“Whoa,” I said, making my way up the steps. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know.” Even speaking, his voice was cracking. “It just happened.”
“Ok, take a break. We don’t want to overwork your voice before the show.”
“So, should he just mime, or what?” Sarah asked, standing beside me in a gown that went halfway across the stage.
I almost laughed; she looked so annoyed to be done up in purity and innocence, her piercings and eye makeup removed and a brown wig on her head.
“Just uh…” That one stumped me. We didn’t have an understudy for him. We had originally cast one and then lost him to a Broadway show, and in the chaos, I guess I had never bothered to re-cast. Luckily, Amy was always thinking on her toes.
“You do it, Liam,” she called, standing in the wings.
I smirked. “Oh God, not again.”
“I’ll be better tomorrow, Liam, I promise,” Charlie said, but I could hear the pain in his throat.
I could only pray that he actually took care of himself. I nodded, and sent him off to his dorm, and looked up to the lighting crew.
“Restart from the top of the scene!”
I had seen the show run so many times that I knew every line and movement. But no matter how many times I rehearsed it, I knew I probably wouldn’t be the right choice for the Phantom. I always pictured myself as more of the suave romantic Raoul.
Somehow, we managed to get through the show without too much chaos, despite the fact that I felt like I was half wandering through the stage, taking cues from people’s body language.
By the time we came to the end, I was physically exhausted. Thomas stood up, and the rest of them stood with him, in unison. It was creepy to watch as they moved as one. It was like they could read each other’s thoughts. I knew Shields were in tune with each other, but I didn’t think they were telepathic.
What bothered me the most about it was watching Sarah, standing at the edge of the stage, watching them. She was practically balancing on her tiptoes, and I knew she was longing to find out about this part of her that was brand new. Like me, on my first supernatural transformation, I had longed for the presence of other vampires, wanted to find out everything about them. But I just needed her attention for the rest of the show
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Liam,” Thomas said, his voice oddly quiet and yet echoing through the theater.
“Call time is 6 pm,” I answered, and Thomas nodded, and then they were gone.
“Alright, everyone, that’s a wrap!” I called to the rest of the cast, who giggled a bit at my film terminology.
Amy stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me and I gave in gratefully, placing my hands on her shoulders.
“See, I told you everything would work out,” she said quietly.
I smiled. “Sure, except I’m standing here singing a part I’ve rehearsed maybe once in my life, and if Charlie isn’t better tomorrow, I’m going to kill him myself.”
“But you and I, together on stage again,” she said, squeezing my hand.
A thought crossed my mind and I winced. “This means I might have to kiss Sarah. Dear God, someone find Connor and explain to him about a stage kiss before my life is in danger too.”
Amy let out a soft giggle and reached up to kiss me again, gazing into my eyes. In that moment, I felt like we were the only two people in the world.
“What if I just swept you up right now and ran away?” I whispered in her ear, and I felt her shiver in anticipation of my touch.
“Then we’d have a lot of angry actors,” she finally said, her breath hot on my ear and her lips brushing against my neck.
I was more tempted by that thought than ever before. “Didn’t I teach them that the show must go on, no matter what?”
She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight as the chaos continued around me. “Soon, Liam. One day.”
“One day,” I whispered back, a promise to myself and to her.
The theater began to clear out soon, cast and crew glad to be released.
“Don’t party too hard!” I called after a group of seniors, who laughed and waved as they left.
I had told Connor to let the vampires back into the guest accommodations, and to rejoin us at dusk in the field behind the school, where I had the witch meeting us.
Arianna was a friend of Porsche’s, a rebel, like her, who chose her own path in life. In her 30s, with a small child at home, Arianna sold her powers to support herself and her child. She didn’t differentiate between vampires, werewolves, Shields or ghosts, all creatures paid the same price for the spells they needed. Mostly, it was love potions or voodoo dolls, but sometimes, she was called upon to do real magic, like I was asking her to do. I supposed it was one way to show equality. The only doubt I had in my mind was whether it would be enough.
“If it doesn’t work,” Amy said, as we walked down the hall to get some lunch, “then I don’t know what will. This is everything we’ve got.”
“Is there any way your mother can help?” I asked, playing with our fingers, intertwining.
Amy looked up at me. “I mean, she’ll be there. I don’t know how she can help, aside from watching over us. She can’t really exist outside the theater, even with thirty Shields in there. She seems to be able to get places quickly though. She was following me around the wings, pretending to be my costume mistress.” Amy smiled, a smile that was halfway between sad and happy.
I supposed that would be exactly how I would feel if my ghost mother could rejoin me.
“Perhaps we can ask her if she’s willing to help us communicate? Do you think she’ll agree to that?”
“Sure.” Amy nodded. “She said she’d help us anyway she could.”
“Right.” I squeezed her hand. “Then there’s nothing left to do. Let’s bind Sarah and then… it’ll be curtain time in less than a day.”
“Even with you as the Phantom?” she teased me.
“The show must go on, Amy. Even if the lead is reading from a script,” I replied. “Come on. Let’s talk about something other than the show. Or vampires. Or anything other than you and me.”
She smiled, following me into the office, lunch quickly forgotten.
Chapter 22: Amy
I pulled on a coat, preparing for the night cold. Liam had warned me that the binding spell could take a while, and the last thing I wanted to be was the weak human, freezing cold outside. In order for the spell to work, and Liam to take Sarah’s protection without being affected by her powers, he needed to be in his supernatural form.