The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0412
“Maid! Oh, where is my maid!” Bridget called from the center of the ballroom that
was once again our makeshift stage. The real stage was currently being worked
on at the far end of the room. Occasionally the sound of hammers or saws would
cut through our rehearsal.
Bridget said my cue, so I'm forced now to move to the center of the stage.
“My true lover will be here in a moment. Maid, please! You must help me. Keep
watch at the door, and if anyone comes, you must let us know!”
Here came my one line of the entire show. “At once, Mistress.”
We were playing the parts we were born to play, Bridget had said. Thanks a lot.
The script dictated that I moved toward the door but stay on screen, so I moved
toward the edge of where our fake-stage was.
At this point, Nicholas's character was supposed to climb through a window to
see Bridget's character. Since the set was still being worked on, Nicholas just
walked up instead.
“Oh! There he is! My love!" Bridget held open her arms. Her eyes were full of
longing, like they had been separated forever and not just had a lengthy
conversation about something from their childhood not twenty minutes ago
during a break.
I guessed this was why Bridget was out there making millions and winning
awards.
Nicholas, meanwhile, was no trained actor. He stepped to where Bridget had
marked his spot with tape the last time he had messed this up. Then, he
awkwardly shifted to face Bridget.
“Hello, uh... my love,” he said like he was greeting the refrigerator.
Bridget’s smile tightened ever-so-much. It must have been painful, going from
working with professional actors to us amateurs. Though... truly she brought this
on herself. Julian was the second-best actor in the room, but she didn’t want him
as the second-biggest part.
She wanted Nicholas, Honest, steadfast Nicholas, who was so straightforward,
he didn’t know how to lie well enough to act his way out of a wet paper bag.
“My eyes don't deceive me,” Bridget said, coming closer to him. She was a true
professional. If she was in a scene with a bad actor, she just needed to act well
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enough for the both of them. “Oh, my love, I am so glad you are here. Tell me. Do
you bring good news of our engagement?”
Nicholas stared off for a beat too long.
Bridget cleared her throat. “Do you bring good news of our engagement, my
love?”
“Oh! Oh. No. Uh, no, my father... that is... he refused to give his... um, blessing?
To our thing. Engagement.”
At this point, Nicholas was such a bad actor that I was wondering if he was
putting it on, on purpose to get out of doing this. But that couldn’t be. He was too
honest for that.
The scene went on like that for a while. Until it came to the part that I absolutely
dreaded the most: the scene where Nicholas and Bridget were supposed to kiss
goodbye.
Bridget, holding onto Nicholas’s upper arms, closed her eyes and pressed her
face upwards. She pursed her lips.
Nicholas looked down at her with a frown. “We don't have to practice this part.”
“We should,” Bridget said, with her eyes still closed. “So that it will be believable
on the night of the show.”
“We'll be fine,” Nicholas said.
Bridget righted herself. “Oh.” Even with her high standing, she couldn't directly
argue with a prince, at least not when he wasn't indulging her. Bridget cleared
her throat, and then her bright countenance was back as if it had never left. She
bounced back quickly from rejection, I was almost impressed.
Nicholas turned to glance at me. When our eyes met, I saw the whispered
promise in his gaze. You are the one I want.
My heart soared. He didn't want to kiss her unless he absolutely had to. The one
he wanted was me.
I was so lost in Nicholas’s golden eyes, that I nearly missed a second pair also
looking at me.
Bridget looked away the moment I met her gaze. She turned so quickly, I
wondered if I had imagined it.
Either way, blessedly, the scene ended and I was able to return to my friends.
Tiffany was fanning Susie with her script as Susie was nervously reading through
hers for the hundredth time the past ten minutes.
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“One of her scenes is next,” Veronica said.
“There's too many lines,” Susie said. “Why would Bridget think I could do this?”
“Because you can,” Tiffany said. “She sees the potential in you for greatness.”
Maybe that was true. Though the potential Bridget saw in me was to be a maid
so I doubted it was as deep as all that. And I didn’t know if Bridget had more than
one conversation with Susie. Did she even know she suffered from severe social
anxiety?
“Maybe we should talk to Bridget,” I said. “We could switch parts?”
Susie looked at me with pure hope in her eyes. “Do you really think so?” She
clutched my arm so hard, so desperately, that her fingers cut into my skin.
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Susie did not release her death grip as together we approached Bridget. She
was mostly alone, thank goodness, having a drink of water from a drink table set
up for us.
She stopped when she saw us. “Susie? What are you doing over here? You
should be going to the stage.”
Susie made a panicked noise.
I cleared my throat, brining Bridget's attention to me. “Susie and I think it would
be a good idea if we switched roles. See, Susie has -”
“Impossible,” Bridget said quickly. “I assigned each person the role that fits them
best.”
Irritation zipped through me, remembering once more that Bridget had thought
my perfect role was a maid. But that wasn't my purpose here, so I pushed down
the anger. I wanted to help Susie, and I couldn't do that by losing my temper at
Bridget.
Besides, Bridget did seem earnest in this. She probably didn’t even realize what
she was doing when I got the maid role. And she probably did want to help Susie,
like Tiffany did.
What they didn't understand was they were pushing the poor girl into an anxiety
attack.
“We aren't trying to ruin your show,” I said. “But there are certain conditions
that
you don't know about. Susie has stage fright.”
Bridget laughed. “Everyone does. Go on, Susie. Just give this scene one shot,
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okay? You'll see how easy it is, and we won't talk about this again.”
“And if it doesn't go like that?” I said.
Bridget's good mood disappeared with a sigh. “Then we can talk again. But try
first.”
Susie, who had been quiet until now, looked at me.
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Nathan hushed the room.
Susie, pale as a ghost, opened her script with shaky hands.
“You can start now,” Nathan said.
Susie opened her mouth.
And promptly fainted.