Fab. [1], La recrue

"Fab gasps. Facing the crowd, in the improv rink, her mouth is open, but no sound comes out. She thinks back to everything that has happened recently: her mothers who separated, the move, her return to high school in a school she did not choose. Nothing works the way she planned! People watch her and wait for her to say something. His heart is beating very loudly in his ears. She, who had never thought of doing improvisation in her life, found herself enrolled in this course� And now, in front of this crowd, she must decide what to do next: freeze or go for it!"--