A/N: Hi my sweet readers! :D Here's the sequel to my last chapter. Also, I have answers to your reviews
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A few hundred people watching my every move wasn't my idea of an easy performance. Sherlock was there for me, easing my fears from me, trying to help in anyway he could. Of course when he was doing that, we were rehearsing. Mrs. Holmes, Mum, and Mycroft did a lot of help, too. Mycroft knew to give careful criticism about my flaws in our performance. Mrs. Holmes and Mum gave great morale support.
The dress that I chose to wear was a soft blue with white lace at the edges of it. It came down almost like a wedding dress and had lace sleeves that came down to my wrists. For a bit of bling, I was wearing a silver heart shaped locket. My hair was up in a bun with curls framing my face.
When I stepped out of the dressing room in the Holmes' house, Sherlock's mouth hung open as he gazed at me.
"What? Is something wrong?" I asked worriedly.
He tried to say something, but just stammered gibberish. Finally, he managed out, "Am I dreaming?"
I walked over to him and gave him a small pinch, "No, you're not."
He gasped in pain and asked, "What was that for?"
"Proof that you aren't dreaming."
He smirked, "Thank you for verifying that."
Our teacher allowed us to use two other students because of one of the stanzas required more than just the two of us. Sherlock picked John and another student named Greg Lestrade. I've seen him in the library, but he never saw me except for when he needed help. Don't get me wrong, he's very nice. But Anderson and Sally are almost always with him, so that made it harder to talk to him. So, I never really got to know him. But he owed Sherlock a favor. Someone stole Greg's textbooks and homework. It was Anderson.
"It was many and many year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee," Sherlock's deep voice recited. I looked up from the opposite side of the stage that I was positioned at.
"And this maiden lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me."
I stood up and walked over beside Sherlock and rested my head on his shoulder.
"I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;"
Sherlock wrapped an arm around me and pulled me protectively against him.
"With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;"
I "fell" from his protective embrace and collapsed to the floor.
"So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,"
John and Greg came out from behind the curtains and carefully carried me to the other side of the stage.
"To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea."
They lowered me into a box that was big enough to comfortably hold me, then left the stage.
"The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-"
I got out of my "sepulcher" and walked over to Sherlock, who put his arms around me. Ever since I was "taken" from him, he never took his eyes off of me.
"And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling-"
Sherlock's voice cracked slightly.
"My life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea."
The curtains fell once Sherlock was done talking. Relief washed me entirely, I couldn't believe that we did it. John and Greg greeted us behind scenes.
"That was amazing!" John praised.
"What are you talking about 'amazing'? It was perfect!" Greg interjected.
"You did very well," Sherlock said, looking at me.
"You did it all. I just stood, walked, and was placed into a box," I sheepishly replied.
"I just told the story, everyone was most interested in you."
I knew that it was pointless to fight him. "Thank you, Sherlock," I said, wrapping my arms around him.
A/N: What'd you think? :D I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting! :(