The Time of Our Lives.

Barbra

"Margaret just got told she can't have custody over her own child! She can't be happy, be angry! Shout, scream, same thing but still get angry!"
The director's loud, agitated, thick Russian accent looked over the backstage of the theatre over at Barbra, as he saw she was having problems getting into character. Barbra's mind was somewhere else completely separate from the theatre it was on more something she held dear to her heart... love, yes love. She had been under loads of stress about her and George's marriage, as well as realizing the fact she was marrying into a well-respected very important political family.
"Sorry Harry what were you saying?" she softly replied still in a midst of her unfocused thoughts, slipping slowly back to reality. Harry's eyes rolled over a few times before deciding to not cast any blame of laziness toward the young girl. He, himself, was young once; he knows what it's like to have a lot in his plate, hesitant but sure in his decision. Sighing and crossing his arms, his voice full of sympathy with a mixture of worry, Harry says "Get some rest kid just remember to breathe, don't stress yourself out too much... we'll continue next time." She frowned slightly grabbing her black bag and going to her dressing room, changing out of her floral dress into a plain white sweater, black trench coat and black pencil skirt... her black metallic heels clanging gently as she walked away.
Barbra hailed herself a cab entering inside taking a seat and the cabbie asked her, "M'am where are you going?" She smiled a bit saying, "Take me to the apartment complex right behind the theatre, it's across a bakery." He followed her directions, occasionally asking to make sure of the location. He pulled up in front of a sidewalk, letting her bid her farewells and good night. She walked up the long stairs hanging on to the metallic railing, approaching her door and opening it. She sets her bag down on the ground before locking the door from the inside and she's sitting on the floor, bursting into tears. She didn't know if she wanted to really marry George; did she really love him? Is it the right thing? Should she find someone else and go against her family... and their support and approval of George? For years she tried to escape her golden child: never getting into trouble, a straight A student multitalented and here she was free from her father's control to be her own person. But George, well she did not know what to do about him. There are many things about George she finds amazing: his confidence in her how he would tell her to always go after her dreams and that he is behind her 100 percent. However she worries what if he goes into politics like his father and becomes a workaholic and they never talk and she ends up getting a divorce.