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Connor Garrison as a blur. Elliot was
right when he said Connor had set up movers to ship my stuff across
the country. All I was responsible for was selling the things I
didn’t want to take with me and packing the necessities I would
need for the two days I would be without my belongings.
    Once we arrived back in Los Angeles, my days
were filled with appointments with studio stylists. I was pampered
and petted to the point where it had become annoying. When I wasn’t
being transformed, Elliot and I were in training sessions. I
learned how to block a scene, where to stand for the best lighting,
and how to raise my voice so that the microphones could pick up my
words without me shouting.
    I was exhausted by the time we landed in New
York to attend Paracon. Even Elliot, who thrived on deadlines and
crammed schedules, had dark circles under his eyes. Thankfully,
Theia Productions put us up in the same hotel so we didn’t have to
drive through New York traffic to get here on time.
    “Are you sure we have to go?” I tugged at
Elliot’s sleeve as we entered into the area of the hotel where the
conference was being held. “We can just make something up. I’ll
pretend I’m sick or something. You know as well as I do that I’m
really good at coming up with excuses.”
    Elliot chuckled as we approached the sign in
table. “Maybe we could skip out early this afternoon. Be tourists
for awhile. But only if you behave. No laughing out loud at the
psychics.”
    “You know I can’t make any promises.” I
shuffled up to the table and managed to smile at the older woman
handing out the name badges. “Eva McRayne.”
    “Welcome, Ms. McRayne.” She handed me a
manila envelope filled to the brim with papers and pamphlets. “Your
name badge is inside as well as the schedule of events. I hope you
enjoy yourself.”
    I nodded then stepped aside so Elliot could
repeat the process I just went through. We stepped through a pair
of glass doors when he had his envelope in hand and I could have
sworn I’d fallen down the proverbial rabbit hole. Although it was
only nine in the morning, the place was swarming with people. Most
were in groups, going from table to table with banners proclaiming
the names of ghost hunting societies and psychics willing to sell
the answers to all of your questions. Other tables were filled to
their edges with merchandise of all kinds.
    I suppose such crowds were normal at a
convention. It was the patrons who gave me reason to feel so
disoriented. For every one person dressed in jeans, there were
three more dressed as witches or demons. There were more than a few
girls dressed in fairy wings and angel costumes. Elliot had to
raise his voice so that I could hear him over the crescendo of
voices around us.
    “Well? What do you think?”
    “I think I’m overdressed.” I waved off a man
in a silver alien costume handing out flyers as he started to
approach me. “You didn’t say I needed to visit a Halloween store
before we left L.A.”
    He placed his hand on my lower back and led
me towards an area where the organizers had set up benches for the
conference goers to rest on.
    “Come on. I want to take a look at this
schedule. It’s packed.”
    I opened the folder and pulled out the papers
the moment we sat down. Connor had emailed this same document to us
several days before but neither of us had taken the time to look it
over. Elliot was right. For every time slot, there were three to
four classes being offered. Everything from how to sell your spells
to spirit photography was listed. At night, there was a promise of
parties. Each night had an event lined up so the convention goers
could get drunk and socialize with those of their own kind.
    “So how long are we here for again?”
    Elliot stopped marking on his paper but he
didn’t look away from it. “Three days.”
    “Alright. And what do you suggest we go to?”
I had decided from the moment we stepped off the plane to let
Elliot take the lead on