◌The Stagehand◌
We had practiced for well over an hour. I would have kept going, but seeing as I needed to get some sleep before work, I had to leave. "Will you come back tomorrow night?" I asked, pulling my ragged coat on. I heard the shuffle of heeled feet move around the stage.
I looked through the inky black trying to find her. There--the slightest silhouette of a woman stood facing me. I made my way to the edge of the light, trying to get a better look at her. I only caught a glimpse of white from her flower painted mask before it was gone.
"Maybe..." She moved again. I tried tracking her. "I might be more motivated to come back if there is food waiting for me." Food? That was a weird thing to ask for in exchange for piano lessons. But anything to keep her coming back.
"What would you like?"
"Ooo. Good question." She moved again, this time, closer to the light. I could almost make out her long, curl ridden curtain of black hair which framed her shadowed face. "Surprise me."
And then her presence disappeared and I knew I was alone. I picked up her discarded apple core. I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips.
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