The Monsters of Music by Rebecca F Kenney

Author:Rebecca F Kenney [Kenney, Rebecca F]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

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I Put a Spell on You

Eddie Carver hadn't heard from the poltergeist in days. And if he never heard from him again, it would be too soon.

He flinched every time he got a text. He eyed the corners of his dressing room suspiciously and kissed his protective amulet religiously every morning. And he refused to touch any food or drink that he didn't obtain himself, take directly from the caterer's warmers, or procure through Mel. That girl might be sulky, but at least she was reliable. He wished she would smile more, though, and move that hair out of her face. It would make her nicer to look at.

He was relaxing in his dressing room after a brief video shoot for the upcoming episode, when his phone buzzed. He repressed his unease and scooped it up, only to straighten and suck in a breath when he saw that number—the one for the poltergeist. The one he'd considered blocking, but hadn't, out of fear that the Thing might make contact in some other more obvious or terrifying way.

Holding his breath, he read the text.

"Tell Archambeau to host a party for the contestants and crew. Two nights from now, on the day before next episode is filmed. In the auditorium basement. Dating allowed for all. Do not take no for an answer. —R. P."

Tell Archambeau? Tell him? As if he, Eddie, were Archambeau's boss? He snorted derisively.

Another text. "You laugh? I think you may not be taking this seriously, Eddie. Do I need to remind you who you really work for?"

Quickly he texted back, "No! I'll tell him, but I don't think he will listen."

"I have arranged it so that he will. If you do your part, this may be our last interchange. —R.P."

Eddie desperately wanted to be rid of this R. P. character, human or ghost or whatever it was. He lunged out of his chair and headed straight for Archambeau's office.

Catherine was storming out of the office as Eddie approached, her chest heaving as if it might burst out of her tight dress, her cheeks cherry-red. "This job isn't worth it!" she spat, toward Eddie, but at no one in particular. "It just isn't worth it!"

Raising his eyebrows, Eddie ventured into Archambeau's office. Archambeau himself looked unusually flustered. His dark, graying hair was rumpled, his landline phone and cellphone were both ringing, and he was stacking papers with manic vigor.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Carver," he said shortly. "I'll be with you in a moment." He picked up the landline and the cellphone at the same time. "Hello? Hold please. Hello? No, I don't know why there weren't any gluten-free options at lunch. The caterers are supposed to—all right. All right, settle down. No, the cleaning crew is responsible for that. Excuse me, could you hold?" He switched to the other phone. "The lighting rig is what? Well, call someone in to fix it. We're shooting in a few days. Yes, I know your people are already working overtime. Yes, we're all tired.

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