Backstage, An Off-Off-Off-Broadway Theatre, NYC. Thursday Evening.
Class of '95 was, by all accounts (and, as well, all reviews, which was perhaps even more important), a resounding success.
"Can you believe this?" Jake asked, as he flopped down onto the armchair that Troy had wrestled into the closet-sized dressing room he'd been given. "We've sold out every night for the past two weeks!"
Troy, sitting at the table as he removed his stage makeup, laughed. "It's pretty awesome," he agreed, turning to his co-star. "Hey, this is your first show, isn't it?"
Jake nodded. "My first since high school, anyway," he said. "I hadn't planned to do any acting at all, but, I mean, I was working in a diner. I needed something to do, or I'd have gone insane. Playing Alex has been pretty much awesome."
"Yeah, Derek's kind of a tool, but it's been a lot of fun playing him, too." Troy got up and stretched. "You don't mind if I change, do you? I'm meeting up with my roommates in a bit." Jake waved one hand, shifting a bit so he wasn't looking right at Troy, although he hadn't exactly turned away, either. Troy stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto his chair to pass back to the costumes mistress before he left, and then did the same with his pants. Troy couldn't help but noticed that Jake gave him a half-surreptitious look up-and-down, clearly checking him out. "Hey," he said, "d'you want to pass me that shirt? The one over the back of your chair."
Jake grabbed it, and as he held it out to Troy, Troy used it to pull Jake towards him. "Hey," he said, grinning. "Like the view?"
Jake couldn't help but grin back. "I've definitely seen worse," he said. "So, do you do this with all your co-stars, or am I just special?"
"Not all of them," Troy replied, leaning in a little further. "Just the really hot ones."
As luck would have it, just as Troy -- three-quarters naked -- leaned in to kiss his co-star, the door to his dressing room opened. "Troy!" came the very familiar voice. "That was oh my god you're kissing a man!"
Troy spun away from Jake and grabbed his pants, pulling them on. "Mom?" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I flew in to surprise you and saw the show your director let me backstage honey are you actually gay? I thought that was just something you were playing on stage?"
Jake looked pleadingly at Troy, clearly wanting to be anywhere but where he was at that exact moment. Troy could sympathise. "Uh, Mom? This is Jake. He plays Alex in the show and he was just leaving. Jake, I'll see you tomorrow before the show." Jake waved, nodded, didn't say anything, and ducked out past Mrs. Bolton. "So. Uh. I guess you have some questions, Mom?"
[I don't think I ever had Troy tell his parents, so. In honour of the week, his mother pays him a surprise visit and gets to interrupt. ;) Class of '95 is a real play, but I didn't bother meta-ing because, well, I wrote it.
[In my head, Jake is played by Christopher Gorham, circa Jake 2.0. (First picture is vaguely NSFW due to shirtlessness.) Also, his last name (thanks to something of an inside joke ensuing from an IM conversation) is Ledger.]
"Can you believe this?" Jake asked, as he flopped down onto the armchair that Troy had wrestled into the closet-sized dressing room he'd been given. "We've sold out every night for the past two weeks!"
Troy, sitting at the table as he removed his stage makeup, laughed. "It's pretty awesome," he agreed, turning to his co-star. "Hey, this is your first show, isn't it?"
Jake nodded. "My first since high school, anyway," he said. "I hadn't planned to do any acting at all, but, I mean, I was working in a diner. I needed something to do, or I'd have gone insane. Playing Alex has been pretty much awesome."
"Yeah, Derek's kind of a tool, but it's been a lot of fun playing him, too." Troy got up and stretched. "You don't mind if I change, do you? I'm meeting up with my roommates in a bit." Jake waved one hand, shifting a bit so he wasn't looking right at Troy, although he hadn't exactly turned away, either. Troy stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto his chair to pass back to the costumes mistress before he left, and then did the same with his pants. Troy couldn't help but noticed that Jake gave him a half-surreptitious look up-and-down, clearly checking him out. "Hey," he said, "d'you want to pass me that shirt? The one over the back of your chair."
Jake grabbed it, and as he held it out to Troy, Troy used it to pull Jake towards him. "Hey," he said, grinning. "Like the view?"
Jake couldn't help but grin back. "I've definitely seen worse," he said. "So, do you do this with all your co-stars, or am I just special?"
"Not all of them," Troy replied, leaning in a little further. "Just the really hot ones."
As luck would have it, just as Troy -- three-quarters naked -- leaned in to kiss his co-star, the door to his dressing room opened. "Troy!" came the very familiar voice. "That was oh my god you're kissing a man!"
Troy spun away from Jake and grabbed his pants, pulling them on. "Mom?" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I flew in to surprise you and saw the show your director let me backstage honey are you actually gay? I thought that was just something you were playing on stage?"
Jake looked pleadingly at Troy, clearly wanting to be anywhere but where he was at that exact moment. Troy could sympathise. "Uh, Mom? This is Jake. He plays Alex in the show and he was just leaving. Jake, I'll see you tomorrow before the show." Jake waved, nodded, didn't say anything, and ducked out past Mrs. Bolton. "So. Uh. I guess you have some questions, Mom?"
[I don't think I ever had Troy tell his parents, so. In honour of the week, his mother pays him a surprise visit and gets to interrupt. ;) Class of '95 is a real play, but I didn't bother meta-ing because, well, I wrote it.
[In my head, Jake is played by Christopher Gorham, circa Jake 2.0. (First picture is vaguely NSFW due to shirtlessness.) Also, his last name (thanks to something of an inside joke ensuing from an IM conversation) is Ledger.]
