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"WE FOUND OUR JULIET," Freddie said, "so at least that's something."

I was laying on my back, twisting my screwdriver into a nail slot when I heard him speak.

Freddie was the Stage Manager, who was foolishly putting his trust in me. I didn't understand why they wanted me to code the lighting cues when it was only my fourth day. What if I screwed up?

"That's great," I nodded, sliding out from under the lights, "anyone else?"

"Pretty much everyone except Romeo."

"Oh?"

"They're holding auditions for him next week."

"I suppose we'll just have to wait till then," I sighed, dusting off my shorts.

As Freddie fumbled through his pockets for something, I flicked the light switch off and motioned for one of the catwalkers to move it back to the ceiling. Freddie pulled out a ring of keys and waved it in front of my face.

"Don't lose these," he said, "I'll put them in the middle of the stage once everyone's out."

I bit my lip, "got it."

"And make sure you lock up before you leave."

"I will."

"Great," he said, clapping his hands together, "I'll see you tomorrow to check on the cues."

"See you..."

Why, why, why, why!

I was not feeling confident being put in this position at all, although I knew I had to suck it up if I wanted to continue doing this for a living. It was just the thought of being alone in an old theater known to have ghosts that freaked me out.

But... this would look really good on my resume, and I desperately needed that.

Spinning on my heels, I made my way up to the lighting booth and began to get to work. At first it was boring, then it got interesting, and then I started to get tired. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was—

What the hell? It was 10 o'clock.

Horrified, I switched off the light-board and began to rush down the stairs and towards the stage. Freddie said he left the keys in the middle of the floor, but when I got there it was empty. There was nothing there.

"Shoot," I whispered under my breath, "where are they?"

I checked in the audience, the corners, the wings, but I found nothing. Freddie must have forgotten to leave me the keys!

"Hello?" I called out into the theater, "anyone here?"

No response.

"Hello?"

Still no response.

Groaning, I turned on my phone's flashlight and made my way through the darkness and towards the doors. Grabbing the handle, I tugged on it roughly, but nothing budged.

Was I...locked in?

Freddie must have forgotten to leave the keys, but locked up the theater and forgot about me. Wow. That was horribly disappointing.

Turning on my phone, I called Sadie and Caleb, but neither of them picked up. They must have been sleeping. Slumping onto the floor, I scrolled through my list of contacts searching for someone I could—

Louis!

Clicking on the dial, I held the phone up to my ear in hope. The tone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing, and ringing, until finally...

"Hello?" I heard his familiar voice say, "[y/n]?"

I let out a sigh of relief, "hey."

"I was waiting for you to call me."

"You were?"

"Yeah," he sighed, the sound of shuffling filtering in from my speaker, "you stood me up today."

Dang it.

I was so wrapped up in worrying about overtime, I totally forgot to tell Louis I couldn't meet him at Four. I felt horrible and ridiculous, and wanted to scream. The thought of him waiting outside by the stairs alone made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I'm so sorry," I said flusteredly, "I had to work overtime and totally lost track of time."

"That's alright."

"I don't suppose you're in the area, do you?"

"No, why?"

I don't know why I asked, because it was getting later by the second. Maybe I was just trying to cling onto one speck of hope that I could get out of this dark theater.

"Never mind," I sighed, "I don't want to bother you."

"Just tell me."

Maybe it wouldn't hurt just to let someone know where I was.

"I may be..." I started, biting my lip sheepishly, "...locked inside the theater."

There were a few moments of shocked silence, before Louis let out an,"oh."

there was a few more sounds of shuffling, but when he didn't say anything after that, I scratched the back of my head sheepishly.

"Well," I began, "do you think you could come and unlock–"

Before I could even finish my sentence, I heard the sound of his door swing open, followed by the sounds of him running. I titled my head in confusion.

"I'm on my way," he said quickly, before hanging up the phone.