A/N: What you must think of me! Total neglect… Sigh. I've finished NaNoWriMo (yay!) and can now spend time on all the fanfictions that I've neglected dreadfully. But I'm planning on tweaking it a bit and turning it into a fanfiction to post on here once I'm done. And I might as well do comments now…
Adel Landman: I ponder this too… Ummm… Let's pretend they are actually really obsessed with that kind of thing. Or, you know, wait until I edit the story. :D
Daughters: Revisions are necessary. It's almost like my Nano novel- I write it down, then think about it later.
Jelly: I think he just wanted to get out of there. I certainly would.
Lizzie woke up in her bed at the hotel, wondering why it was so bright. The light streaming through the window was harsh on her eyes. She looked around. Where was Jane?
"Hey, Lizzy," said Jane, walking in with a sunny smile on her face.
"What time is it?" asked Lizzy, "And where's Lydia?"
"Lydia's in her room, and it's twelve noon," said Jane, "I brought you some lunch."
"Thanks," said Lizzie, sitting up and stretching a bit before accepting the food*, "Do you know how she got back?"
"Aunt and Uncle Gardiner found her at a hotel," said Jane, picking up her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and putting it carefully away in her bag.
"I guess they found a lead or something," said Lizzie, "Why are you packing up?"
Jane threw a shirt that was hanging on the clothing rack into her suitcase, "We struck the set this morning. We're leaving."
"What?"
"Charlie thought it would be a good idea to leave a bit ahead of schedule to beat the news about Lydia," said Jane, "Hopefully, it won't make it anywhere, but one doesn't know."
"That was a fast change of plans," said Lizzie, "I'll start packing."
Two hours later, Penn Orchestra was all loaded up and on the road. Their next stop was… (A/N: This is where you come in. I have no idea whatsoever as to what to name this place, so you'll need to help me out by suggesting a name…) Lizzie kept checking her phone expectantly, hoping to have something from Darcy- anything. But there weren't any texts, nor were there any calls. Lizzie calmed herself a bit. It was only one day since the fiasco with Lydia. Of course he'd not call yet. But as the hours slipped by, Lizzie began to doubt this more and more. She was associated with a tainted orchestra. Of course he wouldn't want to associate with her!
She leaned back in her chair a bit, closed her eyes, and dozed off into an uneasy sleep.
With the dawn of the next day, they had somehow made it to Texas. Lizzie didn't know the drive was so short, but even though she had had lots of sleep, she felt as tired as if she had stayed up all night.
"We're not helping with set today, right?" she asked Jane groggily.
"You didn't sleep?" asked Jane curiously, "But yes, we're setting today. If you want, I can cover for you. We've got some of the tech guys from the theater to do a lot of the dirty work."
"That's good," yawned Lizzie, "I never knew that sleeping could be so tiring."
A/N: Horrendously short chapter, I know. But if you all comment on what you think the name of the theater should be, I'll get the next chapter up with two thousand words at least, within the next month.
