"They might hate you sometimes," Rachel said casually as she picked at her salad. "When you push for one more run through or one more rehearsal, they'll get this look like they want to mutiny, but they're too tired to put in the effort."
"I know that feeling," Tina said, smiling fondly. "What do I do then?"
"Ignore it." She stabbed a tomato. "They'll forgive you once they're holding the trophy."
"How do you know I won't go too far?" Tina fidgeted.
Rachel looked up. "Because you care about them. Because this club is your family, just like it's mine."