Page 39 of C*cky Best Friend
I head opposite, disappointment at my back.
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During a second encore tonight, Asher takes my hand like he did after the first performance, and raises it high. We bow together. The audience goes nuts, and I start laughing. He is grinning, so handsome with the spotlights shimmering in his eyes. I glance over to Logan on the other side of me, and I can’t stop smiling.
As the curtains close I ask him, “Did you see me almost fall when we were standing in front of the church in the first act?”
Logan shakes his head, eyes losing their shine. “I didn't notice.”
As he leaves, I call after him, “Oh good, it wasn’t obvious then.”
Asher touches the small of my back. “Why are you asking if he noticed? What about if I noticed?”
I cut a glance to see if he’s joking and discover a smirk and a twinkle there. “Oh shut up,” I laugh. “As if you could ever be insecure.”
He chuckles and gives me a kiss that’s torn apart by Galloway appearing in the shadows behind him. I pause and touch his chest to tell him we’re being watched.
“Asher, come here.”
He gives my nose a peck. “Wait for me?”
I smile, “Okay.”
She says, “Samantha, don’t go too far.”
I stop walking, nod, pick at my nails, and pretend not to try and decipher what they’re talking about. It looks serious. Is she against our dating? Okay, he’s smiling. That’s a good sign. Asher heads to his dressing room and throws me a wink.
Suspecting what this might be about, my ribs feel like they shrank. Galloway straightens her spine as she glides over, never breaking the stare. “When I was a girl, and by a girl I mean your age, I had already danced in Moscow, London, Melbourne, Paris, and Frankfurt. Ever been out of Georgia, Samantha?”
“No, Ms. Galloway. Well, once to Myrtle Beach, but…”
A sly smile tugs. “The producer has chosen you to continue on with our production.”
“Are you serious,” I whisper.
“I never joke about dancing.”
Jumping up and down, I lose my mind. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Please tell him I said thank you so much! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”
Galloway laughs, albeit briefly. “That is the kind of reaction I would expect from news such as this. Most conceal it.” She clasps her hands on my shoulders. “It’s nice to see someone appreciative of an opportunity such as this.”
“Is Logan going?”
“I haven’t talked to him yet so I cannot divulge that answer.” Touching my hair, she adds, “Congratulations. You have earned it.”
I call after her as she walks away, “Thank you Ms. Galloway!”
Pausing, she turns around with an afterthought that turns out to be the best advice she can give. “When you finally got it together the day of your audition, I wanted to give you the role. It was the fact that you hadn’t heard the music play that made you lose it. Do you understand?” With her eyes narrowing she further explains, “If you screw up on Broadway, consider your career over. They don’t give second chances. You nail it the first time, you get hired again and that is your second chance. The same with your third, and your fourth. You might, after that point, make a mistake, drop the ball, not show up on time, or any other mediocre quality that people seem to think is okay. But only after you have proved yourself to a point where your error is an anomaly will they again gamble everything they have on you.”
“I understand.”
Satisfied, she disappears.
That was one of those moments where time slows down and you realize you’re hearing something that you need to pay special attention to. It was like someone turned on the recorder so that I wouldn’t forget a single word. She was warning me out of experience, her wisdom so deep, even cynical, that she had to share with me because she thought I wasn’t prepared for a life that cutthroat. My footsteps are slow as I walk to my dressing room.
They don’t give second chances.
As I pass Logan’s dressing room, the door is open and neither he nor Alfredo are inside. The room is dark and I almost walk in, though I don’t know why. There’s nothing for me here.