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checked his watch and grinned. “In about fifteen minutes. Are you positive about this?”
“Nope. Let’s go.”
***
The Community Center was filled with Shifters who were so excited it made me queasy. My dad stood next to me, beaming like an idiot and accepting congratulations on his directorship like he’d just become the President of the Universe. I wavered between feeling good and nauseous—good because my dad was clearly overjoyed and nauseous because I was here at all. I was certain I’d made a very bad decision as I didn’t even know what the hell the play was, but I was stuck now.
Even the grumpy members of the Town Council seemed happy with Fabio. It was most likely because he’d promised to foot the bill of the unknown theatrical nightmare with his ill-gotten fortune. It was win-win as far as everyone was concerned—everyone except me.
Bob the beaver Shifter stepped up onto the stage of the Center and clapped his small hands. My fingers itched to pluck his uni-brow that started just above his nose. I’d have to save that activity for another day. Bob probably wouldn’t appreciate me sitting on him and removing an obscene amount of hair from his forehead in front of spectators.
Glancing around the now quiet room, my earlier confidence disappeared. All of my friends were here. Crap. I was going to have to perform in front of them during the rehearsal process. For some stupid reason, I’d had it in my head that it would be a one person show… maybe two. There had to be at least thirty Shifters packed into the room. Thankfully, Mac wasn’t one of them. That would be a relationship killer for sure.
“I am excited so many of you showed up after the little mishap that happened last time we did a show. Your confidence humbles me,” Bob told the group.
“Little mishap? People getting stabbed and eaten was a little mishap ?” I mumbled under my breath only to be elbowed by my father.
Kurt the raccoon Shifter, Wanda’s mate, politely raised his hand and waited to be called on.
“Kurt, you have a question?” Bob asked.
“Yes. Will there be violence or weapons in this show?” he asked with a small shudder.
“Um… no, not really,” Bob volunteered.
“And what does not really mean?” my buddy Simon the skunk inquired with narrowed eyes. “I refuse to take part in anything with bloodshed, anyone losing an appendage or Goddess forbid, actually dying.”
“That’s a reasonable concern,” Bob agreed somewhat nervously. “However, I am happy to announce the only weapons used in this year’s production will be wire hangers.”
A murmur of relief washed over the crowd, but I was fucking confused. Wire hangers? What kind of musical was this?
“What’s the play?” I whispered to my Dad who seemed as confused as I was.
“No clue.” He shrugged and pursed his lips.
“You agreed to direct and fund a play not knowing what the hell it was?” I demanded as quietly as I was capable of.
“You agreed to star in it with the same lack of information,” he shot back.
“Point,” I replied in fear for my life. “Can I get out of it?”
“Baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
He was sincere which made me feel like a slug. He wouldn’t make me do this. I knew my dad would still love me even if I went running out of the door without looking back. And for that very reason I stayed. I’d have to discuss this one with Roger. It simply had to be love. If I didn’t love my dad, why in the Goddess’s name was I still here?
“I want to do it,” I lied with what I hoped passed as a smile.
“No, you don’t,” he replied back with a chuckle.
“Fine,” I muttered, totally busted. “I’d rather chew glass and swallow it, but I want to be with you.”
Fabio’s smile went straight to my heart and melted the hard shell just a bit. His eyes sparkled and he
“Nope. Let’s go.”
***
The Community Center was filled with Shifters who were so excited it made me queasy. My dad stood next to me, beaming like an idiot and accepting congratulations on his directorship like he’d just become the President of the Universe. I wavered between feeling good and nauseous—good because my dad was clearly overjoyed and nauseous because I was here at all. I was certain I’d made a very bad decision as I didn’t even know what the hell the play was, but I was stuck now.
Even the grumpy members of the Town Council seemed happy with Fabio. It was most likely because he’d promised to foot the bill of the unknown theatrical nightmare with his ill-gotten fortune. It was win-win as far as everyone was concerned—everyone except me.
Bob the beaver Shifter stepped up onto the stage of the Center and clapped his small hands. My fingers itched to pluck his uni-brow that started just above his nose. I’d have to save that activity for another day. Bob probably wouldn’t appreciate me sitting on him and removing an obscene amount of hair from his forehead in front of spectators.
Glancing around the now quiet room, my earlier confidence disappeared. All of my friends were here. Crap. I was going to have to perform in front of them during the rehearsal process. For some stupid reason, I’d had it in my head that it would be a one person show… maybe two. There had to be at least thirty Shifters packed into the room. Thankfully, Mac wasn’t one of them. That would be a relationship killer for sure.
“I am excited so many of you showed up after the little mishap that happened last time we did a show. Your confidence humbles me,” Bob told the group.
“Little mishap? People getting stabbed and eaten was a little mishap ?” I mumbled under my breath only to be elbowed by my father.
Kurt the raccoon Shifter, Wanda’s mate, politely raised his hand and waited to be called on.
“Kurt, you have a question?” Bob asked.
“Yes. Will there be violence or weapons in this show?” he asked with a small shudder.
“Um… no, not really,” Bob volunteered.
“And what does not really mean?” my buddy Simon the skunk inquired with narrowed eyes. “I refuse to take part in anything with bloodshed, anyone losing an appendage or Goddess forbid, actually dying.”
“That’s a reasonable concern,” Bob agreed somewhat nervously. “However, I am happy to announce the only weapons used in this year’s production will be wire hangers.”
A murmur of relief washed over the crowd, but I was fucking confused. Wire hangers? What kind of musical was this?
“What’s the play?” I whispered to my Dad who seemed as confused as I was.
“No clue.” He shrugged and pursed his lips.
“You agreed to direct and fund a play not knowing what the hell it was?” I demanded as quietly as I was capable of.
“You agreed to star in it with the same lack of information,” he shot back.
“Point,” I replied in fear for my life. “Can I get out of it?”
“Baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
He was sincere which made me feel like a slug. He wouldn’t make me do this. I knew my dad would still love me even if I went running out of the door without looking back. And for that very reason I stayed. I’d have to discuss this one with Roger. It simply had to be love. If I didn’t love my dad, why in the Goddess’s name was I still here?
“I want to do it,” I lied with what I hoped passed as a smile.
“No, you don’t,” he replied back with a chuckle.
“Fine,” I muttered, totally busted. “I’d rather chew glass and swallow it, but I want to be with you.”
Fabio’s smile went straight to my heart and melted the hard shell just a bit. His eyes sparkled and he
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