Sunday April 13, 2008 - The Tearoom
Maybe this happened today. Maybe it didn't. Could have. I'd like to think that it did.
Rating: Watch out for the F word
Enjoy!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Phone rings…..
Too sleepy, and also because she is wearing a pink satin sleep mask, the blonde picks it up without checking the ID.
“Hey, Babe!”
“AAAGGGHHHwho’s?”
“Awe shit, you’re still sleeping!”
The blonde’s head clears, and she replies, “What a night, honey. It was really wild.”
“Was he there?”
“Yup.”
“Wan’a talk? I’ve got the day off because they want me to relax before the taping tomorrow. Let’s meet. How about at The T on 20th? It’s been a while since we did that.”
“OK. Give me an hour to put myself together. I’ll walk sweetie pie and then hop in a cab. I like that place. It reminds me of you.”
“It should, Miss Sunshine, it’s our spot. See ‘ya soon!”, she said, and hung up.
It was hard getting out of bed. She had sung her lungs out last night, and the event was a huge success. She had stayed late to talk and schmooze with her friends from the long closed show. There had been such energy in that room. People had fawned over her performance, wished her success with the next season of her new show, and then she left on her own about 1 o’clock, quietly slipping away. So unlike her. She would talk about that later.
Hot shower, comfy clothes and a dab of makeup revived her. A quick walk to the park made the pup happy, and she was quickly off in the cab.
She was right on time to the tea room. She was never late to these dates. Waiting for her in the back booth was her best friend. The brunette stood, embraced her and they shared a hug that could cure all ills.
“Oh, my! I missed you, sweetie”, the blond whispered. “These distances are far too great. Add to that, that we don’t share with anyone else. And it makes it doubly hard!”
“I do too, doll, but we agreed. Just the 2 of us!”
“If you start singing, I’ll clobber you!”
“Can’t sing! Show tomorrow!”
They sat down in the rather dark long room. Lovely fabrics were placed on the red brick walls providing acoustic privacy. They ordered:
One ginger tea with lots of sugar
One English Breakfast, 2 sugars and cream. The way she learned in London.
“On the subject of tomorrow, my sweet, I wish I could be there”
“That might cause a riot!”
“I know, but I would love to encourage you and jump to my feet with the rest of the audience.”
“It’s bad enough that he’s there. If you were there too, I’d be a fucking mess!”
“Dee!”
“Well, it’s true. I’ve got the whole world convinced that the lyrics are about him. If you were there, I would blush, look your way and the game would be up!”
“You have a point. It has been fun knowing the truth behind those lyrics - the sweet ones and the hard ones.”
“When we parted from the show, and we decided to keep our friendship private, I never thought it would be so hard or would be so controversial. I find references to us on the Internet everyday. There are people who speculate all sorts of things about us.”
“You mean the Broadway chat rooms?”
“No! You clueless blond bombshell - the fan fics - Julia told me!”
“Oh, I know all about those. You know they get some of it just right, if you get my drift!” She teased.
“Man, it makes me feel good to hear you laugh. I am so nervous about tomorrow. I’ll be a wreck all day, but if I can just hold on to this quiet moment, maybe I’ll keep from barfing my guts out!”
“Well, I guess I am good for something!”, she teased.
“You are good for everything, doll face and you know it! I know we stay under the radar, but if I didn’t know you were there for me, I would go into melt down!”
“Oh, you would melt!”
“Don’t get Ozian on me missy. We go way deeper than that!”, the brunet purred.
“Couldn’t resist, my love. You are such an easy target! Speaking of targets, I felt like a bulls-eye last night. I was avoiding Aaron’s look all evening. He was in his all charming and larger than life mode, and I finally had to stealthfully slink off from the party because I didn’t want him to offer to take me home. I wish you had been there. You would have been proud of me.”
“I am always proud of you. You are awesome!”
The taller woman poured more hot water into her cup and refreshed the blonde’s mug. They lingered over their drinks, looking at each other, laughing and telling tales late into the afternoon. The time flew and then it was time to leave.
“I got’ a go out to dinner with the record people tonight. Battling about a tour. I hope this show tomorrow will convince them. I really want to do this!”
“I know, sweetie. You deserve it. It’s your dream.”
“It would be something if we could tour together.”
“Oh, that would set the tongues a wagging!”
“I don’t care. I would love to sing with you again.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears!”, the blond said.
“Oh, since when are you stealing my people’s wise sayings?”
“We are all God’s people, my love!”
“Yes, indeed! But I’m glad you’re mine!”
Kris took the check, just because it was her turn, and they walked out of the store on to the sidewalk. She got a cab instantly - she never seemed to have trouble finding one. Dee was walking. Before they departed, they hugged again and their lips spoke sweet good bys and warm promises of soon meeting again.
