Comatose

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of people running and hurrying around outside the bedroom. I yawned and stretched my body out like a cat before sitting up and pulling the blanket off of me and hopping off the bed. I went to the dresser and mirror and picked up the brush. I blew off the dust and shook it a bit. I pulled the brush through my hair untangling the curly mess and then tying it up with my hair tie. Looking down at my clothes I saw they were a bit ruffled and then patted them down shaking off the fall off from the brush. I slipped into my shoes and then made my way to the door. I listened outside to until the noise died down a bit and quietly opened my door and stepped out. I creped around the corner and peaked my head to see around it and nearly had my head taken off by a girl rushing past.

"Sorry!" the girl yelled behind herself at me and kept on her way. I frowned and shook my head then walked around the corner. Everyone stared at me as I made my way down the hallway.

"What are they staring at?" I asked out loud to myself tilting my head down cast. I found my way toward the stage and sat in one of the chairs to the side as to not be seen and looked to the stage. The ballet dancers came out and were chatting in hushed whispers and the stage men were working to make sure the sets were done and placed. What show is this? By the looks it must be Hannibal, the sets look like the movies and the plays.

"Attention girls" a woman spoke out. She was facing the girls so I could not see her face but she must have been their instructor because the cane she was carrying looked like the one Madame Giry holds. The woman pulled her stick up and then brought it back down with a hard slam. Every one of the girls hushed quite and got into a row formation, their backs straight and their heads level.

"There has been an announcement. The woman who was going to play the leading lady is extremely ill and we need someone to fill the roll. Every one of you is going to be tested on how well you can sing the parts and how fast you can memorize the songs and the play itself. We do not have enough time to find a professional singer so we have to use one of you. I wish we did not have to but we will need to revise the dance scene for the missing role." All the girls groaned.

"SILENCE" The woman called out harshly, "I know this is a bit of a setback but we have to make do with the time we have-"

"Who is that?" A ballet girl abruptly pointed her finger at me and scrunched her nose. I froze in my seat, shock radiating over my body. Does she mean me? I gestured to myself

"Me?" I mouthed and she nodded. The woman upfront slowly turned around to look at the row of seats, scanning till her eyes found mine. I shrunk in my chair trying to get out of eye sight when it hit me. THAT IS MEG GIRY! I shot up like a rocket in my seat staring intensely at her not believing my eyes. Another giant realization hit me. I AM IN THE PAST! I felt stupid not coming to the conclusion earlier. She walked down the stage toward the front and stared back at me; with one single finger she motioned me to her. As if being pulled by a rope, I made my way to her and stopped in front of Madame Giry. She glanced at me up and down crinkling her nose here and there.

"What are you wearing?" she asked me. I frowned at her before remembering that this is the time when women wore dresses; not pants. Just play it off Saphira you got this.

"I'm wearing clothes" I told her holding my head higher than before. She let out a laugh and the other girls joined in. She looked at my appearance one more time before scoffing and walking back over to the ballet rats.

"Are you a man?" She asked out of nowhere startling me. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I felt eyes on my back and I whipped around to see who was looking but saw no one.

"Well?" Madame Giry called out impatience clear in her face and eyes. I cleared my throat to speak and opened my mouth wide before a girl interrupted me.