Epic Escape by Emily Evans

Author:Emily Evans [Evans, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781477448250
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2012-03-23T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

THEATRE

The tunnel was dark and full of celebrating teens one moment, then quiet and darker the next. Lights blinked and Megan found herself in a black room with black walls surrounded by cables--the backstage of a large performing arts venue. White walls and white floors meant psychiatric lockup. What did black walls and black floors say about theatre people?

Chase and Riley examined the cables, rather, Chase watched as Riley tried to climb one of them, and Veronica pulled Megan aside. “I’m not wearing glitter, am I?”

“Yeah, those were good times,” Megan said, glad they wore their own clothes again. Veronica didn’t laugh, and she seemed tense, as tense as when they had first seen the cabin. “What’s wrong?”

“I was reading the clues when the pyramid fell, and I don’t know where the tickets went.”

Her heart thudded, she stifled a gasp and glanced at the guys to make sure they hadn’t heard. “Both tickets? You lost both tickets?”

Veronica nodded.

OMG. Megan checked again to make sure no one was looking. “Don’t tell the guys.”

Veronica nodded harder in agreement.

A thin man dressed in black from head to toe scurried around them, adjusting equipment at the orders of a commanding woman. The woman rose from a folding chair that read director and shoved scripts at Veronica and Riley.

“Despair. Why must you cause me despair? Learn your lines! If you go out there and forget in front of thousands, I will be so embarrassed.”

Veronica’s eyes got big. Riley quirked one eyebrow.

The Director turned to Megan and thrust a gown at her. “And you, tighten down those threads. If she--” The Director jabbed a finger at Veronica, “has a wardrobe malfunction, I will be so embarrassed.” Veronica covered her chest with her hands.

The Director said, “My soul, my soul for a cappuccino, no cappuccino, no Director. Do you people understand? No cappuccino, no Director. I cannot quench my thirst with despair alone.”

Chase tapped on the shoulder of the skinny stagehand. “Excuse me.”

The stagehand straightened and arched an eyebrow. “Well hello handsome, whatever you desire, you have only to ask.”

“Yeah, can you show us to the dressing rooms?” Chase asked.

“All of you or just you and me?”

Chase took Megan’s hand. “All of us.”

His fingers felt big, warm, and safe. She wanted to leave her hand there forever.

The stagehand shrugged and pouted, but he led them to a small dressing room. Chase threw himself along the sofa and patted a spot beside him. She joined him, breathing in the fragrance of the floral arrangements on the counter and the cosmetics under Hollywood lights. An electric feeling ran through her veins, to be so close to Chase. What would he do if she leaned on him, or if she followed that magazine’s advice and started talking about kissing? Did she still smell like apple pie? Megan scooted an inch closer and peered up at Chase, trying to capture his teal gaze.

Chase said, “I think this one’s on Riley and Veronica. Let’s hear it Riley, let me guess, you won’t play?”

Riley slumped against the wall and rubbed his hand across his face.

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