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seasoned pros and everyone in the company has commented on it.”
It helped to hear that. “So, Miss Elaine.” I couldn’t resist artfully changing the subject. “I noticed a rather lengthy conversation taking place between you and a certain handsome leading man yesterday on the bus. Care to spill?”
She sighed. “Not much to spill yet. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s funny, warm, and smart which, might I add, isn’t often the case with attractive guys.”
“But?”
“But my amazing ability to flirt hasn’t done much for me in this situation. He seems immune. He is straight, right?” she asked Georgette.
“As they get,” she said. “He’s not the type to hop into bed with a girl on the first date. He’s got class. Just relax and get to know the guy better. There. That’s my brilliant advice,” she proclaimed, placing her hand on the top of Lanie’s head dramatically. She turned to me next. “What about you? I saw you, my dear, chatting it up with our resident celebrity yesterday. Are you riding off into the proverbial sunset?”
“I wouldn’t say the sunset is in store, but I do like her. She seems like a good person and it certainly doesn’t hurt that she’s incredibly hot.”
“Smokin’,” Lanie added.
“Plus, she’s not interested in anything overly serious, which is probably for the best. I’m not sure it’s wise to get too caught up when you work together.”
“Easier said than done, sweetie,” Georgette said. “Keep in mind most road relationships are short-lived, passionate, and trouble.”
❖
After the sound check, I decided to relax at the theater before the show. I knew I was too keyed up to get any rest at the hotel so I staked myself out a couch in the greenroom and had a seat. I wished to God I had an orange to throw around, but instead leaned my
head back and closed my eyes. Most everyone had left the theater in search of dinner before our call time, so I had the room mostly to myself, with the exception of a few of the crew guys getting the stage ready.
I went through the relaxation exercises I’d learned in school and felt my body slowly begin to respond. I laid my palms face up next to me and imagined all the negative thoughts and emotions flee my body as I exhaled deeply. As I inhaled, I imagined nothing but light and positive energy entering my body and felt an enormous calming sensation start to take over. I made an effort to relax every muscle I had all the way to the roof of my mouth and chased all thoughts from my head. I must have stayed like that for forty-five minutes or so because I soon started to hear snatches of conversations as the company passed through the greenroom on their way to the dressing rooms. Everyone was nice enough to give me my space, which I appreciated.
My relaxation came to end, however, when our assistant stage manager, Chloe, came over the backstage loud speaker. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your half hour call. Thirty minutes to places, please.” I headed to the dressing room I shared with three other girls from the show. With each theater we traveled to, the dressing room situation would constantly change. I was told there would be times where all the girls in the show would share one dressing room, while other theaters were a bit more upscale, offering us multiple rooms to divide into. Regardless of the venue, however, it was an accepted fact that the stars of the show got the best digs, and it cascaded down from there. I wasn’t too terribly far from the top, luckily, and shared with just four girls, as opposed to the nine who were sharing down
the hall.
I walked over to the dressing table and mirror and felt my heart warm from the sight. It was overflowing with cards and small gifts from the cast and crew wishing me a great opening show. Lanie had left me a frame with multiple windows, each with a photo of the two of us at different points in our progress with the show. She left two
It helped to hear that. “So, Miss Elaine.” I couldn’t resist artfully changing the subject. “I noticed a rather lengthy conversation taking place between you and a certain handsome leading man yesterday on the bus. Care to spill?”
She sighed. “Not much to spill yet. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s funny, warm, and smart which, might I add, isn’t often the case with attractive guys.”
“But?”
“But my amazing ability to flirt hasn’t done much for me in this situation. He seems immune. He is straight, right?” she asked Georgette.
“As they get,” she said. “He’s not the type to hop into bed with a girl on the first date. He’s got class. Just relax and get to know the guy better. There. That’s my brilliant advice,” she proclaimed, placing her hand on the top of Lanie’s head dramatically. She turned to me next. “What about you? I saw you, my dear, chatting it up with our resident celebrity yesterday. Are you riding off into the proverbial sunset?”
“I wouldn’t say the sunset is in store, but I do like her. She seems like a good person and it certainly doesn’t hurt that she’s incredibly hot.”
“Smokin’,” Lanie added.
“Plus, she’s not interested in anything overly serious, which is probably for the best. I’m not sure it’s wise to get too caught up when you work together.”
“Easier said than done, sweetie,” Georgette said. “Keep in mind most road relationships are short-lived, passionate, and trouble.”
❖
After the sound check, I decided to relax at the theater before the show. I knew I was too keyed up to get any rest at the hotel so I staked myself out a couch in the greenroom and had a seat. I wished to God I had an orange to throw around, but instead leaned my
head back and closed my eyes. Most everyone had left the theater in search of dinner before our call time, so I had the room mostly to myself, with the exception of a few of the crew guys getting the stage ready.
I went through the relaxation exercises I’d learned in school and felt my body slowly begin to respond. I laid my palms face up next to me and imagined all the negative thoughts and emotions flee my body as I exhaled deeply. As I inhaled, I imagined nothing but light and positive energy entering my body and felt an enormous calming sensation start to take over. I made an effort to relax every muscle I had all the way to the roof of my mouth and chased all thoughts from my head. I must have stayed like that for forty-five minutes or so because I soon started to hear snatches of conversations as the company passed through the greenroom on their way to the dressing rooms. Everyone was nice enough to give me my space, which I appreciated.
My relaxation came to end, however, when our assistant stage manager, Chloe, came over the backstage loud speaker. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your half hour call. Thirty minutes to places, please.” I headed to the dressing room I shared with three other girls from the show. With each theater we traveled to, the dressing room situation would constantly change. I was told there would be times where all the girls in the show would share one dressing room, while other theaters were a bit more upscale, offering us multiple rooms to divide into. Regardless of the venue, however, it was an accepted fact that the stars of the show got the best digs, and it cascaded down from there. I wasn’t too terribly far from the top, luckily, and shared with just four girls, as opposed to the nine who were sharing down
the hall.
I walked over to the dressing table and mirror and felt my heart warm from the sight. It was overflowing with cards and small gifts from the cast and crew wishing me a great opening show. Lanie had left me a frame with multiple windows, each with a photo of the two of us at different points in our progress with the show. She left two
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