is it love? Mystery Spell- Love and War

Chapter 15: Peru with my Professor(1/2)

The skils fair was today. I had my fashion designs ready to go for this afternoon, I had my dance routine to do with Sarah just before lunch and Peter had apparently been roped into performing in front of everyone on the piano by Dorothy. I'm glad he's showing the world how talented he is, but why does it have to be because of some pretty, doll-faced lolita batting her eyelashes at him? Why do I even care? It's his life! He'd be performing after Sarah and I, so I decided I'd stay back and watch him play before I had to go tend to my models for my designs. I like hearing Peter play, so it might calm my nerves before my fashion show. To top it all off, as soon as I was done with the skills fair, I had to run home and finish packing for my trip to Peru with Professor Jones.

I was getting ready backstage when I suddenly started to feel sick with nerves. Sarah noticed this and grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye as she said, "You're going to be fine. You look beautiful, you know the steps-everything will be fine," then lowering her voice, "and besides, dancing is a very witchy thing to do. It's in our blood."

I smiled at her, feeling much better at the strength of her words as we walked on stage with the others. The music started and my body moved of its own free will and I found myself smiling at my friend. We moved around the stage to the beat of the music and before I knew it, it was all over. The crowd cheered and applauded as we walked off-stage. I freshened up and waited in the seating area of the amphitheater waiting for Peter to come on stage when Dorothy comes storming up to me looking furious.

"What is your relationship with Peter?" she demanded.

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"Your relationship with Peter," she huffed, "you both live together, so what's your relationship with him? What makes you so special?"

I look at her with disdain and say, "I'm the au pair for his little sister. I live with him to take care of her, and also, my relationship with him is none of your damn business."

She scowls at me, causing deep lines to form on her pretty little face, "I have a right to know because he and I have been spending a lot of time together. I need to know if I have competition for his affection."

I snort and roll my eyes at her and say, "If you want to pursue Peter, be my guest. It's no business of mine who he does and doesn't see, but I wish you luck in actually getting that close to him."

She scowls one last time and skulks away. What a bitch! Peter comes on stage and settles himself down in front of the piano. As soon as he starts playing his composed piece I'm captivated by his music. There's a sad, almost desperate sense of longing to it as if there's something within his reach but he can't grab ahold of it, or it slips through his fingers everytime he touches it. It vibrates through my whole body and I feel lighter because of it. I gaze at him as he plays. He's truly beautiful when he plays. As if sensing my gaze, he opens his eyes and plunges them into mine. Once again I feel that silver cord growing between us. His music changes, it grows more powerful, more desperate and it makes my heart wrench and I struggle to breathe. He keeps looking at me and I swear his eyes darken. His playing speeds up, it's more intense, it has a life of its own now and I feel it consume us both. He finishes his piece and the crowd applauds, but he keeps his gaze fixated on me. I have to get out of here. I'm suffocating.

I run out of the theatre and head straight outside. The cold November air hits my boiling skin and makes me shiver. I breathe in deeply the cold and refreshing air as if I were discovering oxygen for the first time in my life. Once I've calmed down I head towards the cafeteria to grab a sandwich before heading towards the gymnasium where my fashion show will be held. My models are getting ready and Sarah is there to help me with their makeup and to straighten out their outfits. The music starts playing and one by one, the other designer's models move down the runway to bursts of applause from the audience members. By the time mine go down the runway my heart is in my throat. I feel sick when they're greeted by a stunned silence. Are they that bad? I'm done for! I shouldn't have done this. Hot tears started to sting my eyes when all of a sudden the audience roars to life with cheers, whistles, and applause. I look up, not sure if I'm hallucinating or not, but sure enough, it's my models on the runway, wearing my fashion designs.