Sunlight spilled between gaps
in the clouds, momentarily blinding me as I jogged down the steps of my
building. This was the place; this is where I would find her. I didn’t know who
it would be, or how long it would take, but I knew I would. A group of girls
passed, giggling conspiratorially under their breath. None of them were her, I
was certain. I would know when I saw her, I knew that much.
Glancing behind me at the red brick
exterior, I couldn’t help but feel this was right. I had found the
script—unknown to this changed world. It seemed a miracle it had been in my
family all these years, that it was mine now. Soon, it would belong to the
world again. They would know its magic and stand in awe at its complexity and
amazing simplicity.
But not without her.
She would be the only one
capable of bringing it to life. To create a spell of wonderment enveloping the
audience. Without her, there was nothing but chaos; with her, she would
orchestrate the chaos that brought the script to life. She would hold it
together and create the world, the music, the mood…everything. She would
determine the ending and how everyone interacted. Her spontaneity would spark
creativity in the cast, and present the show that would never leave the audience
with the same experience twice.
It was my birthright to find
her.
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