The Diary of Maria and Elynnor

Chapter 9-13 - Elynnor

The competition is about to begin, and Mrs. Hubert is going to perform soon. After her, it’ll be my and my team’s turn. It’ll be quite a wait, so now I should have enough time to make a quick recap of all the CRAZY things that happened right up to this point.

My team and I arrived at the HOH and the kind security guard let us in (thankfully). I looked around for an empty room for us to rehearse in and bumped into (oh no!) Mrs. Hubert herself. She told me she is going to allow my team and I to perform one last time before she shall defeat me victoriously in the competition, and she lifted her earlier ban on me. I dared not say anything that might offend her even the slightest. She pointed me to an empty hall where I began our final rehearsal for our covers, Robbert’s Rock n’ Roll organ solo, and my own personal solo.

While we rehearsed, Robbert suddenly interrupted us and announced that he saw Mrs. Hubert on the top floor of the hall somewhere and she didn’t look very happy. She looked angry. We put our instruments (and baton) down and followed her. Long story short, we had to hold her back like policemen arresting a criminal to prevent her from going to the judges and asking for my team and I to be disqualified.

Mrs. Hubert apparently saw her ex-performers in my orchestra and accused me for “stealing them away from her” by “brainwashing them with modern filth”, which is SO UNTRUE!!!!!! Her performers WILLINGLY left her to join me and it’s NOT my fault! Mrs. Hubert was raging mad. At the point, she was determined to kick me out of the music scene forever. She looked just like a mad dog who was about to lunge at me any time, if not for Nathan and Schmidt, the two strongest members of my team, holding her back.

For some time and the scuffle between her and I went on, Robbert somehow disappeared at some point, probably to find some reinforcements, because the fight was really getting out of hand. Mrs. Hubert kept screaming all sorts of mean things at me and threatened to get violent. I was so scared. She kept on at me until a screamed erupted from somewhere in the HOH. I was pretty sure it was Robbert’s. Mrs. Hubert suddenly forgot about our fight and we all rushed to the source of the sound. It was a few floors downstairs. What I saw when I reached the bottom of the stairs chilled me to the bone.

Reginald Feinn, the somewhat older, ex-orchestral-member of mine whom I fired for stealing, was holding Robbert hostage, with a gun pointed to his head. Robbert couldn’t move, speak, or even whisper for help. His face looked drained of all its colour. I was afraid he couldn’t even breathe. I saw some strange grey powder and shards of broken golden glass scattered all over the stairs on the way down. Apparently, Reginald’s bad thieving habits had not left him, because Mrs. Hubert began accusing him of sneaking into her private room and stealing her husband’s ashes in a golden jar when she was distracted with all the commotion just now.

Reginald revealed all of his evil plan. After he was fired, he went to work for Mrs. Hubert with the intention of bringing me (AND Mrs. Hubert) down by having both of us go into business together. Then he shall rise to power in the HOH and throw both of us out, owning the whole place as his own. The plan to convince Mrs. Hubert to collaborate with me didn’t work, so the scheming bastard decided to lie to her and tell her I have been stealing her performers away with my modern methods, as if even I, a young, startup performer, does not have even an ounce of professional showmanship! What a deceitful traitor! He deserves neither me nor Mrs. Hubert’s recognition as a musician or businessman.

With my poor Robbert’s life at stake, no one from either my or Mrs. Hubert’s crew could say or do anything. But then Robbert suddenly toughened up and boldly told his hostage-holder that he would willingly take a bullet for me if necessary. I never dreamed in a million years that my best friend would say something like that. Reginald had a vendetta against me all this time, and he threatened to kill Robbert as a way of getting back at me for firing him. I wanted to just run and push Reginald away and grab Robbert and get the hell outta there. But Mrs. Hubert held me back and kept me behind her, protecting me and acting like a shield. For one moment, she might have actually cared about me. I don’t know.

Reginald threatened to kill Robbert. That’s when some of my and Mrs. Hubert’s musicians snapped and began hurling insults and Reginald. They began blocking exits and doorways to prevent his escape. Reginald got scared and eventually shot himself in the head before he could get arrested. He died in a pool of his own blood. He could have just shot Robbert, and everyone else in his way, and made his escape. But he was, all along, really just a coward who’s too afraid to pull the trigger at anybody. A shrewd, intelligent, cunning, vengeful, talented and traitorous coward. And Robbert’s life was spared (whew!). We HAD to run up to each other and hug. I didn’t care who was watching.

Mrs. Hubert just finished performing. There’s barely enough light to write backstage. I’ll end my ntry here and get ready for my turn. Hopefully, all that trauma from what happened won’t affect our performance and spirit tonight. HERE GOES!

Oh, and, Mrs. Hubert and I may never see eye to eye on many things, but I really hope to make up with her after this. After all, I did NOT steal her performers away from her - they’re all just lies.

Elynnor