My Stepdad Andrew Rannells

Chapter 2

The whole drive to the Walter Kerr theatre, I couldn't help but remember my vivid fantasies about the entire cast.

When we arrived, I was a little ashamed that my pantries were dripping from my thoughts. Though, that ashamness was quickly go away.

My stepdad, Andrew Rannells, went backstage to get ready while I sat in the audience.

The show was great, it's was so hard not to reach down and please myself. I almost moaned during What More Can I Say from seeing Christian broela irl with his shirt off.

When the show was over I went backstage and greeted the cast awkwardly, trying to hold in my feelings. I was obviously off though, because while my stepdad, Andrew Rannells, was singing playbills at the stage door, the rest of them ask pulled me aside.

"What's up with you?" said Christian, learning into my face. I didn't know what to answer.
At this point I was so wet that I was soaked through my quirky ripped jeans.

The cast looked at eachother. They knew. Suddenly, I was pulled into a dressing room.