Linda's fingers twitched. "What?" she whispered under her breath.
"Do you want her to excel again? Or do you want George to finally see who truly deserves him? Move. Now."
She hesitated, but then stood, pretending to adjust her shoe before slowly walking down toward the front, where the view was clearer. Security did not stop her, students often moved closer to watch major performances.
From her bag, she subtly pulled out a small handful of shiny stage confetti pellets she had picked up earlier, tiny and harmless looking, barely visible when thrown under the bright lights.
"Just a little distraction," she muttered.
Then, as Nnenna spun across the stage in a dazzling mid turn, Linda's hand flicked, scattering the tiny beads across a narrow section of the stage floor near the front edge. No one noticed.
But Nnenna did, or rather, her body did.
