A One Time thing

Chapter 2

With a flash of light, a spotlight is brought to the stage and here comes famous public speaker Melody Reese, a round of applauses are heard and I find even myself clapping as she makes her way to the stage. She really is stunning, even at 45 she still looks like an absolute angel, what I'd do to have such flawless skin or youthful body.

"Good evening everyone, I hope you had a splendid evening as tonight's premiere kicks off, let's get ready for the lovely movie with the best and most gorgeous cast you'll ever see, 'Royally Smitten', now let's not forget the rules a power all our phones off. Trust me I know the struggle my husband had to pry mine off me" laughter erupts in the room and I crack a crooked smile, what can I say? She's a star. She graciously walks off the stage as the curtain opens, and the projector screen comes into view, here it is, it's starting, the end or start of my career as an actress, no pressure.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken, I'm a tad bit late and I'm not trying to be a bother?" I whip my head to where the voice came from and the view I catch is sorely a site for sore eyes. Right before me laid a tall handsome man, although it was quite dark, I could still make out some of his features, his pearl white teeth, his one sided dimple and his black hair slicked back making it a perfect match with the tuxedo he sported. His accent gave him away quite quickly, a British man. I let out a throaty breath and replied "No, not at all, there's no one there, have a sit".

"Brilliant! Thanks love, I owe you one." He grinned, taking the empty seat right beside me. I, out of habit, looked around for his date or anyone at all, I mean it's on rare occasions that a man takes a seat beside me, if not to tell me to 'bugger off' for a friend. No one comes in and I'm simply perplexed, why in the world would he take a seat beside me? Is it too dark to see my face? No I saw him so must have definitely seen m-

"Hey? Ello? Are you alright there love?" he asked snapping me out of my 'crippling anxiety' thoughts. He waved a hand in front of my face almost about to do it once more.

"Hmm yes?" I reply, my voice sounding as soft as ever which surprises me, when I usually speak to people my voice is sort of mumble random nonsense making a fool out of myself confirming the rumors.

"Your head was in the clouds for a second" he chuckled. His mouth curved into a smile to make a small laugh, his dead and attention fully directed to me. Is this some kind of joke? A cruel twisted joke where the music stops and everyone comes out pointing and laughing. "I asked what role you played", he asked.

"Oh I played Susan the director's wife" I replied still studying his face for any sort of laugh or "why in heavens do you think I care" expression. No, none. "And you?" I questioned, this is the first time I'm having a conversation with a co-worker that doesn't end up with me feel ridiculed and insulted, might as well show some decency. He hasn't even checked his watch for the time he has to spend beside me.

"No, I'm just another one of the producers, I didn't really want to play a part, being an actor isn't my strong suit." he replied smiling.

"Why not?" I find myself asking, I'm genuinely interested in him, and if this is a cruel joke might as well enjoy it before it all goes away.

"Let's just say I'm more of the calculations, business type of guy." He replied. I smile and face the screen not wanting to press further and get him upset. My part coming up soon and I actually want to see how I did, all this while my small group of friends and family have been telling me it's going to be alright, well I'll see for myself now.

"Oh, I totally forgot to ask you I'm such a dolt. What's your name, love?" he asked scratching the back of his head, a nervous smile plastered on his lips. Here it is, the moment of truth, the part where he stands up and finds somewhere else to seat.

"It's Megan. Megan Leone." I forced a smile to my face and looked away, I don't want to catch a look of disgust, right before he leaves, and I rather stay with the image of his dazzling smile etched in my brain.

"Well, lovely Megan, I'm Jacob. Jacob Grey." He answered my back with a soft voice, almost above a whisper, why is he so worried about his name getting out. Maybe he's famous? Paparazzi? His name is so vague yet so familiar, I might have read it in a tabloid or something. He doesn't look familiar but maybe I heard his name from a co-worker, he did say he was a producer.