The screening was held at McCall’s house. He had a private theater with a large screen and twelve large, comfortable, plush armchairs. As she sat down in one of the chairs and was enveloped by soft cushions, Holly wasn’t sure she’d ever want to go to a regular theater again.
McCall was naturally there, as was Walsh. Two of the more important crew members were also present and Holly had included Phryne for all the work the girl had done. Additionally, though they weren’t directly attached to the film, she’d invited Evelyn and Peter.
However, someone she had not expected, arrived five minutes before they were supposed to start.
“Henry’s here,” said Peter, surprised.
Holly turned towards the door. Sure enough, Henry was standing in the doorway, shaking hands with McCall.
Peter stood up and crossed over to shake the man’s hand. As the two talked quietly, McCall approached Holly.
“I hope it’s alright that he’s here. Walsh had wanted to invite him. I’d intended to ask you-
“Of course it’s alright. There’s no bad blood between us as far as I am concerned.”
She caught Henry’s eye and he waved toward her smiling, albeit a little weakly. She smiled and waved back.
Peter returned to his seat beside Holly, people got comfortable, a few minutes later the lights dimmed and the movie started.
Holly could feel the jolt of nervous energy hitting her right in the gut and then spasming through her. It was halfway through the opening credits before she even realized that she had gripped Peter’s hand for nerves. But then the film was under way and at the end of the evening she couldn’t remember if she had let go or not.
She thought the movie was good. She thought it was suspenseful, tightly paced, and gripping. But then she was probably biased. She did cringe a little at first as she watched herself but then that was fairly standard.
But she wouldn’t trust her reaction until the movie was over and she could read the other’s reactions. Then she could breathe easy…only if it was alright of course.
When the movie ended there was one awful moment of protracted silence. And then Walsh let out the longest sigh of relief Holly had ever heard.
Evelyn laughed and clapped enthusiastically. “Well done Walsh! Well done everyone! It’s brilliant! You would never have known it was based on a Greek tragedy…and I mean that in the best possible way.”
Peter grinned over at Holly. “That was fantastic. You were fantastic. Congratulations.”
“You really liked it?”
“I did. It was brilliant. You should be incredibly proud.”
There was a happy murmuring going on between everyone. Holly turned to meet McCall’s eyes, wanting to telling him how much they all owed him but was startled to see that he was the only person in the room that appeared less than thrilled. In fact he was rubbing his forehead and looking inexpressibly tired and…troubled perhaps?
Had he not liked it?
Somehow the idea that McCall might not have liked it, of all the people present in the room, deeply upset her. After everything he’d done for the film, for Holly’s sake.
Whatever was bothering him, he seemed to sense Holly’s stare and a second later he was smiling at her, then heading over to compliment Walsh.
Henry was already shaking Walsh’s hand. “That was amazing. Better than anything I would have done. I’m so glad you agreed to work on Antigone. You were obviously the perfect person for it.”
Holly could hear Evelyn enthusing to Phryne. Everyone seemed to be saying how good it was. She and thought it was good too. But until she found out what was troubling McCall, Holly wouldn’t rest easy.