Duck peaked out from behind the stage curtain, only letting one of her eyes show as she looks at the crowd. The chatter of human voices reached her ears, both from behind her on stage and in front of her. She gulped, gazing at the large crowd gathered to watch the ballet.
"Duck! You have five minutes!"
"Aaah!" Duck jumped and turned around to face the director. "Oh - okay! I'll be backstage soon!"
"Hurry, please," the director sighed, rubbing her temple. "I need all of the swans together before they're onstage."
"A-alright," Duck muttered. The director walked away, and Duck continued to peer out at the audience from the curtain. "Where is he?" she whispered. "Fakir's too injured to dance, but he still said he'd come!" Her eyes scanned every row as best she could, but with how many people there were it was hard to make out many faces. "Maybe he's in the back," she decided. Her shoulders sagged as she forced herself to not cry.
"Hey Duck, what's wrong?" Pike said behind her.
Duck closed
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