There is an eerie feeling in the air as we warm up.
Nobody understands why.
But something's feels...off.
We are in the middle of a song when the back doors slam open.
My heart falls into the pits of my stomach.
"Hello previous cast members."
The room is silent as Jon stalks in, slamming the door.
I slide behind Lin, shaking slightly.
He steps forward, protectively.
"Why are you here, Jon? You aren't allowed here."
He shrugs.
"I'm not in prison so that's cool."
Why?
"Why?"
Someone in the choir line asks.
He laughs, sending chills down my spine.
"Because there wasn't any proof. Just a scared little girl and a pregnant blonde chick testifying against an older guy."
There is proof.
On my face.
And my shoulder.
And my thigh.
"Well you still almost broke into my apartment!"
I bite my lip, not meaning to speak.
"Well that can be cleared up with a bit of money."
He smirks at me.
Everyone tenses up.
"Get out of my theater."
Lin hisses at Jon.
"I just came to get my stuff. I'm allowed by law to do that when I'm fired."
He laughs and walks backstage.
Alex watched him carefully as he passes the prop room.
I grip the end of my shirt, twisting it.
As Jon walks onto the stage, everyone flinches.
He winks at me.
"You can't keep him in another country forever."
He takes a few steps off the stage.
"Don't forget our deal, Charlotte."
My blood runs cold.
He leaves.
We are silent.
Some shake with rage, some with pity, some with fear like me.
"Come on. Let's not let that bother us."
I announce.
Everyone shoots me a look and shrugs, continuing tensely.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
