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[i]There is a pause of silence before a quick and small roud of claps errupt from the few people watching. 
[b]"Incredible, almost thought I lost you guys to the stage, bravo! And there is most definitely chemistry between the two, really great work."[/b] The director called as he moved from his seat towards the stage. [b]"Rehearsal should start in a week or so, I'll send you all the details!"[/b] He grinned up at us, stopping at the edge. 
I pulled my arms to my sides, that way I wasn't still tending to the fake wound. I let a small sigh of relief escape as I smiled back. 
[b]"You both did a fantastic job, no need to fret yet."[/b] He said, tapping the toes of my sneakers. Possibly in an attempt of comfort, though a little strange as he had to hop a little to reach them. [b]"Now go, be free, learn some of your script and I shall see you both next time!"[/b] He spoke, turning back around and moving into the group that had been with him in the audience and they all shuffled out and through front doors.
I lingered on stage for a moment, gathering myself back together. I glanced over at Micheal. [b]"You were really good by the way, could really feel the pain. "[/b] I said with a small grin. [b]"And since we never properly met, I'm Abby."[/b]
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