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4. unadulterated loathing

IDINAS POV

I wake up with a huge hangover. The clothes from yesterday are spread over my bed and i'm in nothing more than my panties. I sit straight up looking around the room and I breathe out in a relieve when I don't find some random man sleeping next to me. At least I didn't fuck up that bad. I take a look at the clock on my nightstand. 10 in the morning, not bad. I lean myself to the other side of my bed to take some meds out of my side table. I swallow the meds in and lay myself back on the bed. I try to think about what happened, but its all a blur. I remember signing my divorce papers right after I left the theater. I remember calling Jet to have diner and then everything went blurry. Jet! "Jet are you up?" A slightly hoarse yes comes from the living room. I get up and get myself under the shower. Once I get out of the shower I try to fix my face with some make up. It's 10 in the morning, so I have 4 hours to sober up and show up at the theater. I make my way to the living room where I find Jet on the couch. "Get up stupid! We have to clean up" I say as I pull him of the couch. He growls as he hit the ground. "How much do you remember?" I ask while making breakfast for the two of us. "Nothing, really everything is a blur" he sighs while taking in some meds. "I only remember having diner after I signed the papers and then we went to a club. And probably drank way to much based on both of our hang overs" He nods while I slowly eat my breakfast. "I just hope, I did not do anything stupid"

KRISTINS POV

It's noon when I make my way into the theater. I did not sleep at all last night. The bags under my eyes are probably huge and I'm hoping my sunglasses are covering it. The words Idina said to me on the phone were zooming in my head. A thousand questions I want to ask her, but I'm about 100 percent sure she won't even remember she called me last night. Maybe I will bring it up tonight after the show. I just can't look at her right now. After the longest time I finally make it to my dressingroom. I have two hours to get ready and try to focus on the show. 
Once I'm fully in hair, make-up and dress I start to get freaked out. I actually heard Idina passing by since her dressingroom is across mine. I feel like I'm gonna pass out. I'm trying to get myself down to earth, but my heart is pounding. It's 45 minutes before our call and all I can think of is facing Idina. Breathe Kristin, you have been doing this for 4 months now. One show won't make a difference.

IDINAS POV

loathing, unadulterated loathing

The music of 'what is this feeling' is playing and as every night I'm standing in front of MY Glinda. My lovely petit blonde Glinda. She is standing close to me looking up, but something is different. We're supposed to be looking eachother in the eyes, it's part of the play. But she seems distracted.

For your face
Your voice
Your clothing
Let's just say, I loathe it all!

What is happening. Is she okay? My brain is bringing up many questions i'd like to ask her at this moment. Come on dee, you doing a show focus!

Every little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure! So strong!

Her eyes don't sparkle. She is not bringing it. This is our song. The song were we tease eachother. The song were we run around eachother trying to get eachother out of our act. 

Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
Loathing you
My whole life long!

I can see her body relax as the other castmembers enter the stage for her part. I can feel my heart sting, she is not comfortable being alone on stage with me. What did I do?

Dear Glinda, you are just too good!
How do you stand it? I don't think I could!
She's a terror! She's a tartar!
We don't mean to show a bias
But Glinda you're a martyr!

Well, these things are sent to try us!

And ofcourse she nails her high note. I look at her in awe. She is beautiful in the white dress. It's simple but it's pretty. She is not even looking in my direction. Not one look

There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure, so strong!

This is the moment we end up next to eachother. I look at her and all she does is stroke her hair behind her ears. Trying to find the words of the song. We've been singing this song together for a long time and she is struggeling to find the words. Something is wrong

Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last all
And I will be loathing
For, forever loathing
Truly, deeply loathing you loathing you
My whole life long!

I'm backing up while singing my lines, but I'm not looking in any other direction than Kristins. We both know that the end of the song is coming. And still here I am trying to figure out what is on her mind. 

Unadulterated loathing

I can't really focus on the assemble singing all my brain can focus on is the petit blonde in front of me. I walk towards her and stop right in front of her. I can hear the music ending and I look at her. She is not looking at me

BOO!

For a split second our eyes meet eachother. I can't help but smile. Thank the lord for the green make up to hide my red cheeks. She screams, my laugh comes out, the lights fade and we end the scene.

Hi all,

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