Chapter 82

The way things have always been done.

Version addressed the children. Softly, he asked them to help him dance. Music started again and the taped voices of the chorus cried louder over it, still refusing to listen. Version danced, and the kids clapped, and as the music swelled, the light show began again. This time, the black walls lit up as well, and Tristan saw that Rain had made tiny holes in the walls, allowing light to pour through.

As lights zoomed across the room, Version danced and fell into the sheet. The lights went off and the kids yelped.

When the lights were turned back on, Version stood with the chorus of marionettes, warming his hands to the glow stick bonfire.

The chorus rubbed their eyes and spoke all at once, their taped voices resounding through the auditorium. They couldn’t see anything. But with time, Version assured them, they would, and they did.