Our Heart - The Greatest Showman {Book 2 of "One Heart"}

Chapter 40

Phillip's Pov 

People lined up outside, peering over each others shoulders for a chance to glimpse the lights before the show began. Typically, I would be the one who was at the door already talking to tonight's audience members. Trying to see who was new and who was returning once again.  But I was rather paying more attention to the falling sun over the City. 

I've heard people describe a sunset as a perfect conclusion. That the silky, smooth collusion of sky burst reds and yellows ease into the calm of night. Lizzy's books tend to describe a sunset as the sigh of a late summer day and the dawn of a restful winter evening.  But for me the fading colours of warmth rather depicting something cold and chilling, The end of one day. Meaning only 48 remained between now and what I can only assume to be war. 

I don't think we have even had a second to speak about what options we have, I have a feeling that might be what Lizzy wants to talk about but it's just too hard to try and talk hear with everyone having an opinion about everything around us.  I mean we...I have 48 hours to figure out what they, Jenny Lind and Lilla as well as that women who was in the carriage, are planning. For all I know the protesters who were out front were apart of this whole ruse to draw us out. 

Once the sun hides its self away, I duck behind the fabric to find everyone fussing around back stage. Finalising the routines and grabbing any gear that they required. I can just see the slightest bounce of Lizzy's curls as she ducks around the corner. I don't run but I pick up the pace of walking in attempts to catch up with her . I poke my head around the corner to watch her work as she winds a piece of rope around a base beg, creating a sort of loop but rather than having a hoop of rope there was a platform of wood that was connected with the rope. 

"And what seems to be happening hear?" I ask, pulling out of the light of the corner and enetering the dark stage. 

"Nothing." Lizzy quickly says before she turns around. "Oh it,s you." She continues with a smile. "Well, Wick and I have built a pulley system, like what we use for the sandbags, for Anne to get up onto the platform." 

"Lizzy was the one who designed it." Wick tells me as he climbs down the final few rungs of the ladder.  

I examine the pulley that they made and I can't believe it, it will change the way the circus works. No more ladders but rather a lift up to platforms for quick changes and all. And it comes as no surprise that Lizzy was the one who made it. 

"Also, "Wick began again. "Anne mentioned to me that your sister has an injury similar to her own. If she was interested I could make her a brace like Anne's?" 

I turn away slightly as I recall the memory. Not one of my favourites. But it causes me to realize something else. Hannah knows Lilla . Well kind of. Hannah might know something that' going on. Might. It is worth a shot. I turn to tell Lizzy but before I could even murmur a single syllable, the audience falls silence and the cue of the music begins. My cue. Lizzy gives me a confused kind of look but I mouth the word later to her before running out to the music to begin tonight's show. With the slightest bit of relief, Knowing that we may have a chance.