Love Is Love

If you see him in the street...

Stacy's POV:
20 years of hard work and here I am. Sigh. Working as a costume designer in the musical Miss Saigon seemed like a dream, but once the designs are finished the job is done and just like that you are no longer required. As a child my dream was Broadway, the lights, applause and stage-dooring every show. Paradise. Half-way there I am in West End. Less than half way I suppose. Not even acting! I pride myself as a good actor: I can sing, dance and act well but I cannot speak up without seeming selfish so instead I keep my head down. Maybe next time... I think. A few times I almost mentioned it, such as when a bunch of ensemble actors were talking about their music grades and how their teachers 'had no clue they were face to face with a star'. I was grade 6 singing then and they were grade 2. Now I'm grade 8 and they quit their lessons. How time's change.
I typed the code into the stage door and I was in. I wish I could feel the acting buzz when the stage door opens but it's not the same. Not when you pretend you are something you aren't. After climbing three flights of stairs I finally sat down at my desk and exhaled heavily.
"Tired?"
"Exhausted."
It was my friend Sammy, she has been my co-worker since day one and I couldn't ask for anyone better. She knows when something's up and can easily tell me whether my design is even possible to make. I remember the time I thought the engineer should have huge ribbons flowing from his suit, that was before she told me that other actors were on stage too and would step on the material. I was a trainee then and I feel I've gathered no experience from my time here. Despite everyone saying my art was so clear and amazing all I could do was think of a million mistakes on it and that life would be so much easier if I were an actor but, to do that means to step forward, and to step forward means to risk getting fired or becoming a laughing stock. I still haven't decided which one of those is worse yet. The job has good pay and I'm barely coping in the outside world.

*Time skip to end of work. Brought by Lin in London whaaaaaaa?!*

Finally. As I walked outside I tried to hail a taxi but it passed straight away completely drenching me in puddle water. Great. I heard the drivers raucous laughter followed by loud shouting and a slam of the car door from somebody refusing to pay the taxi driver for their lift. Now the driver began to shout back through the window, swearing and eventually driving off, shooting his customer the middle finger.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!"
The man screamed after the moving car while jogging towards my soaked figure.
"Are you okay?"
Lin. Lin-Manuel Miranda. What. The. Hell?!
"U-uh yeah t-to-totally fine thanks."
"You sure?"
I nodded and backed away quickly in shame. I thought being an actor and all meant I'd have no problem chatting to celebrities but clearly I thought wrong. It seemed to be a lot harder than that. I heard Lin shouting after me to slow down or even stop as I ran away but I couldn't. Meeting a star like him, I planned it to be way more sincere and professional, not me head to toe in puddle water and a stuttering mess. Feeling the wind rush through my hair I sped up as Lin's voice drew fainter behind me. Freedom was closer with every step but I slowed when I got closer to my neighbourhood. These were not nice people and not any of these people took a liking to me. I need to record every conversation I have at the front door in case someone tries to hurt me, well, that's my decision. I was never told to that but it seemed more logical than blindly opening the door in a place like that. It didn't make sense not to.

Lin's POV:
What did I even do to make her leave? I wanted to know if the girl was alright and she ran off. She looked a mess to be completely honest. I was going to offer her to come round mine to warm up and have a cup of tea but I guess not all people are open to such invitations. I proceeded to still chase her despite being so far away but I wanted to see where she went. I felt like the biggest stalker but there was some sort of magnetic force around her, I couldn't resist wanting to know more and more about her personality. Despite being drenched she looked beautiful. No Lin. Shut up. You love Vanessa. You have always loved Vanessa. She loves you. Do not let one girl interrupt this. Vanessa is way out of your league and you are lucky to have her. Ignoring my thoughts I had to know more about his girl, even her name would be a breakthrough. Running between each street my legs begged for me to give up and walk back but curiosity prevailed until eventually I saw her unlock the front door to her house. I didn't like this place already, it was one of those places you simply didn't want to go near because of its looks. The nicest people could live there but you still don't go near. She slipped through the door as I leant my head against a nearby lamppost. Now I've gone all this way, why am I so nervous about going and knocking on the door? I'm a Broadway actor for heavens sake! I shouldn't have nerves anymore! I never was nervous about Vanessa... Who is this girl and how has she so suddenly taken over my life?

AN: This is an edit of the previous chapter and I hope you enjoyed the extra information. See ya in the next chapter!