Roses on Stage

Two

Kings wanted the role. She was awake all night just thinking about it. But it wasn't like she could email them at three in the morning, they'd wonder what she was doing up so late, or if she was so weird that she just stayed up all night due to desperation. The sun slowly flooded into her small room, peeking through the curtains and onto the carpet, reaching her bed. It was always the days like these that seemed so warm just because of the sun, but when she stepped outside, she'd never get the feelings back in her toes. And yet, every morning –no matter how cold or hot it was– she went on a walk and got coffee. Or tea, depending on how tired she was. Today, Kings looked like she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, and yet she felt energized. Maybe it was because she was just excited about accepting the offer of being in a Broadway musical. Before the rush hour traffic made its way to the streets, Kings was ready and out of the house, a warm scarf wrapped around her so that she wouldn't freeze too badly. Winters in New York were never consistent, it would be cloudy one day, rainy the next, snowing at the same time as rain, then below freezing, making everything dangerous. But once it did snow, it was nice to see it on the trees and rooftops of the houses and apartments. Dogs playing in the snow was also unbelievably cute and comical to see, especially when they stick their faces in the white blanket, leaving their snout to be covered in snowflakes. Today, there wasn't snow, not where anyone could reach, mostly just on trees, houses, and cars that haven't been used in a few days. Kings didn't mind, it would be easier to walk to her little cafe and not risk tripping in the snow, spilling her coffee on the ground.

After her much-needed walk, she entered the small cafe. It wasn't all too busy, there were only a few people inside the shop, either already working away, having a small coffee date, or waiting for their order. Kings approached the counter, unlike most, she always knew what she wanted before she even entered through the door, before she even rang the little bell above the door, and before she was comforted by the smell of coffee beans and freshly made muffins. It was the familiar aroma that was better than her own blanket at home.

"Hello, how are you?" Kings greeted, moving the scarf from her mouth so that the barista could hear her clearly. "Could I please just get a small latte with a shot of espresso and just a hint of hazelnut please?" After paying, she stepped aside for others to get their coffee and took a seat at one of the empty tables while waiting for her drink to be ready. The window was foggy but clear enough to see the outside world. Without wanting her day to be consumed by the whole Broadway chaos, Kings began drafting an email from her phone. Once her latte was ready, she was comforted by the warmth of the drink, coziness of the shop, and the sound of Arctic Monkeys playing quietly in the background. Coffee was one of the simple pleasures, it was a moment of solace before the business of the day would begin. The satisfaction eased when Kings began the email, she started to get anxious again, hesitating. Determined, however, she began composing the email.

Good morning, Mr. Ivan Branch,

I hope this email finds you well. This is Kings Valdheer contacting you about the role in the Original Broadway musical: Gumball Machine. I am forever grateful for this opportunity and am pleased to say that I would love to accept this role as part of the ensemble.

I am thrilled to be part of this and look forward to the journey and arduous work ahead. Please consider this email as my formal acceptance. I can assure you with full confidence that my decision is made with truthful and pure enthusiasm and commitment.

Thank you once again for this incredible opportunity. I am excited to be part of the team.

Best regards,

Kings Valdheer

Content with her email, she scheduled the email for noon. With that out of her way, she slumped back in her chair, relaxing in the coloured cushions, allowing herself to fully listen to her surroundings. The quiet chatter of customers always had a sense of familiarity. It was so familiar that the time just passed without her really knowing. At noon, the email was sent, now she needed a reply, a confirmation, and then she'd get all the details and then the script. From this point on, Kings would love every second of her job. After she grabbed a bite for lunch, Kings headed back to her apartment, excitement taking over her body and mind.  

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sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
(also. i forgot to say. of course i wrote this about a musical.)

anyways
i wanna cry and scream and go murder something

when you're bored, what is your go-to thing to do?
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MWAH
kisses and croissants 💋🥐