Your Dream For Me by Alison Schaffir

Your Dream For Me by Alison Schaffir

Author:Alison Schaffir [Alison Schaffir]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Level Best Books
Published: 2023-02-16T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter Eleven

The first night of the play has arrived, and I’m looking forward to seeing Mr. Walsh’s vision come together. Now that I’m an usher, I have permission to wait around the theater before the audience gets here. I’m stationed out near the back entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cast before the performance begins. I poke my head in to see if I can spot anyone, particularly Nathaniel or Macie. At first, I can’t find either of them in the group. But then my eyes land on Nathaniel. To my chagrin, I see that Tina is following along closely by his side.

“Nathaniel.” She bats her eyes flirtatiously at him. “I just wanted to let you know that I sure hope you break a leg out there tonight.”

“Oh, thanks, Tina. You too.” Nathaniel says indifferently.

“Speaking of things breaking, I have to take my car in tomorrow. The radiator is leaking.” She shrugs. “Do you think you might be able to help a girl out and give me a ride back home tomorrow night?”

He scratches his head. “Uh, sure, I think that should be fine.”

Tina claps. “Ah, thank you so much. I just don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”

Take an Uber. Ask a friend. Walk.

Sighing, I walk away from the back entrance. That girl would do just about anything for attention, especially when it comes to Nathaniel. I’ve listened to as much as I can handle for now.

With a deep breath, I take up my post at the double doors of the theater. It’s just about time to assume my ushering responsibilities, and I’m excited to greet everyone coming to watch the play. As the minutes pass, I spot early attendees filtering into the foyer. One by one, they make their way to where I’m standing. With a smile, I greet each person, hand over a theater program, and guide them in the direction of their seats.

I continue passing out programs until I spot my parents. They wave as they approach me.

“Honey, look at you!” My mom claps. “Our very own usher. We’re so proud.”

I laugh. “Mom, I’m just handing out programs to people. It’s not rocket science.”

“Still, you’re doing a fantastic job. Let me get a picture.” She scoots back with her camera.

I groan, but I hold up my stack of programs to humor her. Once she captures the shot, she nods in confirmation. “Perfect. We’ll see you later.”

They enter the theater just as the lights in the lobby dim, signaling that the play is about to begin. Glancing left and right, I search for any stragglers. Then I open the door and step inside to watch the play. As I make my way into the darkness, I spot a seat near the aisle a few rows down. The air is abuzz with chatter as I take my seat. Finally, as the curtain rises, conversation around me ceases.

When I look at the stage, I see the set is bare—no props, except for two wooden chairs placed in the center.



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