Tell all your friends

Greed demons. Sigh. Right. Shay looked up and met his eyes, hers dark and serious. She considered him a moment. "You'll get it," she told him with utter confidence before she went back to her work polishing off another poster board and setting it aside. "You'll do fine, Lucas. This is Manta Carlos; there isn't much people are gonna think you're crazy for. Just show them you're a good guy, talk about important issues, and don't throw spiders at them. That's all you need to do.

"How about you vent all that want and passion into your speech like Klaus does? That gets him a following and Klaus is way insane."

She stood to stretch her legs and show him the posters, all done with different colors and techniques. If Shay were going to make things, she was going to make them differently each time.

Shay nodded. "I can and I will, yes. I'll work on them now. Feeling better?" He seemed like he was, which was good. Shay didn't feel nervous at the idea of giving a speech, though she'd never done one for a crowd larger than the average classroom. It had never made her nervous before, and she didn't even have to imagine people in their underwear.

"You're going to do great." She wasn't sure whether he would or not, because truthfully, Shay didn't know Luke well. She didn't know most of her family well, at this point. "Just remember, if you get nervous, imagine you're Klaus. If you don't have confidence just fake it."

Shay was silent, face flushed with emotion. A good fit? He was saying that to be nice, he must have, because Shay wasn't like most of them. She was weak and squishy and human. Lucas was happy with her for having helped him, but Shay thought it was going a little far when he told her she was an amazing addition to the family as a whole.

"Thanks," she muttered, hoping they wouldn't talk more about that than they already had. "So, I'm thinking you can make some statues to flip these posters around like those guys do on the sidewalk to advertise a business?"

Shay wondered if it was her lack of understanding that led her to believe this was all a little much. She wasn't an adult, and she wouldn't have considered herself a leader, so maybe she just didn't have the experience or intuition to understand what it took for people to come and rally. Still...

"Uh, sounds good. Did you want me to order it for you?" She was starting to feel like a secretary.

"Well, now that you bring it up, I could use your help. Maybe you could trace over something I've drawn? Make it look pretty, shade it, that kind of thing. When the elections are over we could have a sit down to discuss that."

Shay looked down to her hands, blushing. She wasn't a better drawer than Lucas, and she needed her work to look nice. That was important for what she was trying to do. "Also, I don't mind ordering the food. I said I was going to help you, you might as well let me do the mundane things."