Charlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York.
Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows.
She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top.
S...
People push and shove, but I slip through smoothly.
The theaters are lit up and dazzling.
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Yea bitches I went to NYC
The Richard Rodgers theater catches my eye.
I smirk.
I met Charlotte here.
It seems like yesterday.
But yesterday seems like years ago.
I brush away tears with my sleeve.
It's so damn cold in New York.
I'm such a fuckup.
I ruin every good thing that is ever given to me.
I just should stop accepting good things.
A song wanders into my brain.
It's the song from when I proposed to Charlotte.
"Five drinks in on Friday night, only came to dry your eyes, and get you out of your room. Baby we could take a ride through the night and sing along to every song that's on the radio in the back of a taxi cab."
People run into my shoulder.
The shoulder.
That reminds me of that call.
"Addie?"
She hung up.
I stared hatefully at myself in the mirror. I stared at the hideous thing I have become.
My hair was tangled and oily, my eyes were glossy and dark, my face was pale, and my eyebrows formed a scowl on my face.
Where are you Charlotte?
I glanced over at Charlotte's Hamilton calendar.
Three days.
No Charlotte.
I should have gone with her.
Where did she even go?
What if she's hurt?
Or worse?
I shake my head, clearing terrible sights.
I pick up my phone and dial her number one more time.
It rings exactly five times. Someone answers.
Someone answers.
Someone answers.
I clear my throat and my head.
I gasp, allowing tears to run into my mouth.
I cough.
A woman stands in front of me with a concerned expression.
I wave her away and trudge back to the Gershwin Theater.
Addie is standing under the sign.
"She originally wanted to be in Wicked."
Addie nodded.
"Stop sounding so depressing. She's not dead."
I chuckle sarcastically.
"That's what we thought last time too."
Addie stayed silent.
"France huh?"
She laughed.
"That's a long way away. Just to...get up and leave."
I scoff.
"You went to fucking Australia. She just wants to be home just like you did. You're not the only one with emotions, Addie."
She remains quiet.
For possibly the first time in history, New York is silent.
