I used to love walking in Central Park at night. It gave a sense of home and silence. The quiet was an important factor, especially after shows. I adored the cheering attention of the audience, don't get me wrong, but hearing that 8 times a week really does something to your ears.
That's where The Route came in. Every night after I finished performing my show-stopping Broadway hit, "Ashes in the Moonlight", I finished up backstage, made my greetings, and headed off. Down the street I would go, beginning The Route.
The Route was simple. I would take a few alleys and back roads to get to Central Park, then walked around until I wanted to go home. It was a faulty plan, but it kept my mind in solitude, like I liked it.
I'd walk home to my minuscule apartment and be greeted by my roommate, Bea. (Her real name was Beasley, but she didn't like people calling her that). "Hey Lay! How's the old leg?" She asked me that every night, per tradition. It was a habit for her. Before I left for a show, she'd always yell, no matter where she was, "Break a leg, Lay!" When I got back, she'd always ask me that same, age-old question. "Hey Lay! How's the old leg?" She was quirky like that, and her weird idiosyncrasies made her unique.
I loved my nightly schedule. The Route was a fool-proof way to get my cherished alone time, or so I thought. I learned I was wrong the hard way.
[Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter!]
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