Dark Secrets 2: No Time to Die; The Deep End of Fear by Elizabeth Chandler Page A

difficult concept for you to grasp?"
    The kids onstage had drawn together like a herd of sheep.
    "Following directions—is this something new to you? You speak English, don't you? Next to you, Shakespeare's ignorant rustics are rocket scientists!"
    Well, I thought, with that kind of encouragement and confidence boosting, everyone should be nervous enough to make more mistakes. Feeling bad for the kids, I made a suggestion. My father always talked about understanding the whole pattern of a play's blocking, seeing it as a large piece of choreography. I pointed out the pattern Walker was creating so that the individual directions would become clearer to the actors. I could tell from their faces that they understood.
    "I get it," Denise said.
    "Yeah, that makes sense," added a guy named Tim.
    Shawna gave me the thumbs-up sign.
    Walker sent me a cool, thankless stare. To the rustics he said, "We'll work on this after lunch."
    We all figured we'd been dismissed early and started gathering our things. Then Walker turned to me. "There are fifteen minutes remaining. Puck, fairy group, Oberon, Titania. Act Two, Scene One. Let's go."
    I wondered why we were doing the scene for the second time that morning.
    "Brian and Doug," Walker added, addressing one of the tech directors, "I want it run with lights."
    I saw Brian's eyes narrow and I realized then what was going on.
    "I think that's a bad idea, Walker," Maggie said.
    "And I think you're not the director," he replied, then descended the stage steps. "I want house lights all the way down, stage lights up. Doug, who do you have working with you?"
    "Samantha."
    Walker nodded. "Good. Do it."
    I walked up on the stage knowing it was useless for me to argue. Walker was in a bad mood, my suggestion had come unsolicited, and worse, it was a good one. Now he planned to put me in my place and erase the applause from earlier that morning.
    I took off my shorts, but left on my T-shirt; it made me feel less vulnerable.
    "Walker, we have already discussed the best program for Jenny," Maggie reminded him. "You agreed that incremental exposure was the remedy.
    There is no point in doing this."
    Oh, there's a point, all right, I thought.
    "Places," Walker said, ignoring Maggie. "Lights."
    I stood in the right wing, watching as the lighting shifted, then measured my steps back from the springboard.
    "Enter Fairies and Puck," Walker directed.
    I raced forward and sprang. Flying through the air, propelling myself off the horse, tucking for my rotation—I was focused totally on the gymnastics. Then my feet touched ground and I was in a flood of light, aware of a sea of dark faces below me. Fear clutched my heart. I fought it—it was stupid, irrational, senseless—but it was as strong as ever.
    "'How now, spirits, whither wander you?'" I asked the fairies, my voice thin as thread.
    Katie and another girl, who split that particular fairy part, began their speech of fifteen lines:
    "Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire…"
    I tried to concentrate on what they were saying, but my stomach felt queasy. My hands grew moist.
    "We do wander everywhere,
    Swifter than the moon's sphere;
    And we serve the Fairy Queen,
    To dew her orbs upon the green."
    My heart beat fast. I took deep breaths, trying to slow it down.
    "The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
    In their gold coats spots you see:
    Those be rubies, fairy favors,
    In those freckles live their savors."
    My knees shook. I was drenched with sweat. I needed chalk to grip the beam.
    "'Farewell, thou lob of spirits,'" the fairies concluded. "'We'll be gone. Our Queen and all her elves come here anon.'"
    The next set of lines was mine.
    "'The King doth keep his revels here tonight,'" I said, pull ing myself up on the beam as if I'd never mounted one before. "'Take heed the Queen come not within his sight.'"
    I rose slowly from a crouch, my heart pounding.
    "'For Oberon is passing fell and