During the ball of the season, five best friends had the time of their lives dancing, eating, and meeting celebrities at the Marvil Christmas Ball…
“Mass, you have to try this cookie,” I whispered though bites of a snowflake sugar cookie. She took a bite and agreed, before quickly setting it down and running off, murmuring something about seeing the other characters from her story. I was now standing alone at the snack table, looking around. Everyone else had found or was finding their characters, but after looking for a while I had given up and had decided to let them find me. The snack table wasn’t so bad, though, considering it had been set with every holiday food imaginable, several of which the Pretty Committee and I had suggested.
I smoothed down my hair and checked my phone for messages, before setting off for more celebrity-hunting. I could easily spot my mother wandering around, greeting guests and exchanging compliments, and speaking for a few minutes with her favorite guests from the show. After having the show air for so long, she had come to know most of Hollywood and Broadway, and the list of names of people she knew extended 10 feet long, most likely. While she let me visit her on set at times, she kept me away most of the time, not wanting me to bother the guests. I didn’t blame her, she had all the reason to keep me away, even more so for Riley and Jamie. Images played in my mind from the time Massie, Alicia, Kristen, Claire and I had found out some very interesting gossip from one of her employees, which end up wrecking havoc on certain people’s nerves.
The red-riding hood cape started to feel heavy, but I kept it on so it would be easy to tell exactly which character I represented. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, seeing the “Big, bad wolf”. My plan of letting the characters find me seemed to work considerably well, as this moment proved. I saw his lips moving but the music drowned out the sound. I made a motion to my ear to explain that I couldn’t hear him very well, so we walked to the edge where the music seemed to fade out a bit.
“I said, ‘I’ve been looking for you for quite a while,” he spoke with a slight accent I couldn’t quite identify.
“So have I. Looking for you, I mean. I thought I’d test the wait and let them find me theory. Guess it works,” I replied with a smile.
He smiled back and observantly said, “I guess the only person left to find is your Grandmother. You don’t happen to have any cookies to give to her, do you?” I could tell he was trying to stay in character half-way, so I played along.
“Not exactly. I dropped them when I fell in a puddle. I don’t think she’d appreciate them all soggy and the like. But I was already half-way and I decided I should come anyway,” I said in a slightly stuffy voice. It ended up sounding ridiculous and we both burst out laughing, drawing attention and stares from a few people around us.
We tried searching for Grandmother, but found no one. “How exactly does that wait and let them find me theory work, exactly? I’m thinking this is the perfect time for it,” the big bad wolf asked.
“Hmm, let’s see. First, you busy yourself in one way or another. Second, you always keep an eye out just in case you happen to spot the person first. Third, you eat something while pretending to be busy,” I asserted.
“I will keep that in mind for future use,” he commented, walking next to me on the way to the snack tables.
Once we had both picked out a cookie and a mug of hot chocolate, he asked me, “So who exactly are you? In real life, I mean. I don’t think I’ve seen you on the show before. Although, I could be mistaken.”
“I’m Dylan,” I told him, extending a hand. I had included my last name, but in a low enough voice so that he couldn’t hear. As much as I loved my mom, sometimes her fame overshadowed me and I just became a simple “Marvil daughter”. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice, and he didn’t ask questions. “And who, may I inquire, resides under the mask you wear?” This time my “stuffy” voice sounded proper, which pleased me.
“Someone who also hasn’t been on the show,” he answered mysteriously.
“Ah, so how did you receive a invitation? Best buddies with a famous star?” I continued, interested.
“Nope,” he answered simply. The fact that he wouldn’t tell me at least his name bothered me. I scolded him on this, and he laughed. “I’ll make you a deal. As soon as we find Grandmother, I’ll tell you my name,” he announced.
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Within the next 20 minutes, between chatting and looking, The Wolf and I had found Grandmother. We had texted a picture of us all together to the number listed also for our Character Choice, and at the end of the night they would announce the first three groups who had found each other. Grandmother left soon after to find her own personal friends, leaving The Wolf and I.
“Grandmother has come and gone. May I know your name now?” I insisted.
He took his mask off and finally answered my question with, “Alexander. But I prefer Alex. And as to how I got an invitation, my father produces your mothers show.”
“Wait,” I said, “you knew who I was the entire time?”
“Yet you still asked me who I was?”
“Well, we’d never officially met. I’d seen you around the studio a few times and the resemblance between you and your mother is unmistakable. There was no way you could be anyone but Dylan Marvil.”
“Wipe that smug look off your face,” I demanded and playfully swatted his arm. He must have thought of himself quite amusing.
Despite my unamusement, we continued to talk and became fast friends. He may not be a celebrity, but that is what was nice–he was completely and simply normal. I didn’t have many friends like that.
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I was in mid-sentence talking to Alex when suddenly the lights started to flicker and sparks went flying everywhere. I ducked down, covering my head, exactly the way everyone around me was doing. A moment later they burst for a last time and suddenly the room got cold and dark. I could hear everyone talking at once, but no one moving.
I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight, as I saw people doing the same around me. Alex commented something I couldn’t hear, but it most have been sometime about needing to find his father because he slipped away.
Gasps filled the room and I looked in the direction a majority of the flashlights had been pointing in. I saw on the wall the number 8 drawn about three feet tall. The disturbing thing was that it had been written in blood.
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- I thought about posting the next part on Saturday, so you don’t have to wait so long to find out what happens, but I don’t think I’ll have time. So expect the next part on Monday or Wednesday of next week.
- Do you like the plot line so far? I am thinking that this is a kind of plot line that I could find a way to continue for some time, with little details that won’t matter in one post but with be the whole theme in another. I admire the way script writers and directors find a way to do that in some of my favorite series, so you’ll probably see that. I want my posts to be as flawless and easy-to-read as possible, while still remaining interesting and different.
- I am proud that I keep posting on Wednesdays instead of whenever I feel like it. I used to do that a lot, but committing to this one posting day makes everything feel very organized.
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