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Gordo walked into the auditorium, the house lights were up and the stage was cluttered with students doing various activities. He knew today was going to be work, but first he had to figure out who would be singing "Silent Night." Not only was it a key point of the show, it was late into production, and they needed a costume for the vocalist. Mr. Escobar saw Gordo and walked quickly up to him.
Gordo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Somehow this guy had managed to move from the middle school to now attempt to direct the students at the high school. Not that he had an issue with him, but Gordo honestly believed the guy didn't know what he was doing. That was part of the reason that he'd agreed to help, to salvage the show.
"I've finally found the soloist for 'Silent Night,'" Mr. Escobar announced.
Gordo sighed with relief, finally something good, it was seriously about time.
"Who?"
"Sanchez," the drama director nodded, enthusiastically. "I heard her singing backstage and she sounds great."
"Miranda," Gordo nodded. "Have you told her?"
"No, that's you're job, I'm going to go to shopping for costumes," he replied, flipping his scarf over his shoulder and walked quickly up the isle.
Gordo rolled his eyes again. He quickly waved to some people as he climbed onto the stage and started his search for the Hispanic girl.
"Hey Gordo," a deep voice called.
Annoyed at the delay, he turned around. "Yeah?"
Ethan Craft stood behind him. "I was thinking, maybe we could get a different colored tree, cause you know, everyone done green, but maybe we could pick red. That'd be cool."
Gordo stared at him. It wasn't possible to comment on that statement. Shaking his head, he walked quickly past him. "I'll think about it," he called. He pushed his way past the clothes racks and finally made his way into the costume room.
His eyes landed on Lizzie, she was talking to Miranda who was sitting down a chest of clothes. Lizzie's arms were crossed, her gaze intent on Miranda. He felt a smile playing on his lips and he regretted interrupting them. He was quickly reminded of last night. One of the pinnacles of his life, and he left. He sighed, watching them, they hadn't noticed him yet. He felt a gnawing sense deepening in the bottom of his stomach. Shaking his head, he tried to push it away, now wasn't the time. "Miranda," he called. "I need to talk to you."
"Yeah?" she stood up, dusting off her pants.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm all right," she stated, looking at his quizzically.
"How's your throat?"
"Okay," she trailed off.
"Do you think it will last through until after the start of Christmas Break?" he smiled.
"Why?"
"Because, it'd better, because if the soloist for 'Silent Night' can't sing, I'm giving up."
"Gordo, I don't have the part yet," Miranda replied.
"Yes you do," he nodded. "I just talked to Mr. Escobar. He heard you singing and decided you were perfect for it."
"I got it!?" she squealed excitedly. Lizzie let out an excited yelp and Gordo quickly made his way out of the room. It was great that the girls were excited, but he didn't want to hear the shrieks right now. They calmed down enough and followed him back out onto the stage.
He walked out onto the stage then told everyone to take their places. "All right, we're going to take it from the top." He nodded, feeling a dull throbbing starting in his head. He pretended to ignore it, cued the music then made his way to his seat. Sitting down, he leaned back in the seat. He listened carefully to the voices as they sang the normal Christmas carols.
"You okay?" Lizzie's voice suddenly whispered very close to his ear.
Jumping slight, he turned quickly towards her and slammed his elbow against the arm rest. Wincing, he grabbed the injured arm, and looked at her. "What?"
"Is your arm okay, and are you okay?" she asked.
Gingerly rubbing his arm, he wrinkled his eyebrows. "I'm fine."
Lizzie nodded, turning her attention back to the stage.
Gordo watched her for a couple of seconds then eased his arm into a position where it was more comfortable. He knew Lizzie deserved an explanation, but he wasn't ready to go into that yet. The play; that was all he was ready to focus on.
His eyes went back up to the stage, but the pounding in his head was becoming more insistent. He leaned his head against one hand, he would ignore it. He picked someone in the choir to focus his attention on.
As he watched his attention was drawn to someone behind the large Christmas tree. It was a stagehand, they moved uneasily, then fell forward. He knew what was happening, but couldn't stop it. "Move!" he commanded to everyone, standing up entirely too quickly.
The room seemed to spin uncontrollably, and he stumbled forward and grabbed the chair in front of him. He heard the crash of the tree falling. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.
Lizzie was at his side in seconds. "Are you okay?"
He pointed ignored her question and looked up at the stage. "Is everyone all right?"
