The music swept through the room as the young brunette woman followed the moves that she had memorized over the past two weeks. A lock of hair fell in her face and she concentrated on not reaching up too remove it from her line of vision. She knew this would mess up the dance that she was gracefully completing. This was not a hard task, though, as she had too concentrate on more then one thing at a time on several occasions. Without thinking, she swayed her hips and finished the dance adding a flip off her hair to finally get it removed from her sight. The small woman was startled by the clapping coming from behind her.

"Excellent, madam," she turned to face her French boss as he bowed his head slightly. "You seem to have that down rather well?"

The dance she was doing was for a play, and the brunette woman was Lisa Reisert.

"Why yes, Mousier," she said appealing to his accent. "I have been practicing as not to step on the toes of the dancers next to me." Her smile brightened not only her face, but also the room around her.

"I don't think that anyone would mind if you stepped on their toes," he said before brushing past her to talk to Miss Sanders, the star of the show.

"I told you, you would like it here, didn't I?" Cynthia said as she walked up to Lisa.

"I suppose you did," she ran her hands through her hair before capturing it in a small band at the top of her head. "Now if only room and board were free," she said, this gained a chuckled not only from Cynthia, but some of the set workers whom they did not realize were listening.

"It would seem as though you were popular? Miss Lisa." Her friend teased her for a moment more before Lisa spoke again.

"If I were really popular, I think that I might not be working as one of the back up dancers," she giggled. "But then again you never know, God might have me hear so that I don't get my hopes up and then come crashing down when I stammer."

"Elizabeth Reisert, if anyone deserves to be up there, its you!" Cynthia nearly yelled at this, she opened her mouth to speak again when they were interrupted by Miss Sanders.

"I am through! I have broken three out of ten of my nails practicing this thing for you!" everyone turned to look at the scene unfolding in front of them.

"Please, Madam!"

"You don't even pay me!" With that the woman stormed from the stadium, no one mentioned that she stormed out with the jeans that belonged to theatre.

"Now we don't have any star!" The manager cried as he threw his hands into the air.

"Excuse me, sir," all heads turned to a man who had just walked into the theatre, "I know I am a little late, but do you think you might have work for me?"

"Only if you're really a woman in disguise," the manager said.

"Please, Rod, the part can be played by both a man or a woman." Ron said, everyone turned to look at the janitor who had spoken.

"I suppose that's true, you have the part," Rod said before turning to walk away.

"Don't I need to audition or something?" he asked as he flipped his black hair out of his eyes.

"How does a man audition for the part of a woman?" with that the manager walked from the theatre.

"But I thought-," he turned to speak to the men and women on stage, but this proved to be pointless as everyone scattered from the stage, not caring about their new coworker. Lisa gathered her things and began to walk from the stage when she felt someone catch her arm. "Do I know you?" the new coworker asked looking at her with confusion written in his eyes.

"I think that I would remember someone like you." She turned to walk away again when he spoke to her one more time.

"Lisa, Lisa Reisert?" he called. She turned towards him. "Ian Rickler, do you remember me?" he asked quirking an eyebrow.

"No, should I?" she asked, fear spike into her voice for a moment, "Ian?" her face changed to a look of embarrassment in one instant.

"You do remember me then?" he asked smiling.

"Yeah, Oh my goodness I haven't seen in since high school!" she said wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace. The embrace lasted all of two minutes before they pulled away.

"I'm about to ask you a question that may decide your future," he said suddenly serious, Lisa's smile faded. "Would you please allow me to buy you a sea breeze?"

Lisa laughed, "Sure."

They walked out of the theatre laughing as if they had just shared some sort of inside joke. Neither of them noticing the shadowy figure that stood in booth four. He thought for a moment before he leaned back with his chin in his hand, a crow landed in the window above his seat and watched him. As if realization came to his mind, he smirked. As a matter of fact, the smirk that spread across his lips, caused the crow to fall from the window. Dead.

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