Chapter 48Josh climbed the ladder and scanned the audience. The stage lights shined in his eyes and blinded him. He hoped to see Steve but stopped looking. His focus mustn’t falter.
The fear fell away in the first act. Confident for the finale, he surveyed his body for tension and his mind for lingering trepidation. A small knot in his shoulder twinged. He held onto the rope with one hand and stretched the free arm until limber. There was time before his cue. The tightness loosened.
He could succeed unless the curse were real. Reaching the platform, he climbed up on it and looked down. Bright-hued dancers and fanciful clowns paraded the hard stage floor. If the curse were real, it would send him there. Sooner or later, it might as well be sooner. But that fate wasn’t meant for him. Curse
