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Brooklyn poked me in the ribs. “He’s trying to tell us how it works.”
I realized his purpose, only I couldn’t believe I was going along with this. The stage manager wore a headset. He blended French and Spanish so frequently it was hard to follow. Although, I learned most citizens of Galona mixed the languages.
“I-I don’t know about this.” I fidgeted in line in front of my best friend.
“Smile and have fun,” she instructed. “This is a once in a lifetime chance. Bucket list, remember?”
I twisted my lips together. “Right. The Galona bucket list.”
The short wiry man had moved on to the girls behind us. I heard his sharp voice instructing them to follow an order of events.
“I don’t think I can do it.” I shook my head. “I’m going to head back to the apartment. Ok?”
Brooklyn caught my shoulders. “No, you’re not. Until tonight I thought this place was an urban legend. But it’s not. It’s real, Molly. You can’t just walk out on this chance. It’s legendary.”
I nodded. “I can. I’ll tear up the contract on my way out.”
She frowned. “I’m not going to let you do that. There is an excellent chance on the other side of that curtain there’s a member of the royal family. And you are guaranteed whether he’s royalty, that he’s going to be a multi-millionaire. An oil tycoon. A wine baron. A celebrity. It’s going to be a celebrity. I just have this feeling.” Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement.
I knew mine didn’t look like that. My stomach flipped itself into one more knot. I was on the verge of panic, not an adrenaline rush. I sucked air through my nostrils.
“I’m going to be sick. I can’t do it. I have to get out of here.”
I pivoted on my heels for the back exit, but ran square into the tiny man with the headset. I heard someone call him Luc. Nametags probably weren’t permitted in a place that existed on its secrecy.
“No, no, cherie. This way.” He jerked me back to the line and shoved me forward.
Brooklyn giggled. “It’s going to be awesome. I promise. It’s guaranteed.”
“I-I changed my mind,” I tried to explain. “You’re going to have to do it without me.”
But it was too late. The line had lurched forward, carrying me with it. Two more steps and I was on stage.
I squinted as the spotlight smacked me in the face.
“Smile,” Brooklyn whispered behind me, prodding me forward. “Look natural. And blink, damn it.”
My feet felt clunky and imbalanced as I inched across the stage. I didn’t know whether to meet the audience head on or pretend they weren’t there. I dared a glance, but the lights were too bright. The faces were dark, blanketed in splotchy shadows.
I followed the brunette in front of me. Her hair was styled with tight ringlets that bounced when she walked. They weren’t the only thing bouncing. She was practically falling out of her top. I guessed she was using dress tape to keep herself tucked in. I knew my outfit didn’t wow the audience. A fitted denim skirt, topped by a soft white T-shirt. Brooklyn said it looked sweet, but I knew she wanted me to change. I stood next to the brunette as we formed a single row against the curtain.
Brooklyn whispered in my ear. “We’re actually doing this. We’re in The Titan.”
I wished I had some of her giddiness instead of the nausea that attacked me in prickly waves. My palms were sticky.
“Please examine your tallies,” the MC instructed. “The gala has begun.” He wacked a gavel on a marble pedestal, announcing the beginning of my nightmare.
My shoulders jerked at the startling sound. I swallowed softly.
“I would like to invite our attendees to await their tally number before returning.” His accent was thick. I couldn’t place it. He might not have been a native Galonian.
Why did I care where he was from? Why was I trying to study dialect as if I had a linguistics degree? I was going to be paraded in front of the audience a second time, only this time it would be alone. I had to walk without shaking. Without my ankles buckling. Without puking on the polished floor. That’s what I should focus on.
“Molly, let’s go.” Brooklyn kicked me with a slight tap of her hip and I turned for the doorway.
As soon as we were backstage I exhaled and bent forward, gripping my knees.
“Did you see anyone?” she asked. “Maybe one of the princes? I heard there might be a director here. Did you recognize any of them?”
