Fiction · Level 3 · 191 words
The Understudy
Original passage © Studio AM, written for Fluency.
Nina had memorized every line of the play, though no one had asked her to. She was the understudy, the name printed in small type at the bottom of the program, the one who watched from the wings night after night while another actor took the bows. She told herself she did not mind, and most evenings she almost believed it.
Then, an hour before curtain on a cold Thursday, the lead actor twisted her ankle on the stairs behind the dressing rooms. Word spread fast through the cramped backstage halls. The director went looking for Nina and found her already in costume, standing before the empty mirror, mouthing the opening speech under her breath.
He stopped in the doorway. "You knew," he said, half a question. Nina only shrugged, but her hands were perfectly steady as she fixed her collar. She had been ready for months, ready in a way she had never let herself say out loud.
The waiting, she realized as she stepped toward the stage, had not been wasted after all. All those silent nights in the wings had not been a punishment. They had been practice.
Source: Written for Fluency. Original passage © Studio AM, written for Fluency.