Doctor Strange: The Eternal Flame *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 11

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Author's Note: 

Hey, everyone! Thank you so much for 200 reads! I know, that's actually pretty redundant but this story went from only 60 reads to 200! To me that's a huge jump and it couldn't have happened without you! Hoping for another 200 but only time well tell. If you like this story, tell me! Your comments and questions keep me writing faster and faster. 

We're getting closer and closer to the climax. I really hope you all enjoy what's to come. Tell me in the comments what you thought about this chapter and what you predict will happen...because some crap's about to go down. And not everyone will make it out alive. Nah, I'm just kidding! 

...or am I?

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Practices started the following day and Samrah was more nervous than excited. She was fumbling with the script in her fingers.

They were doing the first scene, they called it blocking. It was when they were all on stage with their scripts and reading them out loud. This where the actors learned where to stand, how to enter, and how to exit. Samrah was up soon and she watched Peter and Michelle from afar. Oh, and Random Boy 7 Ned Leeds. She chuckled as she watched him walk up with a pout on his lips.

"Stop pouting, Random Boy 7 Ned Leeds!" The director, Mr. Simons, teased, he had given everyone a nickname so far. "You're supposed to be happy. You're walking into a lunch room to see all of your friends."

"But...it's not as exciting without actual food...and a table." Ned sighed.

The whole stage erupted into laughter.

"That's the point of acting, Ned!" Mr. Simons said, spreading his arms wide with a large smile on his face. "You pretend and you create. There may not be table or chairs..." His smirk widened. "Or food."

Chuckles danced across the stage. Peter laughed loudly, his face in the purest smile Samrah had ever seen. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the twinkle in his eyes, the bounce in his step. Seeing him so lighthearted and happy just sent her heart into a flutter. Samrah clutched her paper to her chest as she watched Peter. His smile never faded, it was like he was glowing from the inside out. She was captivated, mesmerized by the beauty of his laughter. Why was she so captured by him?

"Samrah? Samrah With No Last Name!"

Samrah's attention was jerked away from Peter.

"Y-yes?" She asked sweetly, peeking her head from behind the curtain.

"You're up, darling, I need my Sandy out here introducing herself with Patty." Mr. Simons gestured for Samrah to walk out. "Stop daydreaming about our Danny, here, and get your rear in gear. 'Cmon, don't be shy."

You have no idea... Samrah thought, blushing a bright red as she walked from behind the curtains. Her face was being covered by the script as she took her place beside Gwendolyn Smith who played Patty in Grease. Once she was at Gwendolyn's side, she pulled her script down quickly and mumbled her lines. Catching a quick glance at Michelle who gave Samrah a studying look before smiling sweetly at her.

Samrah froze. What was that for?

"No, no, no, Samrah With No Last Name!"

"Huh?" Samrah asked, confused.

Mr. Simons got up from his chair and stepped up onto the stage, his fluffy black hair bouncing as he did so. Samrah thought it looked like a poodle had laid down on his head and decided to take a nap. His hazel eyes never stopped gleaming, Mr. Simons seemed like a very happy person. She wondered what made him so happy...