I don’t know what to do. Do I act like I know Mrs Thema or do I just pretend like we have never met? How would Heather react? Maybe if we just ignore the situation it will just go away.
“Rohi, Elizabeth and I have already met,” Mrs Thema.
“You have?” Heather asks with a puzzled expression.
“I was going to tell you this after the show but there is no time like the present,” Mrs. Thema begins, “I’ve decided to direct the Melody Jones movie.”
“That still doesn’t explain how you know each other.”
Mrs Thema looks towards me, “You didn’t tell her?” I shake my head and she turns towards her daughter, “Heather, Elizabeth is playing Melody Jones.”
Heather turns to face me, “You said your weren’t Meryl Streep.”
“I am not Meryl Streep. I am Elizabeth Green.”
Heather pulls me into a hug, “Yeah right, Meryl. Congratulations, now you really deserve a milkshake.”
I break our embrace, “As long as there’s extra whip cream.”
“I would hate to break up this wonderful moment,” Mrs. Thema says, “But We all need to go to our seats.”
We all usher our goodbye and Heather leads me through the theater. She hands a boy wearing a red suit and bowtie out tickets and he escorts us to our seats. The theater is nearly full but we has seats near the isle so they are not a hassle to find.
We sit down and I turn towards my date, “What play are we seeing?”
“If I’m being honest, I do not remember. I don’t even know what type of show it is.”
“This should be interesting.”
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The curtain closes on the performance and it was interesting to say the least. A bored housewife cheated on her husband and ends up killing her lover after he doesn’t get her her dream job. She goes to jail, fakes a pregnancy, and gets off scot free. Then to top it off there are a few musical numbers and extremely revealing costumes.
“I wasn’t expecting a musical,” states Heather.
“Chicago is a classic and it is female led so I enjoyed it.”
“It was entertaining but wish the women wore more clothes.”
We stand up from our seats and so Heather and I can stretch.
Heather pulls out her phone and quickly sends a text, “Hey do you mind if we make a pit stop? I told my brother I would come back stage after the show.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
Heather leads me through a different door than where we came and it’s labeled, ACTORS AND STAGE CREW ONLY. We go down a set of concrete stairs and stop when we reach another door labeled, DRESSING ROOMS. As soon as we push through the door we are greeted by women in basically nothing scrambling around. We weave through the commotion until we reach a dressing room with a gold star with the name Carter written on it in black sharpie. Heather opens the door without knocking and there is a raven haired young man standing in the middle of the room wearing only a pair of boxers. I awkwardly turn away from the man and attempt to ignore the sight in front of me.
Heather attempts covers my eyes and addresses the half naked man,“For the love of God put some clothes on, Carter.”
The sound of Heather’s voice causes the boy to jump and knock a vase of flowers onto the dressing room floor, “You were supposed to text me when you were coming down.”
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OUT (Girl X Girl)
Teen FictionThe most epic coming out story the world has ever seen. Well, at least high school has ever seen. *Warning the book contains snarky remarks, a lot of fucking cursing, characters that you'll want to punch in the face, extreme awkwardness, and a coupl...
