| PART TWELVE Posted by z.q. on 5/14/2001, 11:46 pm -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ten minutes later I re-entered the green room, I sat down on the couch next to Edward and put my head in my hands. How had I let this go so far? Why was I actually going through with this? "Ms Blake, you're going to ruin your makeup." The annoying make-up girl said. "F*ck off" I snapped. She stared agast at me. "Please forgive ma petite, she is a bit stressed," Jean-Claude said trying to calm the girl as a tear rolled down her cheek. "A BIT stressed? You call this a BIT? I passed a BIT a long time ago. And quit calling me ma petite. I don't want the entire world to know you call me that." The door opened and the stage assistant poked his head in "Places everyone! We're on in 10 minutes." A wave of naussea flowed over me. "I think I'm going to be sick." I groaned as Edward pushed my head between my knees as a leverage for getting up from the couch. Aah true friendship. He paused with his hand on the door "I'll be in the back left corner so I can keep an eye on the room. Break a leg." He left and the door shut behind him. Damien signalled for Jason and Nathaniel to follow him. "We'll be in the front row if you need us." "Thanks," I replied. I looked at the boys, "Well, I wish I could say it's now or never because then I could choose never so let's just get this over with." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART THIRTEEN |