A/N: I've gotten a lot of reviews, and I can only reply to a few of them or I'll spend like three hours replying. Well, not that long, but I have a ton of English and Social Studies homework that I have to get to. Blargh. Anyway, if I don't reply you, review again next time and I'll be sure to reply then.
BloodOfEden: I wasn't sure if I should have Sara blurt stuff out, it didn't really seem like something she would do, to me. But I didn't want her keeping it a secret, so...Glad you think it's good!
JoonSanders: I totally understand about life. Even as a lame fanfiction writer who updates daily, I know what it's like to have a life. So you don't have to feel bad about not reviewing. Just make sure you keep reading, k?
Sweet Jorja: I inspired you? WOW! I feel so...inspiring. Thanks for taking the time to review, unlike SOME people who read this story. You know who you are, people...
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Greg watched as the
curtains lifted. He was at stage left and his heart was racing. He was
dressed in old-fashioned turn-of-the-century clothing, carrying a
lantern. Catherine was next to him in a long black robe which hid her
head. She was carrying the heavy sword, which was metal. Greg looked
nervously at the sword, wishing they hadn't written it back into the
script. Instead of taking the sword out, the writers had written out
the scene in which Catherine kills Ichabod Crane. "But they can kill me
and no one will care," Greg thought sarcastically. The stage lights
came on, and he ran onto the stage, lantern swinging wildly from his
hand. Archie cued up some loud footsteps to play from the speakers, and
at their apex, Catherine charged onto the stage, looking menacing.
Greg ran into a small fake briar patch that Warrick and Sara had
erected the previous day, smearing fake blood on his face as he went
through, and coming out looking thouroughly scathed. Behind him,
Catherine had drawn her sword, which was, in truth, dull as a spoon,
but looked real from the audience's point of view.
With a slash, perfectly on cue with the sound effects, Catherine swiped
at Greg's neck, and as he pretended to grasp at the "cut", he burst a
blood pouch with a pin that he held in his right hand. He fell
spectacularly, the blood making him seem as if he'd had a very real
beheading. Greg heard Sara gasp, and he almost smiled.Catching himself,
he fought the urge to blink and held his breath. The stage lights went
out, flooding the auditorium with darkness. The stage crew hurried onto
the stage, changing the set without skipping a beat.
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Gil was on stage, in his place beside Greg's "lifeless" body. He
struggled to drag Greg over to where a few other actors were standing
impatiently. They struck up a brief dialogue, changed scenes, and were
soon on the set of the morgue. Gil was arguing for an autopsy with his
mouth, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. He was thinking
anxiously about the afterparty at Sara's house. She had told him, along
with the rest of the group, about her parents and was celebrating by
allowing them all to meet her foster family. Gil was thinking of the
plain black dress shirt he had bought for the occasion, and what
Catherine would think of it.
Soon enough, Gil was exiting the stage and the crew was dragging yet
another scene, this time of the Van Tassel estate, where he would soon
be acting the part of one who has experienced love at first sight. Gil
knew he wouldn't be acting, had it been a certain other girl playing
the object of his affections. Not acting at all.
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Nick was tying Sara's blindfold on, and he finished just before
the spotlight turned on directly over them. A group of their peers,
playing children, were sitting in a circle around them. Nick took
Sara's hands, and they whirled joyously among the children. One of the
girls had leg Gil over, and now Sara was pulling her hands out of
Nick's protecting grasp, and placing them unceremoniously in Gil's
nervously shaking ones. Nick said his lines, paying little attention to
what was coming out of his mouth, his eyes trained on the back of
Sara's head. He felt a pang of real jealousy when Gil lifted the
blindfold off her face, and the sappy, lovesick look came over his
features.
Nick wished he could look at Sara with those eyes, stare deep into her
soul and hold her hands so caringly. "Wait." Nick stopped himself from
thinking of what would happen next. "I always liked her, but it was
never this intense." He dismissed it as a heat-of-the-moment kind of
thought, and tried to concentrate on his lines. It seemed that the
lights could not turn out soon enough for Nick, and he hurried off the
stage with Sara at his heels.
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Sara remembered, in the practices after school, deciding just
how to do the kissing scenes with Gil. They had decided that they would
kiss right next to each other's mouths, giving the illusion that they
were actually kissing. Now, however, when she was faced with the actual
problem, she felt her muscles stiffen and her legs turn to gel.
Somehow, she managed to make her way over to him on the stage.
She held his face in her hands, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She
shivered slightly as his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. She
might not have minded if it were Nick or Greg, she was much closer to
them, after all. Finally finishing the scene, she and Gil both sighed
with relief. They whispered awkwardly while they walked offstage, both
vehemently denying that they had any feelings for each other. The funny
thing was, both of them were telling the truth.
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At the after-party, Warrick was gazing silently around the room
full of his friends. Jim and Archie were talking animatedly, though
from his place in the back corner, Warrick couldn't hear what they were
saying. He could see Sara, Greg, and Nick making their way over to him,
Sara in the lead and the two boys following like obediant dogs. Soon,
the three boys and Sara had struck up a conversation, all of them
teasing her about the kissing scene with Gil. Sara blushed furiously,
wacking Greg, who was closest to her, with her hand before giving up
and laughing with the rest of them.Further
along the back wall, Catherine and Gil had both joined Archie and Jim,
and they were all illustrating their points with hand gestures and
motions. They were clearly enjoying themselves. Soon, both groups had
merged into one, and they were all having an interesting conversation
regarding the play, each of them pointing out their favorite part. Many
said Sara and Gil's kissing scene, causing both the participants to
blush madly and laugh in an embarrassed sort of way.
Before they knew it, cars were arriving. Parents were coming in to
collect their child, leaving quickly, and leaving the group with one
less person. Soon, only Sara and Nick were left. "Well, Sara, I guess
I'll see you on Monday," Nick said, as his mother's expensive black car
pulled into the driveway. "Okay," Sara said sadly. She didn't want him
to leave, because it seemed to her that once everyone was gone, the
magic of the night would be sucked away and she would be left with
nothing. Nick didn't want to leave, either, but for different reasons
entirely. Giving Sara a quick hug, he hurried out the door, closing it
softly behind him. Feeling the magic disappearing into thin air, she
stood in the middle of a room that had once held the best friends she
had ever had, and Sara began to cry.
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A/N: Oh my god! I did not realize there was a kissing scene until I was
writing this chapter, and I had to completely improvise around it. I
was also writing under the impression that Ichabod dies, which is in
the original play but not the movie. I just went back and wrote in that
they changed the script, so I'm sorry if this isn't my best piece. I
have a couple of others that are better coming up. Anyway, if you
review, I will post tomorrow!
Hugs and kisses,
Maddy