"Everyone's fine," Miranda called back, walking around the crashed decoration. "Unfortunately, the tree is not."
Gordo fell back into his chair, the spinning with his headache, and now the tree was not a good combination. "What happened?" he yelled.
"I was checking the wiring," Larry Tudgeman called, stepping forward. "A wire was ensnared around the bottom of the tree, when I attempted to free it, the tree tumbled down."
"Tudge, save it," Gordo stated, sharper than he meant. "Practice is over for today people. I need all the people on props to check on the tree and see about damages."
Members of the choir scattered and Gordo rubbed his face vigorously with his hands. Shaking his head, he hoped that he would rattle the dizziness away, but that wasn't going for him either.
He glanced over at Lizzie, who was staring at him. "What?" he asked softly.
"What happened?"
"The tree fell," he stated, slowly, if she didn't realize that, maybe he should rethink how he felt about her.
"That's not what I mean, Gordo."
"What do you mean?" he asked. This was something he would never understand, a girl would start a statement, then not finish. He'd have to practically beat it out of her or Miranda.
"When the tree started to fall, and you jumped up," she didn't finish, but stared directly at him. Her own way of letting him know that he wasn't getting out of this question.
"I just got up too quick. You know that rush you get if you hang upside down or something? That's like what it was," he explained. He watched her face, then shook his head. "I'm completely fine."
He walked around her then glanced over his shoulder. "Let check out the damage to the tree." He made his way up the stairs, and leaned against the wall as he looked at the tree. "What's it going to take to fix it Tudge?"
Larry inspected the tree, then turned around. "A few broken ornaments, couple of light, luckily it was an artificial tree so should fix right up."
Gordo nodded. "Get started on it now." He rubbed his head. When things like this happen, it wasn't hard to see why his head hurt. "Everyone else, keep practicing, go ahead an go home I'm sure the tree will be easier to fix without you here."
The crowd quickly dispersed and Gordo was standing with Lizzie and Miranda when the estranged Mr. Escobar returned.
Gordo looked quickly up at the teacher. "We had an incident with the tree, Larry is working on fixing it and we're going to go home."
He started quickly up the isle, Lizzie and Miranda silent behind him. He rubbed briefly at his head Things were getting bad, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it in.
Gordo walked into the auditorium, the house lights were up and the stage was cluttered with students doing various activities. He knew today was going to be work, but first he had to figure out who would be singing "Silent Night." Not only was it a key point of the show, it was late into production, and they needed a costume for the vocalist. Mr. Escobar saw Gordo and walked quickly up to him.
Gordo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Somehow this guy had managed to move from the middle school to now attempt to direct the students at the high school. Not that he had an issue with him, but Gordo honestly believed the guy didn't know what he was doing. That was part of the reason that he'd agreed to help, to salvage the show.
"I've finally found the soloist for 'Silent Night,'" Mr. Escobar announced.
Gordo sighed with relief, finally something good, it was seriously about time.
"Who?"
"Sanchez," the drama director nodded, enthusiastically. "I heard her singing backstage and she sounds great."
"Miranda," Gordo nodded. "Have you told her?"
"No, that's you're job, I'm going to go to shopping for costumes," he replied, flipping his scarf over his shoulder and walked quickly up the isle.
Gordo rolled his eyes again. He quickly waved to some people as he climbed onto the stage and started his search for the Hispanic girl.
"Hey Gordo," a deep voice called.
Annoyed at the delay, he turned around. "Yeah?"
Ethan Craft stood behind him. "I was thinking, maybe we could get a different colored tree, cause you know, everyone done green, but maybe we could pick red. That'd be cool."
Gordo stared at him. It wasn't possible to comment on that statement. Shaking his head, he walked quickly past him. "I'll think about it," he called. He pushed his way past the clothes racks and finally made his way into the costume room.
His eyes landed on Lizzie, she was talking to Miranda who was sitting down a chest of clothes. Lizzie's arms were crossed, her gaze intent on Miranda. He felt a smile playing on his lips and he regretted interrupting them. He was quickly reminded of last night. One of the pinnacles of his life, and he left. He sighed, watching them, they hadn't noticed him yet. He felt a gnawing sense deepening in the bottom of his stomach. Shaking his head, he tried to push it away, now wasn't the time. "Miranda," he called. "I need to talk to you."
"Yeah?" she stood up, dusting off her pants.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm all right," she stated, looking at his quizzically.
"How's your throat?"
