Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The director holds up three fingers, his mouth moving silently as he counts

down to live. Three… two… one.

“And… we’re back!” The announcer’s voice booms across the studio, and the

audience erupts into cheers and applause as an assistant holds up cue cards

out of the camera’s view. “What a whirlwind first round, folks! Let’s give a round

of applause to our winners so far: Abby, Bryan, and Daniel!”

The announcer’s voice then turns our attention toward the contestant who lost

last round. “It was a tough loss for Frederick, but that’s the nature of the game!”

he says.

Enter title…

The judges then come into the spotlight, and Logan’s words slice through the

of the

play,” he says.

His eyes skewer me from across the room, and I resist the urge

away. “From the bad.”

eyes flit over to me, but I ignore

ignore the ghost of Logan and Daniel’s words, to place

focus on the real reason why I’m

tone, by contrast, is a comfort. “I expect the best from all of

her smile sweeping the stage. “And most

here today: to celebrate cuisine in all

judges return to their stand, the announcer draws in a deep

starts, the studio falling eerily silent. “We’re

entrees; we’re diving into desserts this round!

tiramisu is your

crowd, and a knot of anxiety begins to twist in

gut.

softly, my mind racing through the preparations

until the

leans in, his whisper barely audible over the