A New Musical

15

 I stare at my bedroom tv, as Fran makes a witty joke to Mr. Sheffield. The Nanny is my comfort show, so it's fitting that it's the only thing that's been playing since the musical has closed. I haven't spoken to Mason in about two weeks. He's sent multiple texts, tried to call, and even sent roses to my house. I've ignored everything that he's sent, because I have no interest in talking to him. I'm not sure how he can recount the whole situation, he seemed to be pretty hammered the last time we even spoke.

Abby is 22 though, when I talked with her about everything. She said it's normal to have certain moments stick out, even when you're drunk. I always had this idea that you have no control when you're intoxicated. Which is partly true, Abby said your consciousness is there, just not your brain or right frame of judgment. Like you know that you're acting weird, and you'll want to say to yourself "Why am I acting this way, I need to stop being this way." Yet you continue to be this way. This really just sells the reasons as to why I don't like alcohol and the effects that it can have on a person. It was alcohol that messed up-

In the midst of my thoughts, I see my phone light up. Multiple messages are left unread, and it's been that way for the last couple days. The newest one is from none other than Mason Pierce himself. I can see from the preview what he's texted me this time.

[Mason]

Asher, I know you won't respond. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I'm a complete fuck up, and wish you could give me the chance to properly apologize. To show you how sorry I truly am. You are talented in your own right, and I wish we could talk.

Well wishing gets you nowhere Mason, nothing comes from wishing, I think to myself. Why I didn't want to get into anything, was for this exact reason. I always get hurt, and find out how yet again everything was not what I thought it was. I feel my eyes water up again, and pull the sheets closer to my face.

When I called Abby the day after everything had happened, she was quick to be on my side. She said I needed to ignore his ass, and focus on myself. She also reminded me how talented I am, and that I shouldn't doubt myself. I don't agree with her, cause clearly it took convincing from Mason to cast me for a role I wasn't meant for.

Mom comes barging through my bedroom door, "This needs to end Asher Rowan" she takes my remote and turns my TV off.

"Mom, knocking? Ever heard of it." I say irritated.

Mom whips around, death staring at me. "You came out of my body Asher, I don't have to knock for shit. You fucked my hoo-ha up, I earned being in here."

I don't even try to say ew, mom can read it on my face. "What do you want mom?"

"We're getting you out of here." She says, yanking the blanket off my body.

"I don't wanna." I pout.

"You don't have a choice Ash, you know you can stay here as long as you want. But you won't be moping anymore, it's time to go out."

I bury my head into my pillow, letting a crying noise out. Then I look at mom and sigh, "Where are we even going?" I ask.

"Just the store, get dressed. Now!" She demands, walking out of my room.

I was originally gonna go back to New York once the show concluded. But after everything happened with Mason, I decided it might be best to stay here for a little while. So I came back home, and told mom and dad what had happened. Mom felt horrible, but didn't have much to say. My parents told me that I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted, that's why I've been here for the last two weeks. I have wondered if Mason has thought about trying to stop by, and see me. But hopefully he knows better than to cross that line. It wouldn't be the right move for anyone to make.