"Okay," she trailed off.
"Do you think it will last through until after the start of Christmas Break?" he smiled.
"Why?"
"Because, it'd better, because if the soloist for 'Silent Night' can't sing, I'm giving up."
"Gordo, I don't have the part yet," Miranda replied.
"Yes you do," he nodded. "I just talked to Mr. Escobar. He heard you singing and decided you were perfect for it."
"I got it!?" she squealed excitedly. Lizzie let out an excited yelp and Gordo quickly made his way out of the room. It was great that the girls were excited, but he didn't want to hear the shrieks right now. They calmed down enough and followed him back out onto the stage.
He walked out onto the stage then told everyone to take their places. "All right, we're going to take it from the top." He nodded, feeling a dull throbbing starting in his head. He pretended to ignore it, cued the music then made his way to his seat. Sitting down, he leaned back in the seat. He listened carefully to the voices as they sang the normal Christmas carols.
"You okay?" Lizzie's voice suddenly whispered very close to his ear.
Jumping slight, he turned quickly towards her and slammed his elbow against the arm rest. Wincing, he grabbed the injured arm, and looked at her. "What?"
"Is your arm okay, and are you okay?" she asked.
Gingerly rubbing his arm, he wrinkled his eyebrows. "I'm fine."
Lizzie nodded, turning her attention back to the stage.
Gordo watched her for a couple of seconds then eased his arm into a position where it was more comfortable. He knew Lizzie deserved an explanation, but he wasn't ready to go into that yet. The play; that was all he was ready to focus on.
His eyes went back up to the stage, but the pounding in his head was becoming more insistent. He leaned his head against one hand, he would ignore it. He picked someone in the choir to focus his attention on.
As he watched his attention was drawn to someone behind the large Christmas tree. It was a stagehand, they moved uneasily, then fell forward. He knew what was happening, but couldn't stop it. "Move!" he commanded to everyone, standing up entirely too quickly.
The room seemed to spin uncontrollably, and he stumbled forward and grabbed the chair in front of him. He heard the crash of the tree falling. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.
Lizzie was at his side in seconds. "Are you okay?"
He pointed ignored her question and looked up at the stage. "Is everyone all right?"
"Everyone's fine," Miranda called back, walking around the crashed decoration. "Unfortunately, the tree is not."
Gordo fell back into his chair, the spinning with his headache, and now the tree was not a good combination. "What happened?" he yelled.
"I was checking the wiring," Larry Tudgeman called, stepping forward. "A wire was ensnared around the bottom of the tree, when I attempted to free it, the tree tumbled down."
"Tudge, save it," Gordo stated, sharper than he meant. "Practice is over for today people. I need all the people on props to check on the tree and see about damages."
Members of the choir scattered and Gordo rubbed his face vigorously with his hands. Shaking his head, he hoped that he would rattle the dizziness away, but that wasn't going for him either.
He glanced over at Lizzie, who was staring at him. "What?" he asked softly.
"What happened?"
"The tree fell," he stated, slowly, if she didn't realize that, maybe he should rethink how he felt about her.
"That's not what I mean, Gordo."
"What do you mean?" he asked. This was something he would never understand, a girl would start a statement, then not finish. He'd have to practically beat it out of her or Miranda.
"When the tree started to fall, and you jumped up," she didn't finish, but stared directly at him. Her own way of letting him know that he wasn't getting out of this question.
"I just got up too quick. You know that rush you get if you hang upside down or something? That's like what it was," he explained. He watched her face, then shook his head. "I'm completely fine."
He walked around her then glanced over his shoulder. "Let check out the damage to the tree." He made his way up the stairs, and leaned against the wall as he looked at the tree. "What's it going to take to fix it Tudge?"
Larry inspected the tree, then turned around. "A few broken ornaments, couple of light, luckily it was an artificial tree so should fix right up."
Gordo nodded. "Get started on it now." He rubbed his head. When things like this happen, it wasn't hard to see why his head hurt. "Everyone else, keep practicing, go ahead an go home I'm sure the tree will be easier to fix without you here."
The crowd quickly dispersed and Gordo was standing with Lizzie and Miranda when the estranged Mr. Escobar returned.
Gordo looked quickly up at the teacher. "We had an incident with the tree, Larry is working on fixing it and we're going to go home."
He started quickly up the isle, Lizzie and Miranda silent behind him. He rubbed briefly at his head Things were getting bad, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it in.