You Learn To Live Without || Chenzel Story

9. curtain call

Possible trigger warning.
Just keep in mind that it's fiction and that it's not real.

KRISTINS POV

Everybody turned their heads when she opened the door . Her green make up spread all over her face, her hand into mind and a shy smile on her lips. Her first time as Elphaba. I mean she has been rehearsing for a few months now, but it's her first time being green. Soon enough everybody gathers around her being amazed by the way she looks. I step back a few steps and watch her from a little distance. The cast is cheering, praising and complimenting her. She smiles shyly as she takes in the kind words. All I can do is look at her. How even is it possible to look that good being green. The cast keeps showering her in compliments as she makes her way back to me. "You're ready to dance?" she asks me. For one second I'm confused but then I realise that we're rehearsing the prom dance today. I nod my head and take her hand. We make our way to the middle of the room. She smiles as she starts making these akward moves causing me to giggle. "This is gonna be a long day" I can sigh Joe say in the background. "Yes but a long day together'" is all I can think. Together.

I snap out of my thought as I hear someone snapping their fingers in front of me. "15 minute call" the production assistent says. I smile and nod. I smile at the memory of dee her first green time. I still can hear her say "let's go freak everybody out" and I still can hear her laugh at the first sight of herself in the mirror. Oh I miss her. I get to stand in front of her every night, but it's different. I slowly get out of the chair and make my way to my bubble. I greet some of the crew with a smile on my way there. Once I get there I get on the little platform waiting for my securing routine to start. Secure the strings to the bubble, dubble check it and then fix my gown so it's invisible for anyone to see. 5 minutes before show starting they lift up my bubble and I have to wait till the music starts and they move my bubble upon stage. I can look down on the crowd before that happens, I can see the musicbox and I can see the technicians. But most importantly I can look down on Idina in the side wing. She watches the show start from the side wing and after a few minutes she gets her call to her spot. I come to senses as I feel my bubble moving. The music starts and I smile. Let the fun begin.

IDINAS POV

I look at kristin before curtain call not sure if we hold hands. It's been two weeks since our little occasion and there is still tension between us. We can face eachother, speak to eachother and be in the same room. But it's not the same as before. I find myself staring at my own hand as I feel her grabbing my hand. I can't help but smile. There is not much time left to enjoy the little moment because the doors to the stage open and we run onto the stage to get our applause. We stand in the front of the stage looking into the audience. She lets go of my hand and steps back pointing to me. The audience goes crazy and I can't help it to smile. I take two steps back for Kristin to step in front as I point to her. She smiles as she recives the applause. We step in front with the whole cast, take a bow and then the light go out. We all make our way backstage where we huddle up in a groupshug before all parting to our own dressingrooms. After we parted I can feel the tension between Kristin and me again. Like the show never happened. Like the holding hands at curtain call was just a mask. We go into our own dressingrooms and our doors close synchronous. I get myself in the shower and I close my eyes. The warm water flows over my still green tinted body. My mind goes back to the curtain call from a few minutes ago. Her hand graps mine without even looking. She just knew it was there. And I don't blame her, because it's a routine. We do the show, we go backstage, we wait for the others to get their applause and we go through the clockdoor. Kris on the right and I am on the left. Our hands locked together, because we figured that the audience goes crazy if we do that. I smile at the thought. Once I finished degreenifying myself I turn off the shower and dry my soaking body. I put on some clothes and once I packed my stuff I make my way to the stage door. I sign some playbills before stepping into my car and drive myself home.

