THREE

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by xorein

by xorein

*eight week timeskip*

After a long and hard eight weeks, Les Miserable was ready to hit the stage. And tonight is opening night! I was sat in the wig room with a few other cast mates getting my wig on. It felt weird being on this side of the production. After my wig was secure I headed back to my dressing room. I sat in my chair and did some vocal exercises before I heard places being called. I walked to the wings with one of my other cast mates laughing and conversing quietly in a whisper.

. . .

I was stood in the wings out of breath and a couple beads of sweat rolling down my face. Then, I ran out downstage and stood. I looked at the audience with a huge smile before taking my bow. On my way back up however, I saw my favorite people in the whole world. My newsies! My smile somehow grew larger as I blew them a kiss, although it was more directed at Mike but I'd never admit that. I stepped back and clapped for my cast mates as they bowed. After a minute or so we all walked to the front and took our group bow.

Once again I saw my boys and waved at them. They all waved back with giddy smiles before the curtain dropped. I was so happy in that moment. I'd made my return back to the stage and saw my favorite people after not seeing them for eight long weeks. I made my way to my dressing room exhausted and happy. I quickly changed out of my costume, turned my mic, costume, and wig in before leaving for the stage door. I exited and saw some cast people out there already but the screams got louder.

I waved at the crowd and began signing playbills and taking pictures. Somewhere in the middle of the group I saw my boys! I laughed out of surprise and pulled a couple into a hug.

"Jocey! You were so good!" Tommy said

Most said words like that but one stayed silent. Of course, Mike. I walked towards him with a giddy smile. He returned that and held his playbill out to me. I signed the front and added a little extra. My phone number. Wow, I'm bold. I apologized to my group and went back inside the theatre to collect my things.

. . .

I was sprawled our across my couch scrolling through Twitter when I got a text.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Jocelyn?

I smiled.

mikey

Mike?
Thank god, it's you
I thought I put in the wrong number

Nope it's me
You were so good tonight!
I don't think I've ever heard you sing before

Thank you so so much I was nervous for y'all to come
I'm sorry but I have to ask, how's the new photographer
She doesn't measure up to you