New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 145- Arm Candy

I submerged my head entirely into the water of my shower.

The water muffled the sounds around me.

Except for the distant ringing of my phone.

I pull my head out of the rushing stream and let out a small gasp for air.

The device stops ringing as I pick it up and click the green button.

I smile when I hear the voice.

It's Kurt.

Kurt has kinda become my lifeboat since D is gone for now.

"Hey Kurt!"

He chatters on about Wicked auditions as I wrap a towel around myself and step out of the shower.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Charlotte, you have to attend this new party."

I roll my eyes.

Another party.

"I'm kind of partied out, Kurt."

He gasps.

"No. No. No. NO. You are not bailing on this one. It's like the biggest Broadway party of the year! They have it ever year."

He snickers to himself.

"It's a tradition! Even Barbara Streisand attended once!"

I sigh.

"Kurt? You had me at Barbara."

He laughs heartily.

"I'll see you then."

"Don't forget about being my arm candy."

He sighs.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

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"Charlotte!"

I bolt up and slash my knife at the figure sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Woah! Oops. Forgot about that."

Mitch chuckles.

I groan and put my knife on the nightstand.

"Do you...need something?"

She laughs.

I roll my eyes and kick her, causing her to topple off the bed.

"Yes!"

I stare down at the ginger on the floor.

"You need to get ready for that big party!"

I gasp.

"How did you know about that?"

She giggles and stands up.

"I don't know how it was in Tennessee, but word travels fast in New York."

I sigh.

"Why are you here? The party isn't for hours."

She rocks on her heels.

"I was wondering...."

She raises her eyebrows.

I put a hand up.

"No. No no no. You can't come."

She groans.

I give her a glare. She returns it.

"Almost every amazing actress that has gone took a friend."

A head jumped up from the other side of my bed.

"Or two!"

I laugh, stumbling out of bed.

"Do you have dresses?"

They look at each other.

I chuckle and lead them to my closet, pausing when I come across Katie's sweater.

I throw a purple dress at Mitch and a black studded one at Angel.

They shuffle into the bathroom.

I zip myself into the red dress, that I wore to the Tonys.

Mitch gasps.

"Charlotte! You can't wear that again!"

I groan and change into a short dress with white lace.

"It's difficult being famous."