Anthony Ramos x Reader

Hollywood

It was rare Lin was wrong. But he was wrong. It took less than 48 hours to get to California.

The bus screetched to a stop and we got out, Lin first, pushing our way through the crowd that formed.

I hearded the clicking of cameras and many reporters. But my heart came to a stop when I heard one question. "So, Anthony, I heard you and Jasmine broke up. Who is it that you have your eye on?"

I looked confused at a teenager who had stood at the edge of everyone. Yes, I was clinging to Anthony's arm like a koala because I was afraid of getting lost, but I didn't think she was talking about me.

I pulled out my phone and sure enough, the first post on Anthony's Instagram was a picture of him and Jasmine with the caption "Im so sorry it had to happen like this. I still love you Jasmine, I hope you don't hate me for this. I know we just broke up, but my heart is waiting for someone to realize im not just her fantasy."

Then I was sure. He was talking about me. That's when I felt my heart beats escape my throat.

I tried not to think about that post as we pushed our to the theater. Once we were inside, the rest of the cast waited there. They seen me and cheered.

"You must be Y/n!" Philipa Soo, or Eliza if you will, came up to me first. She locked me in a hug which I returned.

"And you're Philipa. Philipa Soo?"

She shrugged. "Call me Pip or Pippa. Everyone in this show is family, and you are family now."

I looked at Anthony, who just nodded. Pippa took backstage and showed me where everything is, in case I wanted to know. She gave me a script book and I sat down in the audience.

They danced around on stage for a while and before long they were in Act two. I felt hot tears cloud my eyes and replace the ones that had already rolled down my cheek as everyone in black collected onstage and they sang "The Hamilton's move uptown and learn to live with the unimaginable."

I silently cried at Philip's death. Then, in the middle of the song, I felt a hand grab mine. I look over to see Anthony, comforting me during this 'crisis'. I smiled and wiped my face on my sleeve.

"Hey, Philip, shouldn't you be onstage?" I motioned toward the stage and giggled quietly.

"Philip is gone. He died. Can't you tell that by the depressing monologue? Im Anthony, by the way."

I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder.

I looked back up to the stage to see Jasmine eyeing us from the back. When our gaze met, she smiled. She didn't really look upset.

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I found myself crying again as the curtains closed on everyone. I clapped as loud as I could as the music ended and everyone stopped. Normally, they would go backstage and change quickly and then do their bows, but there wasn't really an audience, so they didn't have to.

I got up and walked to the end of the stage, wiping my eyes on my sleeves. I sniffled and looked up at Lin, who smiled and dropped to the stage to sit.

"Whacca think?" Lin asked, looking up in admiration at the theater. "We are a bit rusty."

"It was beautiful." I sniffled again and hopped on stage next to him.

I heard the clicking of heels and turned to see Jasmine, smiling and messing with her hair. When I looked at her, she wasn't looking at me, or Lin, or anyone on stage. I turned my head to her point of view . She was staring at Anthony.
Who was staring back.
Who was smiling at her.
And they were both holding their phones.
I was just confused.