"Call them," Freeda pushed Patrick.
Mask placed, the boy glanced towards the actors, biting his lip nervously. "Are we really doing this? You haven't done any training yet, what makes you so sure that this performance would be successful?"
Evelina threw him a look that says how much of a rubbish opinion that was, but it went unnoticed. She knew that their anxiousness was unavoidable. They weren't ready despite pressing that they were. It's not like they have a choice to withdraw from there, anyway.
They were all tense.
But that doesn't mean Patrick should continue shoving his experiences to them, not trusting their built efforts and ideas.
"That's the thing, isn't it?" Freeda said, her voice confident. She raised her hands, the yellow pendant directed at the sky. She took a final peek towards the male witch, smiling. "I'm sure that this performance would be in no way successful."
Pardon?
Evelina gawked at her.
