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He opened the door to the auditorium and led me inside. Once inside, I was shocked. Though I couldn’t see much, I could tell the place was huge. There was a large balcony above our heads, no doubt holding more seats, and there were rows and rows of seats in front of us, stopping about seven feet in front of the largest stage I had ever seen. “Never seen a theater before?” I looked at Ben. He was looking at me.“I mean, I’ve seen theaters before, but they were like, little theaters,” I replied. “I’ve never seen a theater this big!” He laughed.
“So, you have seen a show before, it’s not just a thing against theater.” I scoffed and looked at him.
“Better yet,” I started, “I’ve been in shows.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Really?” he asked, pretending to be shocked. “You?” I stuck my tongue out at him and walked around the theater. “Okay, staying true to my word, let’s find you a better jacket than that piece of paper you’ve got on.” I scoffed.
“I will have you know, this is an authentic S.T.A.R. Labs jacket, and it will not be dissed by you!” I pointed an accusing finger at him. He raised his hands in surrender, then looked towards the stage, a strange look on his face. He looked back at me.
“Come on!” He grabbed my wrist (the one he hadn’t grabbed earlier) and dragged me across the auditorium, into the wings, and onto the stage. I looked out at the seats and was speechless. “Like the view?” I nodded, not looking at him. All of a sudden, I heard an upbeat song start playing. I looked back to see Ben holding his phone, smiling.
“What’re you doing?” I asked. He shrugged.
“Do you dance?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said. “Not unless you count the dances I did in Guys and Dolls, Into the Woods, and show choir.” He smirked and grabbed my hand. “What’re you doing?” He pulled me to the middle of the stage and spun me around.
“Think about how much better the show’ll be if you can already dance to one of the songs,” he said. We danced for a few more minutes until we both got tired and we sat down on the edge of the stage. “So, who did you play in Into the Woods?” I felt my cheeks heat up. “What?”
“I was a tree,” I said quickly. He smiled. “The director wanted some background movement, so for some of the songs, the trees were dancers.” He nodded along as I told the story. “At auditions, she said I looked like a natural dancer, so she cast me as one of the dancers.”
“What about Guys and Dolls?” I smiled at the thought of the play where I had met most of my current friends.
“Me and three of my friends were Hot Box dancers, more commonly referred to as ‘Adelaide’s Slaves’,” I joked. “The first scene of the show was a walk across, and me and my friend Emily had to follow the girl who played Adelaide, Christine, around, and then we came up with the idea for her to get tired and for me and Emily to carry her off!” He laughed. “Luckily, me, Emily, and Christine were friends and it wasn’t awkward because opening night, Emily wasn’t there and I had to carry Christine off by myself!”
“She was sixteen, I was thirteen,” I said. He laughed.
“And how did that end up?” I smiled.
“Luckily for me, she was a foot shorter than me, so it wasn’t too hard, even though I was a limp noodle.” I paused. “I still am a limp noodle, actually.” He smiled, and “Can I Have This Dance” from High School Musical 3 started playing. He stood up and reached his hand out to pull me up. I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me right off the floor. We laughed and danced around more. I don’t know how long we were dancing, but as he grabbed my wrist (the one he had grabbed earlier) to spin me, I pulled my arm back and hissed in pain.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. He went to touch my shoulder, but I flinched away from his hand. “Faith, what is it?”
“This was a bad idea,” I said quickly, looking at the floor.
“What was?”
“All of it,” I said, my breaths quickening. I looked at him. “My brother is the only boy I ever let in.” I sighed. “I’m scared to change that and it be a mistake.” I took a step back. “I . . . I-I have to go.” I ran backstage and out the door and ran into someone. I saw a familiar head of red hair, just like mine.
“Faith?” he said. “What’re you doing here? Why didn’t you come back to the apartment?” I shook my head.
“Later,” I replied. “Just . . . just ask me later.” I ran off down the street before he could say anything.
Sky’s P.O.V.
As I walked in the door, Ben ran up behind me.
“Hey, Sky,” he said.
“Hey, Ben,” I replied. I decided not to let him know about me and Faith. “Who was that?” He sighed, trying to catch his breath.
“Her name’s Andi Faith something. She wouldn’t say,” he replied. “Do you know her?” I shook my head.
“I mean, I recognize her, but I can’t think of from where.” He nodded. “What was she doing here?”
“She was walking down the street, and I stopped her and asked her what she was doing out in the snow this early in the morning,” he told me. “We walked here and I made her come inside to warm up. She was shocked at the size of the stage, so we started dancing. She said something about only letting her brother in and being scared to make the mistake of letting anyone else in. Then, she left.” I nodded and walked to my dressing room to call her and make sure she was okay.
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