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As he came closer, pressing me further into the door, my breathing quickened. But I wasn't going to let him take all the satisfaction from this torture, so I attempted to keep a straight face.
"You're bon...
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"Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!" —3 Witches, Macbeth
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Three days later, we had our first rehearsal. The play, Evil In Your Eyes, was a romantic comedy set in the eighteenth century England. This period drama had to be executed with a lot of precision, since the people of England were still quite sensitive about it. And I had rightfully so, spent the last six months perfecting the script and each and every detail of the dialogues. The only problem in the whole deal was a man named Isaac Williams, and the only uncertain streak in this project.
This uncertainty made me anxious to the point where I would willingly offer to chop off all my hair so that I wouldn't have something to tug on whenever I get another one of those attacks. He was seriously fucking with the way I worked, constantly standing up to contradict me whenever I spoke, and was in general, being a major pain in the ass.
And I obviously didn't like it. It was torture, having to listen to all the bullshit he spewed so naturally and seriously, as if he was a newbie in the field. It was an even unpleasant situation when I had to go over all the rudimentary things over and over, while watching that satisfied smirk on his sharply cut face. I would have actually taken some time out to admire the beauty that his visage was, if only he wasn't such a fucking Devil behind that handsome facade.
As I reached the theater for the first time in six months, my stomach filled with a new kind of butterflies – the ones you get when you're extremely on edge. It was a normal phenomena for me whenever I entered the theater, but today, it was so intense that I could feel it's tingles all the way down to my ankles, making it hard for me to walk confidently. And God forbid what I would have to go through if anyone ever saw me walking like a weak, dependent girl.
However, a call on my phone succeeded in distracting me from my nerves. Quickly fishing out my phone from my bag, I saw it was from Aaliyah.
"Good morning babe! I heard today's your first rehearsal?" She chirped through the phone, making me roll my eyes.
It was fucking nine in the morning, on a cold spring day, and here she was, being all cheery and energized and enthusiastic. Typical Aaliyah.
"Why? Did you perhaps, hear about it from a certain someone?" I asked.
"Well, I had to drill some common sense and respect into the bastard, so I went over to his place and gave him a nice, thirty minutes long scolding. He really is a dumbass when it comes to women, you know?" She talked animatedly, while my chest swelled with pride and warmth. This woman had actually fought with her cousin for me.
