his phone chimed. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw a message from Johnny. “Miss you too.” Kendall smiled and sent a quick reply before heading into the tiny bathroom. He’d hoped for something else from Johnny, but no further messages came. He did his business and washed up, passing Guy as he left the bathroom.
He wandered through the small store, which had a Burger King in one corner with a few booths, shelves of basic necessities, food, soda, candy, and, of course, a section with condoms and aspirin, as well as a large area of auto repair supplies.
“Can I get you anything?” the woman behind the counter asked. Kendall ordered a soda and paid for it before sitting across from Lyman at one of the booths. Lyman didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk, so Kendall sat quietly, waiting for Guy, who got something to drink as well and joined them in the booth.
“This was productive,” Guy observed, and Lyman nodded once.
“I think we can cancel the trip for tomorrow. We have what we need,” Lyman said and pulled out his phone. He began a texting conversation that seemed manic for a few minutes; then he looked up at Kendall. A few seconds later, Kendall’s phone rang.
“Hello?” Kendall asked when he saw the strange number.
“Hi, it’s Juan. Are you going out again with Mr. Davidson tomorrow?” he asked frantically.
“No,” Kendall answered, and Juan sighed softly.
“I went ahead and made appointments with all the departments for you tomorrow. They’re anxious to get their hands on you,” Juan said with a snicker.
“Fine, I’m all yours. You’ll be able to show me where to go?” Kendall asked, suddenly worried he would have to find his way around the labyrinth of studio buildings.
“Of course. I’ll meet you at your hotel in the morning,” Juan said and then hung up.
“Looks like I’m booked for tomorrow,” Kendall said to the group, and Lyman nodded.
“There’s another script revision coming on Friday,” Lyman said matter-of-factly. “We were to start shooting on Monday, but I think it will—No… no… no,” Lyman blustered as he gave up texting and dialed the phone. He stood up and headed toward the door. Kendall assumed that meant they needed to go and got up to follow.
Once they were on the road, Lyman spent most of the time on the phone. “I need a date,” he said emphatically at one point and then lowered his voice. Kendall checked his phone once again, but there were no messages. He thought about calling, but Johnny was probably working. He got comfortable, and it wasn’t long before he began to feel sleepy, so Kendall rested his head back against the seat.
K ENDALL hurried to get ready for his date. Johnny had called the morning after walking him home from the theater and had haltingly asked him out for dinner. “It’ll have to be Sunday because I only have a matinee, or Tuesday, because that’s the day the show is dark,” Kendall had said.
“Okay, then, this Sunday?” Johnny asked, and Kendall agreed. “Should I meet you at the theater?”
“My apartment would be better,” Kendall said. He figured that way he could shower and change before Johnny saw him. So now Kendall expected Johnny at any minute, and he’d just stepped out of the shower five minutes earlier. Kendall pulled on his pants and shirt, relieved that he’d had the foresight to lay out his clothes before going to the theater. He’d pulled on his socks and one shoe when the buzzer sounded. Kendall hopped into the other shoe as he walked the few steps to the door. “Johnny?” Kendall said into the intercom
“Yes, it’s me,” Johnny said, and Kendall buzzed him in before checking himself out in the mirror near his bed. He looked okay, and opened the door as he heard Johnny’s footsteps. “You look nice,” Johnny said, and Kendall smiled as he stepped back to let Johnny into his studio apartment. “This is really nice,” Johnny said, looking around.
“It’s tiny, but
He wandered through the small store, which had a Burger King in one corner with a few booths, shelves of basic necessities, food, soda, candy, and, of course, a section with condoms and aspirin, as well as a large area of auto repair supplies.
“Can I get you anything?” the woman behind the counter asked. Kendall ordered a soda and paid for it before sitting across from Lyman at one of the booths. Lyman didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk, so Kendall sat quietly, waiting for Guy, who got something to drink as well and joined them in the booth.
“This was productive,” Guy observed, and Lyman nodded once.
“I think we can cancel the trip for tomorrow. We have what we need,” Lyman said and pulled out his phone. He began a texting conversation that seemed manic for a few minutes; then he looked up at Kendall. A few seconds later, Kendall’s phone rang.
“Hello?” Kendall asked when he saw the strange number.
“Hi, it’s Juan. Are you going out again with Mr. Davidson tomorrow?” he asked frantically.
“No,” Kendall answered, and Juan sighed softly.
“I went ahead and made appointments with all the departments for you tomorrow. They’re anxious to get their hands on you,” Juan said with a snicker.
“Fine, I’m all yours. You’ll be able to show me where to go?” Kendall asked, suddenly worried he would have to find his way around the labyrinth of studio buildings.
“Of course. I’ll meet you at your hotel in the morning,” Juan said and then hung up.
“Looks like I’m booked for tomorrow,” Kendall said to the group, and Lyman nodded.
“There’s another script revision coming on Friday,” Lyman said matter-of-factly. “We were to start shooting on Monday, but I think it will—No… no… no,” Lyman blustered as he gave up texting and dialed the phone. He stood up and headed toward the door. Kendall assumed that meant they needed to go and got up to follow.
Once they were on the road, Lyman spent most of the time on the phone. “I need a date,” he said emphatically at one point and then lowered his voice. Kendall checked his phone once again, but there were no messages. He thought about calling, but Johnny was probably working. He got comfortable, and it wasn’t long before he began to feel sleepy, so Kendall rested his head back against the seat.
K ENDALL hurried to get ready for his date. Johnny had called the morning after walking him home from the theater and had haltingly asked him out for dinner. “It’ll have to be Sunday because I only have a matinee, or Tuesday, because that’s the day the show is dark,” Kendall had said.
“Okay, then, this Sunday?” Johnny asked, and Kendall agreed. “Should I meet you at the theater?”
“My apartment would be better,” Kendall said. He figured that way he could shower and change before Johnny saw him. So now Kendall expected Johnny at any minute, and he’d just stepped out of the shower five minutes earlier. Kendall pulled on his pants and shirt, relieved that he’d had the foresight to lay out his clothes before going to the theater. He’d pulled on his socks and one shoe when the buzzer sounded. Kendall hopped into the other shoe as he walked the few steps to the door. “Johnny?” Kendall said into the intercom
“Yes, it’s me,” Johnny said, and Kendall buzzed him in before checking himself out in the mirror near his bed. He looked okay, and opened the door as he heard Johnny’s footsteps. “You look nice,” Johnny said, and Kendall smiled as he stepped back to let Johnny into his studio apartment. “This is really nice,” Johnny said, looking around.
“It’s tiny, but
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