everlasting
/ɛvəˈlɑːstɪŋ/
adjective
1. lasting forever or a very long time.
Living in New York isn't easy - the young student, Cassidy Steele, can sing a song about that. In addition to her art history studies at NYU, she works in a small diner to...
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⌞ ix. | ❝i'll go all sollozzo on you.❞⌝
IT WAS A SATURDAY EVENING, the gang, excluding Joey, had gathered in the audience of a theater and waited there for Joey's big performance as Sigmund Freud. Cassidy had sat to the left of Rachel and regretted her decision from the moment a stranger sat next to her, squeezing the brunette between Rachel and himself. Nervously she began to play with her rings and plucked her cream turtleneck sweater as the theater began to fill.
"Ooh! Look! Look! Look!" Rachel pulled her out of her thought. "Look, there's Joey's picture! This is so exciting!" she squealed and showed his picture around, which was printed in the program.
"You can always spot someone who's never seen one of his plays before," Chandler revealed, pointing his finger at her. "Notice, no fear, no sense of impending doom--"
Before he could continue, Cassidy leaned back on her uncomfortable chair as Chandler sat in the row behind her and stretched out her arm to slap his knee. "Would you stop being an ass?" she scolded him, warningly.
While the rest of the gang kept complaining about Joey's plays, it was Cassidy who admonished them every time and shot them glares. She knew that the attacks and complaints were mostly not about Joey directly, but about the horribly written plays, yet she felt like she had to defend her friend. He did his best, after all,and as long as it made him happy, nobody should ruin this for him.
"The exclamation point in the title scares me," Phoebe, who also read through the program, confessed. Cassidy didn't have to read it – she had gone through the whole script with Joey so many times (six times last night alone because he had been so nervous to make a mistake) that she probably had memorized every single line by now. "You know, it's not just Freud, it's Freud!"
The dimming of the light drew Cassidy's attention forward again, yet she didn't miss Ross' sarcastic comment, "Oh, shhh, shh. Magic is about to happen."
Cassidy didn't say anything about it, but looked at the stage where Joey was sitting in a chair, a woman lying on a sofa in front of him. Joey had told her before that they would glue a beard on him, but when she saw him, she could no longer suppress a grin. The full beard made her friend look at least ten years older, but still undoubtedly attractive.
"Vell, Eva, ve've done some excellent vork here, and I vould have to say, your pwoblem is qviiite clear," Joey said in a thick German accent. When the music set in, Cassidy wished she could say she didn't know what was coming, but when Joey jumped off his chair and started dancing and singing, it cost her every effort not to sing along, she knew the song so well by now.
"All you want is a dingle, What you envy's a schwang, A thing through which you can tinkle, Or play with, or simply let hang ... "
