Mirror, Mirror (On Hiatus)

Chapter Five

The studio was ready to go and we rushed in with only five minutes to spare--which cut it really close. I wondered what our boss no, it's the mirrors' boss would say about that, but pushed the thought aside. Worrying about that, too, would only make acting natural harder.

Everything went a lot smoother after the first five minutes, and better after the next ten, and before I knew it, half the show was almost over and I was in the swing of things again.

"And Jessie from twitter has made a request for our show tonight, she'd like to hear Uprising by Muse," Dan said clearly into the microphone. Of all the songs to request... "Thanks for listening Jessie, here's your song!" As the song began, I took off my headphones and saw him do the same, as we normally do. It really was just like normal--but we're not home and there's more than just a ton of mirror fangirls tuning in across the world--and I almost forgot for a minute that we weren't in the right universe.

The producers gave me and Dan a confused glance and I looked around to make sure something wasn't out of place. Everything looked normal and as it normally did so I couldn't imagine why they would look at us that way. And it took less than ten seconds after that for me to catch on.

"Dan?" I asked, feeling slightly nervous from the others' gazes. I started to feel warmer and warmer, thinking about how anti-political that song was.

"Hm?" he mumbled absent-mindedly while looking through the twitter feed and the facebook comments.

"Was it a good idea to play that song? And how on earth can it even exist, or Muse itself?" He looked up from the screen for a second, and noticed my worried expression. All I could think about was the lyrics and that album and the things I could recall reading Matt Bellamy saying about governements or politics or conspiracies, and their other songs like Assassin... It made my stomach turn.

"I'll tell you later, it's probably not a good time right now," he replied, ignoring my first question. "The song's going to end soon, anyway." He seemed to try not to look phased by the thought, but that just made me worry worse. The others in the studio motioned for us to get ready to get back on the air, so we put back on the headphones and listened to the final riff.

"That was Uprising requested by Jessie," Dan spoke in a quiet voice. I looked at him nervously while he talked about that night's Dan vs Phil challenge. It was so nerve wrecking, I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying or think right for that matter. Everything was a blur of 'what's going to happen?' and 'did this really happen?' for a while until Dan snapped me out of it during a fan's music video. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked.

Part of me was still stuck in a mental state of panic and part of me was keeping calm for the sake of the viewers. "Yeah," I hummed. "Sorry about that."

He laughed a little while commenting that the shippers would go mad over the way I looked at him. Honestly, though, I really didn't know if I cared. They could fill their blogs with pictures and spam our twitters with insane accusations or comments. It didn't matter too much to me, not really. All I could think of, still, were the looks of the staff gave us and an echoing memory that they hear everything and forget nothing.

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Our boss didn't say anything to us while we were leaving the studio that night, nor did anyone else for that matter. I couldn't stop thinking that it wasn't a good sign, even though I still didn't really know how things worked there. And when was he going to answer my question, anyway? There was still so much that I didn't understand about this place and it was worrying and confusing me. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know if it was a good idea because they could be listening.

"Dan?" I asked after minutes of only hearing the white noise.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't they speak to us when we left? I would've thought they'd fire is or something for that."

"I don't really know," he said in a low voice. "Maybe they don't want to be involved with it."

Silence again.

"What's going to happen to us?"

"I don't know that, either. The best we can probably do at this point is hope it wasn't anything too serious to them. There have to be flukes like this sometimes, right?"

"I wouldn't know," I replied. The gravity of the situation had settled in, though I couldn't think of what it all meant. I only had a vague idea of how things worked, for all I knew, they could come after us on the way home like in a spy movie of some sort. The thought of being taken, though, was not one I liked to linger on.

"Let's just forget about it for now. Worrying wont fix much."

I really hoped if we forgot about it, the problem would go away. If there was a real problem to worry about, that is.

"So anyway, what are we going to do for the next week?" I asked.

"I was thinking we could look for the mirror Dan sometime so we can get out of here. ...Unless you had something else you wanted to do," he laughed.

I wondered how I could've forgot that for a minute, given that was the reason I was there. Maybe it was the stress of that that was making me forget about the big picture. I laughed a bit, too. "No plans, I'm just forgetting some things, that's all."

"Are you alright?" He asked me again.

"Alright as I can be."

"Don't worry, we'll get out of this soon enough. How hard could it be to fix this?"

"Yeah, not a problem." Though our words were spoken aloud without a shaky voice or an uncertain tone, I knew he and I both didn't believe it. Finding someone who wasn't supposed to be heard from again was not going to be easy and we both knew it. And on top of that, we had to be a lot more careful. Maybe the best (and only) thing we could do is stay positive, even with a possibly hopeless situation.

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AN

Oh gosh I suck at updating.

If you're following my story (probably not) I'm sorry I suck at updating, my excuses go for miles about why and shakqkdjqlqo. hopefully I'll update more, sooner in the future. And hopefully have longer chapters. Oh goodness.

Thanks for reading!