first time he pulled himself up but couldn't get his foot high enough to complete
the climb. A few choir kids stopped singing to look at him.
Once he climbed onto the stage, William nodded to the choir.
“Dad!” William spun around and saw his son run from the left of the stage. “You
came back.”
“I did,” William sighed. “Is practice going good, Sam?”
“You're supposed to call me Bastion when I'm on stage, Dad,” his son told him.
“I'm sorry. I didn't know,” William responded.
“I don't get this play anyway,” Sam confided. “No one reads books. I asked if he
could be watching YouTube videos but Mrs. Thomas said no.”
“Well, it does say it's a story in the title,” William told his son.
“William!” his sister yelled from the back of the stage. “About time you got here.”
“You go practice your lines,” William told his son.
He then walked to the back of the stage to his sister. He made sure not to touch
any of the backdrops. He noticed the paint appeared to be wet. Even
though he wore an old T-Shirt and jeans, he didn't want to ruin his clothes or the
set.
“Listen,” Willow started. “I've tried doing this but I think you would be better at
it than me.”
William sighed.
“They need help gluing cotton balls on a dragon,” she told him. “I tried helping
but I'm not good. I told them that I had someone coming who was excellent at
sticking balls on things.”
“Really?” William asked.
“Yes.” Willow pointed towards the back at a giant paper mâché animal shaped more