New York, New York - Mike Faist

TWENTY-SEVEN

*jocelyn* opening night

"Jocey! You ready?" Mills asked me tying her shoes on

"Yeah. It's just weird. Every opening night I've had, my friends have been in the audience. Now, I'm alone." Jeez I got sappy

"Hey, you don't need them to perform amazing! I mean, you won a Tony! Just be you!" Millie rubbed my hand

"Thanks Millie. We better go. We have places in a few."

We headed to the wings and it was weird to not see Portia or Dani or Ella. Or Mike. I felt tears prick my eyes. No! I will not cry. This night is supposed to be joyus. And considering our show is only open for 12 weeks, I will make the most of it. The curtain came up and the show started.

.  .  .

We took our group bow and the curtain closed. I was exhausted. This old timey country dress was weighing me down and it was heavy and hot. The costume was completely authentic so we wore lots of layers. I hugged Millie and Nickie before heading back to my dressing room. Fortunately, I got my own as did most of the cast. Only the few dance ensemble had to share. I took off my makeup and hair after turning in my mic and costume.

Since it was opening night I decided to do stage door for a few minutes. I walked out and a smile grew on my face. I signed a few programs, posters, I took a few pictures, and went back inside. I grabbed my bag and said goodbye to everybody. I caught a taxi to my flat and collapsed on the couch. A few minutes of me scrolling through
Instagram all I saw was things about my opening night from friends and fans who attended.

Then, a knock at my door. More like a pound. I groaned lightly and stretched a bit.

"Coming!"

I walked to the door and pulled it open. Only to find that Mike was standing there. Why was he here.

"Why are you here?" My arms crossed across my middle

"I needed to explain myself. I needed you to love me again." He pushed past me into the apartment and I closed the door behind him

"Mike—"

"No!" He yelled, "You are going to listen to me! Okay? I have gone almost three months without you and I can't do more!"

"Okay." I sat on the couch and he stood in front of me

And he told his story. God, I felt bad. Really bad. My face must've resembled that in some way because he sat beside me.

"Mike. I am so sorry. I don't think I can say this enough."

"No, it's alright. You, you didn't know."

"It's not alright! I should've listened to you. If I did I wouldn't be here in London. I'd still be in New York with you and my best friends in grease!" Tears fell down my cheeks

Mikes hand reached up and wiped them away. I leaned into his hand for the first time in a long while. I cried harder snd eventually my head found its way into the crook of his neck.

"When you come back to New York. I will still be at Grease. I will beg Georgia for your role back." He assured

"Promise?" I sniffled and held my pinky out

"Promise." He locked his pinky with mine

I laughed and so did he. Eventually, we were back to normal. Back to Jike. That name will haunt me forever.

"Mike!" I realized something

"What?"

"You need to leave! You have a show today. Or tomorrow. I don't know which one."

"No I don't. I called my swing in for the next two days."

"What were you going to do if I didn't believe you."

"Trust me, you would believe me." I laughed and snuggled closer to him

I flipped on the t.v. to some random news station and saw they were covering the opening of Oklahoma!

"Hey that's me!" They showed me on stage

We watched the news until we both fell asleep comfortably in each others arms for the first time in forever.

A/N

Sorry guys couldn't stand them not being together. But be prepared for long distance struggles for the next couple chapters!