They left each other, but remained connected.
The End
Rating: Watch out for the F word
Enjoy!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Phone rings…..
Too sleepy, and also because she is wearing a pink satin sleep mask, the blonde picks it up without checking the ID.
“Hey, Babe!”
“AAAGGGHHHwho’s?”
“Awe shit, you’re still sleeping!”
The blonde’s head clears, and she replies, “What a night, honey. It was really wild.”
“Was he there?”
“Yup.”
“Wan’a talk? I’ve got the day off because they want me to relax before the taping tomorrow. Let’s meet. How about at The T on 20th? It’s been a while since we did that.”
“OK. Give me an hour to put myself together. I’ll walk sweetie pie and then hop in a cab. I like that place. It reminds me of you.”
“It should, Miss Sunshine, it’s our spot. See ‘ya soon!”, she said, and hung up.
It was hard getting out of bed. She had sung her lungs out last night, and the event was a huge success. She had stayed late to talk and schmooze with her friends from the long closed show. There had been such energy in that room. People had fawned over her performance, wished her success with the next season of her new show, and then she left on her own about 1 o’clock, quietly slipping away. So unlike her. She would talk about that later.
Hot shower, comfy clothes and a dab of makeup revived her. A quick walk to the park made the pup happy, and she was quickly off in the cab.
She was right on time to the tea room. She was never late to these dates. Waiting for her in the back booth was her best friend. The brunette stood, embraced her and they shared a hug that could cure all ills.
“Oh, my! I missed you, sweetie”, the blond whispered. “These distances are far too great. Add to that, that we don’t share with anyone else. And it makes it doubly hard!”
“I do too, doll, but we agreed. Just the 2 of us!”
“If you start singing, I’ll clobber you!”
“Can’t sing! Show tomorrow!”
They sat down in the rather dark long room. Lovely fabrics were placed on the red brick walls providing acoustic privacy. They ordered:
One ginger tea with lots of sugar
One English Breakfast, 2 sugars and cream. The way she learned in London.
“On the subject of tomorrow, my sweet, I wish I could be there”
“That might cause a riot!”
“I know, but I would love to encourage you and jump to my feet with the rest of the audience.”
“It’s bad enough that he’s there. If you were there too, I’d be a fucking mess!”
“Dee!”
“Well, it’s true. I’ve got the whole world convinced that the lyrics are about him. If you were there, I would blush, look your way and the game would be up!”
“You have a point. It has been fun knowing the truth behind those lyrics - the sweet ones and the hard ones.”
“When we parted from the show, and we decided to keep our friendship private, I never thought it would be so hard or would be so controversial. I find references to us on the Internet everyday. There are people who speculate all sorts of things about us.”
“You mean the Broadway chat rooms?”
“No! You clueless blond bombshell - the fan fics - Julia told me!”
“Oh, I know all about those. You know they get some of it just right, if you get my drift!” She teased.
“Man, it makes me feel good to hear you laugh. I am so nervous about tomorrow. I’ll be a wreck all day, but if I can just hold on to this quiet moment, maybe I’ll keep from barfing my guts out!”
“Well, I guess I am good for something!”, she teased.
“You are good for everything, doll face and you know it! I know we stay under the radar, but if I didn’t know you were there for me, I would go into melt down!”
“Oh, you would melt!”
“Don’t get Ozian on me missy. We go way deeper than that!”, the brunet purred.
“Couldn’t resist, my love. You are such an easy target! Speaking of targets, I felt like a bulls-eye last night. I was avoiding Aaron’s look all evening. He was in his all charming and larger than life mode, and I finally had to stealthfully slink off from the party because I didn’t want him to offer to take me home. I wish you had been there. You would have been proud of me.”
“I am always proud of you. You are awesome!”
The taller woman poured more hot water into her cup and refreshed the blonde’s mug. They lingered over their drinks, looking at each other, laughing and telling tales late into the afternoon. The time flew and then it was time to leave.
“I got’ a go out to dinner with the record people tonight. Battling about a tour. I hope this show tomorrow will convince them. I really want to do this!”
“I know, sweetie. You deserve it. It’s your dream.”
“It would be something if we could tour together.”
“Oh, that would set the tongues a wagging!”
“I don’t care. I would love to sing with you again.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears!”, the blond said.
“Oh, since when are you stealing my people’s wise sayings?”
“We are all God’s people, my love!”
“Yes, indeed! But I’m glad you’re mine!”
Kris took the check, just because it was her turn, and they walked out of the store on to the sidewalk. She got a cab instantly - she never seemed to have trouble finding one. Dee was walking. Before they departed, they hugged again and their lips spoke sweet good bys and warm promises of soon meeting again.
They left each other, but remained connected.
The End