The Acting Project

4 1/2 Months Later

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4 ½ months later-

    4 ½ months goes by fast. Everyday or almost everyday I talk to Harry. For 2 weeks I can’t talk to him. He is on vocal rest for a few days and the others we are on completely different time schedules. I miss him. He has sent me an email that in a few months he will come visit me.

    I have been to Paris a couple times since I left London. Just to visit and get some of my things, I haven’t decided if I’m done with Paris or not. I might still go back. I went to Professor Jones’ funeral. It was nice, only a few friends and all of his students show up. Most of them didn’t know he was dying. I speak at his funeral; I just said a few words. I have the same dream almost ever night, where he says to me over and over, “I think you are so good, I wish you would come to the front of the class and teach me.”

    I went to my classes at the college. I got my recommendations letters from all of my professors. I didn’t see Charlie once, which I was happy about. I was in a clothing commercial. Fancy right? Sarcasm my dear Watson.

    These months have gone by fast and slow at the same time. Last time I talked to Harry they were flying in the states for a few shows. No where near NY where he could meet and he didn’t think would have any free time. The publicist Grace has been creepin me out. I’ve gotten more stalker letters; she has been starting rumors about me. Oh joy!

    It’s a Friday. 4 ½ months from when I left London and I last saw my boyfriend Harry. Today Camille says she wants to take me out to lunch. We go to my favorite restaurant in Central Park. It’s right by this big open area in the park. Its very Sex and the City.

“So have you talked to Harry lately?” She asks me.

“Yeah I talked to him a few days ago.” I sigh. I miss him I do.

“Is he coming to town any time soon?”

“He didn’t think so.” I say.

“How is that crazy publicist?” She laughs.

“Crazy?! She’s been sending me creepy letters.” She is not just crazy, she is all five levels of the mental asylum.

“Again?” I nod. “Well she’s a crack pot.” More like a crack head.

“I agree. Hey is there Shakespeare in the park today because look at that crowd.” I point to the big open space.

“Wow-no they have a stage. I don’t think it’s a play. Hey look there is an Entertainment Tonight sign.” She points.

“Where?” I look around for it.

“Next to stage,” She says. “I bet they are having an interview.”

You can’t hear them, but you can make out the figures. I wonder who it is.

We are finishing up our lunch, when Camille drops her fork and knife on the ground.

“What’s wrong.” I ask.

Her jaw is dropped and I can’t tell what she is looking at.

“Camille, you have to tell me what’s wrong.” I say very slowly so she will comprehend. 

She points toward the stage. I look over there.

“Yeah the stage.” I take a closer look. We aren’t that far from the stage.

 I see him from across the park standing on that stage. It’s Harry and Nobody’s Business across the park on that stage.

“Harry. It’s Harry. Harry.” I barely manage those few words.