“I thought it wasn’t your fault.”
“It wasn’t, but…well, maybe it was punishment for thinking I can sign the Lyric Theater?—”
“That was you?”
“No. Not me. A potential sidekick. But…yeah.” I look down at my lap and sigh.
“Wow.”
“I know.”
“You know they’re still renovating.”
“I know.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure…I’m sure it was an accident.” He taps my knee as if he’s trying to reassure me or something, but I stare at the hand, marveling over the fire it’s causing inside me, and all I can think is how close it is to my lava stick.
“What’s a lava stick?” he asks.
Shit. Did I say that aloud? Oh crap.
“Erm. I…I don’t?—”
“Hi! My name is Michelle, and I’m Ms. Fade Out.”
Oh thank God. I turn away from him to the girl on the stage and grimace.
“Fade Out? What’s your power?”
She puts her hands together in front of her belly and smiles like a pageant girl.
“I can turn invisible when I close my eyes.”
Jack glances at me, and I glance at Jack.
Good to know I’m not the only one who thinks that sounds weird.
“Let me demonstrate.”
She makes a big theatrical nod and closes her eyes.
Shit. What do you know? She really can turn invisible. She’s got potential. A lot, actually. I could use someone who goes unnoticed while I mastermind.
“Can you turn others invisi—” I start, when there’s a loud noise, and the trunk from before, now empty thankfully, jiggles and someone screams. There’s a thud.
I cross my arms and wait for Ms. Fade Out to fade in, but she doesn’t.
“She’s interesting,” Jack says when the curtain on the right side rolls around itself, and moments later, a very visible Michelle flies into the seats with an ear-piercing scream.
“Next!”
Jack slaps his hand over my mouth and rises to his feet.
“She might need medical attention.”
I want to retort back. I want to tell him what she really needs, but I’m still focusing on his fingers on my lips. Even long after they’re gone. Even while he’s calling 911 to get Ms. Broken Leg an ambulance.
“You’re too good for your own good,” I say when she’s gone and Jack is back in his seat.