the advanced group. Lily had won that solo after auditioning before three teachers. Her music had been edited, her costume fitted, and her name was already printed in the program.
Vanessa lowered her voice, though every person in the lobby could still hear her.
“Lily is stiff. She panics under pressure. And frankly, she’ll ruin my studio’s reputation.”