“Alright, that’s great,” Mr. Edgar shouts.
Gabrielle looks down and her stomach drops. She’s dangling high above the floor on a thin rope. Without the choreography to distract her, she realizes just how far from the floor she is. She watches the crew members rush back and forth as they adjust the camera equipment and tries not to think about what would happen if she fell.
I’ve done scarier things before, she thinks. I can handle this. She takes a deep breath and then another and watches the people bustle around the set. Mr. Edgar and a man she doesn’t recognize seem to be in deep conversation. They keep pointing up at her. I wonder what they’re saying, she wonders.
The spotlights are blazing with heat and she feels a drop of sweat creep down her back. The heavy gown is almost suffoca
