Super busy today. I have to have a draft of Luminescence to my editor tomorrow. So, there will probably not be a Middle School Monday post.
Instead, I'm going to post a scene I cut out of the book. Originally, some important information got conveyed here, but that changed in later drafts. Eventually I realized it really didn't have much of a purpose. And since I'm trying to hit a certain word count, alas, it had to go. I really like it though, so I thought I'd post it below.
They are at play practice, rehearsing "The Sound of Music," with Mr. Blinson, Dr. Timberi's substitute. No one likes him, for obvious reasons. Some big stuff with Light just happened, and Madame Cumberland worried there might be an attack of some kind. Madame Cumberland always makes me smile, and I liked her quick-thinking here. It just felt right. But, alas, not important:
"Melanie’s reply got cut off as a silver comet streamed into the theatre, resolving into Madame Cumberland. She stood center-stage, brandishing her pointer-stick in a combat-ready position.
Her eyes flicked back and forth, scanning the theatre before she relaxed her battle stance.
A theatre full of kids, and a glaring Mr. Blinson stared at her in shocked silence. And no wonder. It would have looked to them as if she just appeared out of nowhere.
Noticing the strange looks, Madame Cumberland smiled and gestured theatrically, fencing with the pointer-stick. “And I offer one universal challenge to you all! Approach, young heroes—I will take your names. Each in his turn—no crowding.” She flourished the pointer, then lowered it. “One of the great fight scenes from Cyrano de Bergerac. What a lovely play. I went to an all-girl’s school, so I played Cyrano. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist a few lines.”
“Where did you come from?” Mr. Blinson asked. “I didn’t see you come in.”
“Well, I came to talk to Lexa and Melanie about French—and you were all so focused on your work—but when I saw you all on the stage, I just had to jump out,” Madame Cumberland said with a big smile. “You know how hard that acting bug can bite. I’m sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Blinson, but I need to talk to Lexa and Melanie about their French homework.”
“And you had to interrupt rehearsal?”
She smiled. “It’s an emergency.”
“A French emergency.”
“Oui. Oh, I see them there, off-stage.” She walked back through the curtains where the Trio clustered around the sofa.
Is everyone all right? I felt a huge rush of Light, almost like you were fighting, so I worried there might be an attack. Is everything okay?
Yes, ma’am, Lexa said. It was another connection with Dr. Timberi and he was really suffering. I almost passed out. It came on so sudden. And then--Lexa paused. She grabbed her pony-tail and tugged, clamping her mouth shut. Melanie, you tell the rest.
Conner stared at Lexa. Had his sister really just relinquished the spotlight of an exciting story?
Melanie also seemed a little surprised. Well, since I was head-talking with Lexa, I heard Dr. Timberi screaming. It really upset me, and before I knew it, Light jumped out of me and into Lexa. It’s what happened a few weeks ago. Dr. Timberi said that I can Augument people from far away and that it happens automatically when I’m worried about them.
Remote Autonomic Augmentation, Madame Cumberland said. Morgan told me about it. Lexa, what happened when Melanie’s Light jumped inside of you?
I only felt it for a second. Right here. Lexa put her hand over her heart. And then it disappeared. I think his sigil soaked it up. Dr. Timberi stopped screaming, but I thought I heard someone else yelling—but I don’t know for sure because the connection faded.
So you think he’s--Madame Cumberland paused. He’s still there?
Lexa nodded. Positive. I can feel his sigil. It’s like it’s sleeping. But he’s alive.
Well, things are never dull with you three around, Madame Cumberland said with a smile. That’s one of the reasons Morgan loved--she paused--loves you three so much.
“No! No! No!” Mr. Blinson yelled at the nuns on-stage. Madame Cumberland looked through the crack in the curtains at the rehearsal and shook her head. That poor man.
Mr. Blinson? Conner asked. You feel bad for him?
Madame Cumberland smiled. He must be a very unhappy person. Unpleasant people usually are. I’d better go and send Lee a sigil. I’ll see you all later.
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