One Last Kiss

|Chapter 29|

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Deep breathes, deep breathes. Bull crap, I’m freaking out! Tonight was the premiere of the musical. Everyone was on edge backstage. I was already changed and ready to go. Deep breathes are not going to help me now. And to top things off Derek isn’t here. I tried calling him but he didn’t answer his cell phone. Lets just say I left him a unfriendly message. All at once I wanted to cry or laugh off my nerves.

          “Hey,” Rebecca said, rubbing my back. “You’ll do great. No sweat.”

          I was sitting on a wooden bench that was a prop backstage. I had my head in my hands and breathing heavily. I ran my fingers through my hair before straightening up. “It’s too late for the no sweat part. I’m like an overweight man running on a treadmill. Do I have pit stains?” I asked, holding my arms up and looking at Rebecca with desperation.

          Rebecca looked at me like I have two heads. She lowered my arms and cupped my face with her hands. “No you don’t. Stop making yourself nervous. You’ll be great!”

          I glared at her, “Where’s Derek? Is your mom dying tonight? I didn’t think so!”

          Rebecca smiled and wiped away a strain of hair from my eyes. “Anna, honey, you need to calm the fuck down!”

          I was acting like a weirdo wasn’t I. I nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m sorry.” Rebecca removed her hands from my face and I looked forward. Stage crew members were putting the set together and fellow actors where rehearsing lines. “Who’s all coming tonight?” I asked, deciding it’d be best to change the topic.

          “Landon, Riley, Melanie, Jake, and Brooke,” Rebecca says. “So everyone. Jake told me to tell you to break a leg and not to worry about, you know who, until later. This is your night to shine. Don’t let anyone else ruin it.” I smiled and so did Rebecca. Jake is awesome. “And Landon says to kick ass.”

          I chuckled before it subsided. “Do you know where Derek is?”

          Rebecca was silent for a while, giving me my answer. “He texted me to tell you good luck. He’s busy tonight and isn’t going to make it. Porter will take his place tonight.”

          My stomach dropped and I felt like throwing up. “He’s going to expect me to kiss him Rebecca. How can Derek do this to me?” Nervous and angry tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. “How can he?” I whimpered, burying my face in my palms.

          “Please don’t cry,” Rebecca pleaded, rubbing my back again. “Please don’t. Derek is sorry and talk to Porter beforehand. He’ll understand.”

          I laughed humorlessly, “You know Porter just as well as I do Rebecca. He will not just…not kiss me. He’ll cherish it and throw it in Derek’s face! I swear, you are so naïve sometimes!” I get to my feet and storm off to the bathroom in the green room.

          I went into the bathroom, feeling overheated and trapped. My breathing was uneven and I felt my lungs closing in. I needed to get out, I needed some air. I went to the sink and splashed some water on my face. I kept crying and crying, my makeup ruined now. I collapsed into the floor. Why am I so overly emotional? Something is wrong with me.

          After my meltdown I reapplied my makeup and walked up to backstage. Rebecca was there but I ignored her. I wanted to be alone at this time. Unfortunately, Porter didn’t want me to.

          “How’s it going?” Porter said, smirking as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

          My stomach flipped and I pushed him away with all I had. Porter stumbled back and nearly fell down—damn. “You are a compulsive jackass! I can’t stand you and the only reason I’m going on stage tonight is because I have to. So piss off and leave me alone. I’ll try not to puke when I’m on stage with you.”

          “I wonder what Derek will think when I’m kissing his girl,” Porter said, thinking he got the best of me.

          “If you kiss me, I’ll punch you in the fucking face,” I seethe. “And I don’t care if it’s in front of all these people.”

          Porter smirked, “See you on stage Annabelle.”

          My teeth grinded against each other. I hate him so much.

          Every time I was on stage with Porter I tried to keep a smile on my face. I should win an award for how I kept it together. When porter would wrap his arms around me during a song I felt pile rise in my throat. The whole time all I could think about was where was Derek and if my mom was enjoying my show. Will she wait to say how well I did or will she go straight to that lady? I hope she waits; I want to try one last time to stop her.

          Now, it’s the last scene. Where Porter is supposed to kiss me. I walked back on stage and the curtains opened. Porter was supposed to walk out now but instead it was Derek. How the hell could he do that? Porter must be tied up in a janitor closet somewhere. I stood awestricken as Derek walked over to me. Even though he missed almost all of the show, I’m glad he came for this scene.

          I smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around me. “Sorry I am late,” he whispered, low enough so his microphone wouldn’t pick up but loud enough so I could.

          “As long as you’re here now.”

          Derek brushed hair behind my ear and smiled lovingly down at me. “I love you,” he whispered.

          And then he kissed me.