Isabella Vaughn

Chapter 9

“I’m sure it’s nothing to stress over. We have a mission to work on, first.” He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. I nodded a little and frowned, not forgetting about the possibility of my grandfather being alive after all. As we rode the subway to the theater we were suppose to go to, I looked out the window and let my thoughts wander around.

My mom called our portable walkie talkies and said everything was in place now, since they had a head start. I told them we were almost at the theater now and that we’d start as soon as possible. Once we got off the subway and walked a little ways, Jensen and I arrived at a tall theater like building. Big letters of the theater and the name of the plays right under it. The Boston Opera House in Boston, Massachusetts. Fortunately the gates were open, so we just walked in and looked around at the stage area. The room was huge. Plenty of chairs and a big stage with silk looking curtains that probably weighed more than a few pounds.

My jaw dropped as I just stared around the room. Jensen chuckled. “This place is huge. We’re going to have quite the audience tonight, huh?” I nodded slowly, imagining all the seats being filled, of course they were dressed though. We went backstage next and found a green room as well, make that ten huge green rooms. They all had a mirror on the back wall, a small couch and a few tables as well. Along with painted walls, the shade of a light brown.

There were lightbulbs on the tops of the mirror too. The whole room looked professional. I spun around in a chair in front of the mirror and smiled as Jensen laughed at my whimsical personality. I suddenly stopped when I saw a weird design on the wall behind me. I got up and peeled off the wallpaper a little, Jensen watching me curiously.