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Miranda smiled at the audience which was loudly clapping as she had just sang the final notes of the show. The cast joined together for the final bow then the curtain fell.
Quickly she darted away from everyone running back to the dressing room. She yanked her coat off a chair and grabbed her purse. As she was fishing through her purse for her keys there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" she called, impatiently.
The door opened farther and Ethan Craft poked his head through the door. "Miranda," he called softly. "Mr. Escobar is looking for you."
"Do you know what he wants? I'm kinda in a hurry," she replied.
Ethan shrugged. "Dunno, he didn't say."
Sighing, she grabbed her purse then followed Ethan. She would not stay longer, she didn't care what he wanted, she needed to get to the hospital to see Gordo.
"Miranda!" the teacher exclaimed happily as she walked into sight.
She was surprised to see a man in a suit standing beside him and the short principal, Ms. Ungermeyer.
"Mr. Robertson, this is Miranda Sanchez."
"I recognize her from the final number. I must say, you have an amazing voice," the man stated, shaking her hand.
Miranda smiled. "Thank you," she replied softly, wondering where this way going.
"As Mr. Escobar told you, my name is Geoffrey Robertson, I am from the Young Voices Association," he paused as Miranda soaked up the information. Young Voices Association was a very prestigious performing company comprised of young adults like herself. "I would like to offer you a place in our spring program if you are interested."
Miranda laughed slightly in shock. This night was incredibly too much, Gordo was in the hospital and now she was getting a job offer of a lifetime.
"How about you take my card, consider it, and give me a call," Mr. Robertson stated, giving her the small card.
She held the card and stared at him in disbelief. "Are you a friend of Mr. Escobar?" she asked curiously.
"No, as a matter of fact, I just met him tonight," Mr. Escobar replied.
"I was asked to come here on the recommendation of Mr. David Gordon," Mr. Robertson replied.
Miranda felt her breath quickly escape her throat. Gordo's insistence suddenly made sense. The promise, the encouragement, the excitement, the assurance that she would be prepared to sing.
Taking deep short breaths, she nodded. "Thank you so much. And now, I have to go."
"But what about the cast part, Ms. Sanchez?"
"Have fun," she replied, quickly. "Thank you again Mr. Robertson, I will call you."
She gave a quick wave then hurried out the back exit.
Her heart was pounding as she hurried out the door. Gordo had to be without a doubt one of the most amazing people she'd ever known.
The drive seemed so long, she was grateful when she parked the car and ran quickly into the hospital.
"Miranda!" Lizzie exclaimed, running over and hugging her.
Mr. and Mrs. Gordon entered the room, his mother smiled when she saw them. "Hello girls."
"How is he?" Miranda asked quickly.
His mother swallowed and blinked quickly. "He's awake. Do you want to go see him?"
Both girls leapt and quickly followed them down the hallway. Miranda felt a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder from Mrs. Gordon as she passed through the door.
The bed was sitting up and his frail body was pressed back into the pillows. He smiled as they came closer. "Hey, Miranda, the show was great."
"Gordo, why didn't you tell me?"
He smiled softly. "So, you talked to Mr. Robinson."
Miranda nodded. "I'm going to call him back later. Gordo, that was so wonderful of you to do." She leaned over and hugged him. He felt so tiny in her arms.
They talked softly for several minutes, then the door opened again. The remaining McGuires, Sanchezs, and even a surprise visitor Kate Sanders filed in.
Gordo smiled weakly as he looked around. "Hi everyone," he breathed softly. "I'm really glad that everyone is here. It's means so much."
Lizzie picked up his hand. "This is the only place we want to be."
The door opened again, this time it was a doctor standing in the doorway.
Gordo stared ahead at him, then glanced quickly around at everyone. "I know you all just got in here, but could I talk to him alone please?"
Curious glances were shot around the room, his parents stepped towards the bed. "David?" his father began.
"Dad, please?"
No one had the heart to argue. Lizzie squeezed his hand quickly before filing out of the room with the others.
Miranda looked at the crowd standing around her.
"You sounded wonderful tonight," Mrs. McGuire stated.
Mrs. Sanchez hugged her daughter. They'd stayed for the show, and left at the same time she did.
"What's going on?" Matt asked.
There were empty shrugs, no one knew.
Miranda stared at the closed door. It was too thick, she couldn't hear what was going on inside. Everyone was tense, the feeling of helplessness was too much. For everyone.
Lizzie grabbed Miranda's arm and pulled her down the hallway towards the only person standing alone.
"Kate, what are you doing here?" Lizzie asked.
She looked up, surprise to be addressed. "I wanted to see how he was doing."
Lizzie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You care?"
Miranda felt the sting of the harsh words. True they hadn't been friends in a long time, but Lizzie was usually nicest one to Kate.
Kate sighed. "I grew up with you guys too."
Before anything else was said, the door opened again and the doctor stepped back out. His expression was emotionless, no one could begin to guess what had been said.
"He'd like everyone to come back in now," he replied, nodding politely. "If you need anything, talk to the nurse at the Nurse's Station."
Miranda took a deep breath and grasped Lizzie's hand. He would tell them what had happened, what had the doctor said?
