Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic

Chapter 27 - Breaking News!

*Carm's P.O.V.*

It's been a month since the cast read. We've got everything blocked except Dead Girl Walking, which we purposefully left until last so that McCartan and I got to know eachother and got more comfortable in eachother's presence before we blocked a scene as risque as this one is. Yes, we've done the stage kissing stuff but that's a fair bit different than literally stripping down to basically your underwear onstage and having a sex scene. Right now, the only things keeping Jon sane about this scene are the fact that McCartan is currently happily engaged, and that it's acting. I'm crazy about Jon, i've had to reassure him several times now that it's just acting. He knows it too, it's just the voice in the back of his head going nuts. He's trying, and I greatly appreciate it. He's arriving back in town tomorrow! He's here for a a few days to hang out with me when I'm not working. Meanwhile, McCartan and I have formed a solid friendship. So, upon listening to instruction from our choreographer Gina, it seems absurd that we have to be totally serious in this song which is about a girl breaking into this boy's house at 2am to wildly fuck him because she's mad at her friend. Seriously. It's so funny.

'Slap me, pull my hair, touch me there, and there, and there,

No more talking,

Love this dead girl walking.' I sing, full volume. This is our last run for the day, and then we go home, and thank GOD, because I'm tired as all hell.

'Alright! That's enough for today, thank you both for staying the extra two hours. It means we can crack into our first full run-through tomorrow, which is exciting.' grins Gina, clearly happy we finally nailed it, and I can repeat the sentiment.

'Okay, cool! Can I get off him now?' She nods in response. How we're positioned at the moment is that he is sitting down, legs in front of him, and I sit facing him, on top of him, or, *ehrm*, his dinglehopper. Thank goodness fabric is in the way. At least we don't do this in costume quite yet, I guess?  I stand up, brush myself off, and walk on over to my bag on the other side of the rehearsal space.

'Thanks Gina! Wow, one month since the cast read.'

'Yeah, and five months until we open.' Gina shakes her head smiling in disbelief.

'You're doing really well by the way. I really like the choreography for Candy Store. Makes me want to be a Heather somewhat. Anyway, I've gotta go! My bed awaits me.' Gina nods in response, and I walk on out the doors, and look around for a taxi. Strangely enough, none are around, so as I'm pulling out my phone to get an uber, when I hear a voice behind me.

'Hey! Carm! Wanna share a ride?' I turn around to see McCartan behind me, rehearsal bag hoisted over his shoulder.

'Sure thing!' I respond. McCartan lives about two blocks away from me while we're here which is quite convenient, so sometimes if we get out of rehearsal at the same time, we share a ride. Today is one of those days. Before long, a car pulls up, and we pop in. We're laughing for a while about what went wrong in rehearsals that day - hilariously missed cues, costume malfunctions, things of the like, when his phone goes off, the name 'fiancee <3' appears on the screen. He mumbles something along the lines of 'sorry, gotta take this.' I try my hardest not to eavesdrop on his conversation out of respect for him, but it's quite difficult when you're in the same car. His voice starts off happy, but then all of a sudden he goes quiet and small. He faces the window of his side, hiding his face from me.

'Talk? What does talk, mean, exactly?' There's a pause as he waits for her to reply, and I realise exactly what this phone call is.

'No, I'm not at my apartment, rehearsal ran late, I'm currently in an uber with Carm. What is it you wanted to say?' Oh, my god. Ryan's getting dumped by his fiancee over the phone while I'm in the car.