Roses on Stage

Seven

All the show nights were just as good as the first one, everybody's hard work had really paid off. One of the last performances arrived, there was only one week left on Gumball Machine being on Broadway, it was both exciting and heartbreaking, Kings had developed an attachment to the musical, but she was ready to let it go and find a new one. An hour before the show started, Caspian was nowhere to be found, his understudy was getting ready into his costume, worrying Kings. Why wasn't Caspian here? Why did he tell her? Did something happen to him?

"What happened to Caspian?" Kings asked his understudy, Tristan.

"Alexa told me he won't be acting tonight," he shrugged, "but she said he was here, but I don't really know what that's supposed to mean. It sounds like she's trying to say that his spirit is here." He laughed a bit at the end of his sentence, trying to prove that it was a joke... But what if it was true? Kings sighed, pushing down all her worries and thoughts, she needed to focus, little did she know, however, that Caspian was in the audience, watching the musical from a different point of view, seeing Kings' raw talent from a different place. Once again, the audience started to trickle in, the show would be starting soon. To distract herself, Kings made small conversation in the wings with her fellow cast members. It didn't matter if Caspian was here tonight or not, she should be concerned about herself and do the best that she can, she can't control what he or anyone else does. The silencing audience was everyone's cue to be silent; quickly, the air was filled with the orchestra's sound. The show was starting again. The curtains opened, the lights went up, Tristan walked on stage.

Kings knew it was different with Tristan, but it didn't make it bad. She thought she did a fairly decent job, even with the ball of yarn in her mind with her tangled thoughts. At the end of the show, she didn't know what to do. Usually, she always waited for Caspian, he drove her home every night. But he wasn't here tonight. Since she didn't know what to do, Kings was one of the last ones to leave. It was rather warm outside, but there was a nice breeze to help cool it down a little bit. Suddenly, she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, making her turn around in a whirl. There he was, standing in front of her wearing a very well-fitted gray suit, a bouquet of roses in his hand, a gleaming smile playing on his face, pride in his eyes. Before Kings could speak, he handed over the roses with care.

"Hey."  

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ok. (yes I'm still talking about it)
originally, I was supposed to get a ride home with my friend but then some other things were arranged and she went with two other coworkers and I went with THE BOY (for those who don't know already or forgot, me and THE BOY are coworkers) 
ANYWAYS

he drove me home right (it was like a 15 min drive) AND AND AND get this HIS HAND. WAS ON. MY THIGH. hello butterflies
I was also wearing a skirt (aka my fav article of clothing... lucky boy) NOTHING GROSS GUYS. IM NOT LIKE THAT... i'd like to think I'm not a whore... am I a whore? T-T

ANYWAYS
he parked like by my house and I for real thought he was gonna kiss me in the car-
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH he's so cute-
UM
maybe I should put this in my rant book instead...
OKAY SEE THE REST THERE

MWAHKISSES AND CROISSANTS 💋🥐