Miranda smiled at the audience which was loudly clapping as she had just sang the final notes of the show. The cast joined together for the final bow then the curtain fell.
Quickly she darted away from everyone running back to the dressing room. She yanked her coat off a chair and grabbed her purse. As she was fishing through her purse for her keys there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" she called, impatiently.
The door opened farther and Ethan Craft poked his head through the door. "Miranda," he called softly. "Mr. Escobar is looking for you."
"Do you know what he wants? I'm kinda in a hurry," she replied.
Ethan shrugged. "Dunno, he didn't say."
Sighing, she grabbed her purse then followed Ethan. She would not stay longer, she didn't care what he wanted, she needed to get to the hospital to see Gordo.
"Miranda!" the teacher exclaimed happily as she walked into sight.
She was surprised to see a man in a suit standing beside him and the short principal, Ms. Ungermeyer.
"Mr. Robertson, this is Miranda Sanchez."
"I recognize her from the final number. I must say, you have an amazing voice," the man stated, shaking her hand.
Miranda smiled. "Thank you," she replied softly, wondering where this way going.
"As Mr. Escobar told you, my name is Geoffrey Robertson, I am from the Young Voices Association," he paused as Miranda soaked up the information. Young Voices Association was a very prestigious performing company comprised of young adults like herself. "I would like to offer you a place in our spring program if you are interested."
Miranda laughed slightly in shock. This night was incredibly too much, Gordo was in the hospital and now she was getting a job offer of a lifetime.
"How about you take my card, consider it, and give me a call," Mr. Robertson stated, giving her the small card.
She held the card and stared at him in disbelief. "Are you a friend of Mr. Escobar?" she asked curiously.
"No, as a matter of fact, I just met him tonight," Mr. Escobar replied.
"I was asked to come here on the recommendation of Mr. David Gordon," Mr. Robertson replied.
Miranda felt her breath quickly escape her throat. Gordo's insistence suddenly made sense. The promise, the encouragement, the excitement, the assurance that she would be prepared to sing.
Taking deep short breaths, she nodded. "Thank you so much. And now, I have to go."
"But what about the cast part, Ms. Sanchez?"
"Have fun," she replied, quickly. "Thank you again Mr. Robertson, I will call you."
She gave a quick wave then hurried out the back exit.
Her heart was pounding as she hurried out the door. Gordo had to be without a doubt one of the most amazing people she'd ever known.
The drive seemed so long, she was grateful when she parked the car and ran quickly into the hospital.
"Miranda!" Lizzie exclaimed, running over and hugging her.
Mr. and Mrs. Gordon entered the room, his mother smiled when she saw them. "Hello girls."
"How is he?" Miranda asked quickly.
His mother swallowed and blinked quickly. "He's awake. Do you want to go see him?"
Both girls leapt and quickly followed them down the hallway. Miranda felt a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder from Mrs. Gordon as she passed through the door.
The bed was sitting up and his frail body was pressed back into the pillows. He smiled as they came closer. "Hey, Miranda, the show was great."
"Gordo, why didn't you tell me?"
He smiled softly. "So, you talked to Mr. Robinson."
Miranda nodded. "I'm going to call him back later. Gordo, that was so wonderful of you to do." She leaned over and hugged him. He felt so tiny in her arms.
They talked softly for several minutes, then the door opened again. The remaining McGuires, Sanchezs, and even a surprise visitor Kate Sanders filed in.
Gordo smiled weakly as he looked around. "Hi everyone," he breathed softly. "I'm really glad that everyone is here. It's means so much."
Lizzie picked up his hand. "This is the only place we want to be."
The door opened again, this time it was a doctor standing in the doorway.
Gordo stared ahead at him, then glanced quickly around at everyone. "I know you all just got in here, but could I talk to him alone please?"
Curious glances were shot around the room, his parents stepped towards the bed. "David?" his father began.
"Dad, please?"
No one had the heart to argue. Lizzie squeezed his hand quickly before filing out of the room with the others.
Miranda looked at the crowd standing around her.
"You sounded wonderful tonight," Mrs. McGuire stated.
Mrs. Sanchez hugged her daughter. They'd stayed for the show, and left at the same time she did.
"What's going on?" Matt asked.
There were empty shrugs, no one knew.
Miranda stared at the closed door. It was too thick, she couldn't hear what was going on inside. Everyone was tense, the feeling of helplessness was too much. For everyone.
Lizzie grabbed Miranda's arm and pulled her down the hallway towards the only person standing alone.
"Kate, what are you doing here?" Lizzie asked.
She looked up, surprise to be addressed. "I wanted to see how he was doing."
Lizzie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You care?"
Miranda felt the sting of the harsh words. True they hadn't been friends in a long time, but Lizzie was usually nicest one to Kate.
Kate sighed. "I grew up with you guys too."
Before anything else was said, the door opened again and the doctor stepped back out. His expression was emotionless, no one could begin to guess what had been said.
"He'd like everyone to come back in now," he replied, nodding politely. "If you need anything, talk to the nurse at the Nurse's Station."
Miranda took a deep breath and grasped Lizzie's hand. He would tell them what had happened, what had the doctor said?