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Chapter 5: Nine Months
"Hey, Kev. how is she doing?" Kirstin asked into her phone, hailing a cab.
"She's good. Her feet are the size of balloons so she isn't happy," Kevin replied with laughter in his voice.
"It'll all be worth it soon! So soon! I can't believe that she's due in two weeks!" Kirstin exclaimed as she climbed into the back of the yellow car.
"How's New York? I wish we could come see you in the show."
"It's so good. I missed New York so much. But I miss you guys like crazy. How is everyone holding up? I feel so distant."
"Mitch is working hard on his album. Matt and Sarah are excited for the wedding."
There was a heavy silence on the line for a moment, as they both tried to ignore the fact that they still knew nothing about Scott.
"That's great. Hopefully I'll be able to come back for a visit soon."
"I hope so. We miss you, Kirst. We'll talk soon. Okay?"
"Love you, Kev. Tell Leigh I miss her too!"
She hung up. Looking out the window.
This was supposed to be her dream, but she was admittedly pretty miserable here. She watched as it started to drizzle.
She hated the smell of New York City in the rain.
She realized that this wasn't really her dream, the more she thought about it.
Her dream was to be on Broadway, yes. But it was to be on Broadway while she was part of Pentatonix. With her group sitting in the audience, cheering her on.
She thought of her description in the playbill for the show. "Previous work includes multi-Grammy-winning a cappella group, Pentatonix."
She wished that she could take a sharpie and cross out "previous" in every single copy.
Mitch signed out of his Patreon page, feeling happy with the content that he had uploaded. His phone buzzed.
Matt: Check your IG.
Mitch's hands immediately began to shake as he poked the instagram icon. He scanned the top of the page, already knowing what he should be looking for.
A circle that he hadn't seen in nine months was staring back at him, and he barely registered his own whimper, his shaking finger hovering over it, wondering what was waiting there.
He took a deep breath as he clicked on it.
It was a sunset, clearly taken near Scott's home in LA. The caption was simple: Missed these.
Mitch whimpered as the story timed out. That wasn't enough. That wasn't nearly enough. He needed more.
Mitch: A sunset? A SUNSET? After nine months?
Matt: It's better than nothing.
Mitch groaned.
Matt: At least he's home...
Mitch couldn't deny that this did make him feel slightly better, knowing that the blond was close by again.
The question remained, however: Where had he gone in the first place?
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