“But they don’t have to know,” Amy pointed out. “Christmas is only two months away. You won’t really be showing by then. When you go home, you can hide it well enough, if you really don’t want to tell them. And then what about adoption? There are so many good people who want children, and can’t have them.”
There was a note of sadness in her voice, and I knew she was speaking from her own heart. The one time Amy and I had discussed children, she was firmly set on adoption. With her blood being infected, she would be guaranteed to affect her child too, and that was not something she wanted to do. I understood, and yet, at the same time, I was sad, to not be able to look ten years into the future and see a little version of Amy running about, even if it wasn’t with my genes.
I had never given any thought to children while I was human. I was too busy living the lifestyle of the rich and the famous. But now that the possibility was taken away from me, I considered it all the time. Not now, of course, now I’d be a horrible role model, but maybe if this curse was broken, there would be something I could do about it.
“It is a good option, Sarah,” I found myself saying, surprised at the emotion that came out in my voice. “Amy’s right, there are so many people who don’t have a choice in having a child. This is a huge undertaking… but if that’s the choice you make, I’ll help you keep it a secret.”
“And what about Phantom?” she asked.
I grinned. “Ah, well that will just add another layer to the plot. A pregnant Christine, by whom, we wonder?”
“Yeah, providing I don’t give birth on stage,” she said, dryly and Amy managed a little giggle.
“The show must go on. It’s actually kind of fitting. Death and life on the same stage. We’ll win a Tony award for sure.”
“Oh, God.” Sarah buried her head in her hands. “Are you guys seriously considering this?”
“We’ll consider whatever you choose to do,” Amy said gently, but I knew in her heart she didn’t want to be responsible for any more death. “Your child didn’t choose anything, Sarah. Why should we condemn it?”
Sarah met her eyes and something silent seemed to pass between them. But then she looked away, glancing out the window and sighed.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said, but something in her voice told me that she wasn’t being quite truthful.
My heart leapt in fear, and I bit my lip, the words locked in my throat. I had a horrible feeling Sarah was going to do something stupid, and that there was nothing I could do to stop her.#p#分页标题#e#
Chapter 11: Amy
My alarm went off at 6 am and I sat upright. It was the only way I knew I was going to get up. Last night, Liam, laced with booze and calmed by Sarah, had actually managed to be safe to be around until midnight, which was far later than my usual bedtime. Years of living with my father and never going out had taught me to live the life of a 60 year old, in bed by 10 pm and up with the sun.
Today was going to be a busy day. In between classes, I had a lunchtime audition for Ranger, and I prayed that I'd make it back in time for afternoon rehearsal. Sarah had been especially down in the dumps this last week and I wanted to be there for her in whatever way I could.
We still hadn't made any choice about her baby. We had spent hours looking at adoption websites and discussing possibilities. When she told Connor, he had looked fearful of her, as if she could hurt him, this age old vampire of unlimited strength. Until they made a choice, they weren't going to tell Isabelle anything.
I glanced at my audition notes as I walked into the bathroom, setting them on the ledge as I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Liam had drilled into my head that auditions wanted to see me, not my makeup and hair skills. Still, I couldn’t help but put a little extra effort into my appearance this morning. They may want to see what I look like without hiding, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t look pretty.
Ranger was holding several auditions today, which made it a bit difficult to decide what to do. Once we submitted our headshot and resumes, we had been given several sides for various characters that we fit, and none of us knew anything about them. Even if we kept up with the show, we didn’t know where these new characters would be placed, nor did we know whether it was a small or large part. They also asked us for a monologue, which made me want to tear my hair out, because without choosing a specific character, I had no idea what type of monologue I wanted to do. So, I went with my default of Beauty’s monologue, assuming that it had to fit something.