MOULIN ROUGE! meets magical GATSBY
On a mystical island off the coast of NYC, the Revelle family keeps food on the table by dazzling tourists with hypnotic drinks and acrobatic spectacles. When the booze runs dry, their young star must pull off her most dangerous feat yet: enchant a powerful bootlegger into believing they’re in love before his rival family destroys hers. After she mistakenly charms a dashing pauper—then falls for him—she’ll have to choose which to save: her family or her heart.
It was our first show of the summer, and if fate had its way, it would also be our last.
The energy in the theater crackled with anticipation as my family made final preparations. While I stacked the champagne flutes in a sparkling pyramid, my uncles swept wind-blown sand between the floorboards, the scratching of their brooms drowned out by giggles in the mezzanine. The littlest Revelles huddled there, plucking cockroaches from the torn velvet upholstery. With a bit of booze, and plenty of magic, an untrained eye might mistake the Big Tent for a classy establishment.
I uncorked the champagne, but instead of shimmering gold, a clear, dull liquid dribbled out.
Watered down. Again.
With a sigh, I crossed the theater, narrowly missing a burst of fire. My flame-throwing cousins snickered, and I threw them a faux glare.
Nana paced behind the bar, her crimson sequined gown flaunting the cleavage I should have inherited. As I approached, her topaz eyes widened. “The champagne’s kicked?”
“I’m sure there’s more,” I lied. This was our backup supply.
“We’re nightwalkers, not magicians! We can’t be as dry as a nun’s—”
“Easy, Nana.” Fixing my smile, I stole a glance at the others. “Uncle Wolffe and I have a plan.”
More like a Hail Mary.