Rehearsal

Part II

They had trussed all members of the orchestra up with robes and sat them down on the ground. Two of the men were watching over them. Each holding a gun in their hands. The others stand in a circle at the other end of the room talking furious about their situation.

Brett felt the ropes cut into his wrists. His hands in his lab folded like he was praying. In fact, he never was very religious but now he felt the urge to ask a higher power for help. But he was too afraid to close his eyes or whisper a prayer. Either way he didn't know any.

Eddy sat next to him. Brett saw him still shaking. All he wanted was to put his arms around him, lead him out of here and never let go of him again. There was just a small gap were between their shoulders. He thought about leaning over to his friend for comfort, but his fear of possible consequences was stronger. So, he stayed in his position like a statue. His head hanging down and his sight fixed to the ground. Just a single tear rolled down his face and fell onto his hands.

Eddy's hands and shoulders didn't stop shaking. He hated it. An urge told him to be strong for Brett. He felt sick to his stomach that his friend had to put himself in danger by pick up the phones because he hadn't been strong enough to do so. He just had turned into stone in that moment.

Watching his friend get beating up had nearly made him scream. The hopelessness had taken over his heart, had made his legs stand up and his eyes wet. But his words had been taken away by the gun pointing at him.

Eddy shook his head to get the pictures out of his mind. He noticed another tear falling from Brett's chin onto his hands. If he could just comfort him in any way. He looked around for their two guards. They seemed occupied trying to understand what the rest of their group where deciding in these moments.

Eddy took a deep breath and slid a bit towards Brett. Just enough so their shoulders touch. He heard a trembled breath from Brett and saw more tears. He would have given anything to just place Brett's face into his hands, wipe these tears away and tell him that everything was going to be fine. He was here now. He would not turn into stone again. He would try to get him out.

Quite whispers went through the members of the orchestra. Eddy spot how one had been able to lose his trammels and was about to free the musicians around him. A spark of hope rose in Eddy's heart. But at the same time his fear exploded. We can't leave unnoticed. Eddy thought. If we all just run towards the doors, we may have a change. But what if we are not quick enough? What would the kidnapper do to the people getting caught? Wouldn't it be saver to just hold still and wait for the police. Somebody must notice their situation eventually, right?

But the other musicians seemed to not share Eddy's thought. Their actions were driven out of fear. To get out no matter how were the only though they could hold. Eddy turned his head to see if their guards were still distracted and was relieved to see it was true. He quickly took Brett hands and draw his attention towards the events happening.

Eddy's hand felt strange on his. His friend pointed in the direction in front of them, but Brett didn't follow. His head was still fulfilled with thoughts of their shoulders touching each other and Eddy's grip on his hands. The touch had made him shiver. But in a good way. His heart was over swept by anxiety, but he also felt a warmth from Eddy's present.

When he finally understood what was going on, things happened too fast. The first person got up and started to run. Their kidnappers noticed her immediately "Stop!", the leader scream, but the young musician just kept running. In a split of a moment she was out of the doors. Others had already getting up and moving. Brett still sat on the ground when he felt that Eddy dragged him upwards. Their hands were still tied but he managed to stumble onto his feet. The kidnappers were running towards the main doors, but there was another exit the musicians were heading towards now. Brett shoved his friend in the direction. His heart racing. Actually, the first musicians in front of them already exited the doors. But Brett didn't make it far. A strong hand took him by his shoulders, dragged him around and tossed him to the floor. From behind Brett saw the man pulling out his gun and firing it.