Maroon (larry stylinson)

Rehearsal

ahh i haven't posted in foreverrr. i'm so sorry. i was busy with the holidays and all that entails but i'm back. i'll try my best to be more consistent with posting from now on.

I sat there on the floor of the stage. The rest of the cast and crew weaved through each other figuring out which lighting was best and where everyone should be standing during different parts of the show. I looked down at my script which laid on my crisscrossed legs. I had highlighted the lines that I was having trouble with and read them over and over again in my mind.

I looked up from my script when I heard a thump come from in front of me. Eleanor lay sprawled out on the floor.

"You okay El?" I asked.

"I didn't sleep a wink last night." She said as she rolled over and onto her stomach, her face getting squished by the stage.

"And why is that?" I questioned.

"Becky broke up with me." she said as tears began to prick her eyes.

"Oh El." I quickly moved over to embrace her. She sat up and hugged me back, placing her head on my shoulder. I soothingly ran my fingers through her long mocha hair. I pulled away to look at her in the face. Her face was stained with tears.

"Want to tell me what happened?" I asked, brushing a tear from her cheek. She nodded and tried to compose herself.

"She said that I was devoting too much of myself to the show and that I never had enough time for her." She began to sob again. "I just don't know what to do. She wants me to quit the show."

Eleanor can't quit. I can't do this without her. She's perfect for this role, this is her dream.

"Eleanor, I know you love Beth very much, but you need to do this for you. You made a commitment to yourself, me, and the rest of this cast. You need to fulfill that commitment. If she can't understand that and support that then maybe it's time to let her go." I pulled her back into our embrace.

"Becky." She laughed sadly.

"What?" I asked.

"Her name is Becky, not Beth. You're right though. I would've supported anything that woman wanted to do. I need to find someone to do that for me." She clung tighter to me.

"Getting a lot of work done?" A deep voice boomed.

I pulled back from Eleanor and looked up to find Harry staring down at us. He had his arms crossed and his face was stone cold. Eleanor and I quickly scrambled to our feet. Eleanor wiped her tears away vigorously.

"Where have you been? Rehearsal started an hour ago." I told him. He was so upset at the table read that no one had arrived early and yet here he was arriving an hour late.

"I've been in the light booth," he said pointing up at the large booth where a man with a white beard was messing with different colored lights.

The lights turned blue. The entire stage looked like it could be underwater.

"Oh." I immediately felt embarrassed.

The lights turned green. The stage resembled a lush forest.

"Now if you two are done with whatever that was, I would like to begin rehearsing the scene where Christine takes off your mask." Harry deadpanned.

The lights turned back to their original warm yellow hue.

"Yes, of course." I scrambled through my stuff that was currently littering the stage floor looking for my mask.

"Fuck." I muttered. I had been practicing with it in the mirror last night and must've left it at home. "I don't have my mask." I replied shyly.

"We have plenty in the costume department." Harry said nicely. He must've sensed my embarrassment.