I turn my key in the lock of my frontdoor. As I open the door I kick my shoes in the corner of the room. Once I put my coat on the stand I slide the leftovers from yesterday into the microwave. I stare at the plate turning around in the tiny space behind the glass. I scroll through my socials waiting for the food to be ready. The sound of the microwave goes off and I get my plate to the counter. I'm about to sit down at the table when the doorbell rings. I take a look at the time on my phone before walking to the answering panel on the wall. "who the hell would stop by at this time" i murmer to myself. I click on the speakerbutton "who is there" I say with the little bit of frustration snapping out. "Idina, open the fucking door" as soon as I hear the voice I can feel my whole body shiver. Taye. "Go away, leave me alone" I try to sound as confident as it can be. But in reality my whole body is shaking. I reach to my phone without going to far from the answering panel on the wall. "You took everything from me" he speaks through the microphone. "Taye, please go away. We both agreed to the no contact anymore" my voice is shaky and sounding desperate but I'm trying my hardest to sound calm. My finger goes to the fast dail of Jet. "I will come and get your ugly face. I'll come upstairs, even if you wont let me in. I'll find a way in" he breathes out. With that said the line cuts off and the silence is killing me. He sounded like he was drunk, or at least like her had some drinks. "please Jet pick up the damn phone" I whisper as I hold the phone against my ear. After ringing for a few second the line goes to his voicemail. "shit shit shit shit" I start pacing around the livingroom. I ring is number again but it sends me straight to voicemail. I can feel the tears poking behind my eyes. My hands are sweaty and my eyes are scanning the whole room for places to hide. My heart skips a beat as I hear a loud knock on the door. "OPEN UP WOMAN" his voice is loud which will probably lead to causing problems if he kept screaming. Neighbours will come watch and maybe call the police. But what if no one is home. Okay Dee stop making up scenarios, do something. My eyes look down at my Phone. "I SAID OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR" his voice makes my whole body shiver. While backing up from the livingroom I dail 911. The phone rings two times before they answer. "911, whats your emerency?" the friendly woman voice at the other side of the phone calms me down a little. "Uh hi, uhm mmy ex-husband is trying to get me. We had a deal to stay out of eachothers life and.. I'm just really scared" before I even realised I feel tears streaming down my face. The woman on the other side keeps talking but all I can hear is Taye screaming and slamming the door. "IDINA I'M FUCKING BREAKING DOWN THIS DOOR IF YOU DON'T OPEN UP" I gasp for a little bit of air since the tears are streaming down my face uncontrolably. I slowly back up into the badroom locking the door behind me. The sound of him screaming stops for a split second, but makes place for a loud bang followed by a lot of noice. "WHERE ARE YOU" I roll myself into a ball trying to make it stop. "The police is on its way" is all I can think of. I try calling Jet another time, but it goes straight to voicemail again. I can hear him stumbling through my appartement. My heart stops a second when I hear him coming closer. "I know you're in here" his voice is so calm that it's terrifying me. I try to hold in my sobs hoping he won't actually notice I'm in here. Out of the corner from my eye I can see the door handle being pulled doing. "He is gonna break the lock" is all I can think. He is gonna beat the dead out of me if the police doesn't show up before he opens the door. That door is the only thing between me and the reason I might die tonight. The sound of something messing around in the lock of the door. Within a few second the door swings open and I all do is cover my head with my hands waiting for my first hit. Instead of hitting me he graps my ponytail. He pulls me up by my hair and throws me down a split second later. I can hear him chuckle and that's when I get the first hit. Followed by a kick in my stomach. My body ached at his touch. I still have my hands covering my head and my eyes closed tighly. He is screaming awfull things to me while he hits me another time. Another hit follows before I hear the second loud noise of the evening. Everythings seems to go in slowmotion. The police man grap Taye and drag him away. A woman kneels next to me and checks on me. I just look at her in shock as she tries to get my attention. "Can we call someone for you" she repeats her I assume earlier asked question. I think for a second. Jet is not avaible, so who can she call. My mind drifts straight of to one person. The person who was on her mind to ease the pain. She was trying so hard to feel her touch instead of his hand hitting her. "Kristin" I whisper barely audible. The woman nods as I hand her my phone. She bring the phone to her ear and gives me a small smile while waiting for Kristin to answer. "Hi, Is this Kristin Chenoweth?" she waits a second probably because kristin is answering. "Yes, something happened and she asked me to call you"