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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 20, 2013 13:50:31 GMT -5
*****It's really odd being a writer sometimes. You can be listening to a song, watching a movie, or doing laundry and suddenly you are hit with an idea. This came to me when watching & listening to the song "Heart Shaped Wreckage from the show Smash.**********************
Emmet looked around the large theatre as nerves surged through his veins. His headshot and resume in hand, looking at the others that were auditioning. He was a shy twenty two year old from Ireland, what did he know about being in a stateside production. He removed his jacket and looked to where people were signing in. He made his way slowly to the table.
"Name?", a woman said curtly.
"Emmet.... Emmet Cahill," he answered.
"Okay, you're set to audition at twelve thirty, but be prepared to wait or hang around after. Head shot and resume?"
"Right here", he handed it to her.
"Take a seat", she motioned to the chairs that lined the outside of the auditorium.
He kept his postman style bag at his side as he took a seat, he looked over the script, it was for a small off broadway show, but it was an opportunity. He had been in New York for about a year working as a waiter, dog walker, and whatever side projects he could find in order to support himself. He had been in the chorus of a few shows, but nothing had panned out as of yet.
"I hate these things", came a voice next to him.
"I'm sorry", he looked up into a pair of sweet caramel colored eyes.
"It's like a cattle call", the girl said,"All of us show up vying for some shred of a part and then we're crushed when we don't get it", she could see the confused look,"Haven't been to many of these have you?"
"Just a few", he shrugged,"Not many people talk to each other."
"I don't like that either", she said,"You should know your competition, heck even be friends with them. I'm Veronica, pretty much everyone calls me Ronnie, and you are?"
"Emmet", he said,"everyone calls me Emmet."
"Cute", she laughed,"Nice accent by the way, Ireland?"
"Mullingar, in County Westmeath."
"Long way from home, what are you doing here?"
"Same as you and everyone else."
"Got ya", she nodded,"How long have you been here?"
"You ask a lot of questions", he fired back.
"Because I am inquisitive", she smiled pulling her long brunette hair back in a bun.
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 20, 2013 14:29:59 GMT -5
"So what about you, you from here?", he looked at her as she began to stretch.
"No, I moved here from North Carolina, next question", she said moving her arms over her head.
"Are you a dancer, actress, singer?"
"All of the above, it's Broadway, you don't get a choice. What about you?"
"Not that great of a dancer, but singing and acting yes. I went to school for it."
"How has that worked out for you? Done a lot with your degree?"
He thought for a moment,"Not as much as I'd like, but I'm getting there."
"Why do they look so highly on those pieces of paper anyway? I mean it just means I went to school, it says nothing about the talent I have."
Emmet couldn't help but laugh at how out going and somewhat brash that Ronnie was,"That's why I came here from Ireland, I had some gigs, but nothing like what I wanted."
"Big step for a boy from a farm."
"I am not from a farm," he defended,"My family is actually very musical and my parents teach."
"Sorry", she grinned,"Thought all Irish people had sheep and goats and all that."
"Stereotyping, that's rude."
"Am not, you corrected me", she finished her stretching and resumed her seat next to him,"What part are you auditioning for?", she looked at the script in his hand.
"Jesse, the male lead and you?"
"Karen, female lead. Maybe we'll get the parts and then have to work together all the time, then all of this wouldn't have been for nothing."
"You're an odd duck", he shook his head,"We could be friends."
"I suppose", she shrugged with a smile.
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 20, 2013 14:41:08 GMT -5
I have to laugh. I just read your status then jumped on here and read this. lol
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Mar 20, 2013 14:41:09 GMT -5
odd duck? lol....update soon!
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 20, 2013 14:48:23 GMT -5
Emmet pulled his jacket around him as he exited the theatre. New York in February was bitingly cold as the wind swept down the large buildings and through the alley ways. The audition had gone as well as he could have hoped for. The songs were good and he liked the concept for the show. He had also enjoyed talking with Ronnie, as much as a jabber jaw as she was he had enjoyed the company. It was a wonder that she hadn't found her way to broadway yet.
"Hey, Ireland!"
"Ronnie", he turned with a smile,"How did it go?"
"Meh, okay I guess", she tugged gloves onto her hands,"Buy a girl a cup of coffee?"
"Certainly aren't shy are you?"
"I'll buy next time", she offered.
"Fine, fine", he laughed. They made their way to a coffee cart and placed their order. Emmet handed the man the money and soon the two were strolling through the park together,"Where do you live?"
"Here and there", she answered.
"What does that mean?", he stopped.
"Well", she began,"Right now I am on a friend's couch, my lease was up and I was in between jobs so she let me crash. I pay my share of the rent, but it's hard with a one bedroom place. I'm not looking for a pity party, I have a job now and plus the audition went okay. What about you?"
"I have a studio with a makeshift loft area that I consider my bedroom, tiny kitchen with hot water that works when it feels like it. The bathroom, I have to turn sideways to go in, it's so small."
"Wow!", she laughed,"Are we starving artists or what?"
"It's sad", he shook his head as he laughed,"What we do and put up with for the love of performing."
"I moved here right after college", she said as they sat on a bench. The next two hours were spent talking about their lives, their time in New York and shows they had done. The sun was beginning to set as a wicked gust of wind rolled through the park,"Guess that's our cue", she stood up.
"Yeah", Emmet said following suit,"I know this may be forward, but would you like to have dinner? I can cook a mean pack of ramen noodles."
Ronnie sputtered with laughter,"Yook the ramen and I'll bring the beer?"
"It's a deal!" they made their way to the subway to head back to Brooklyn. After the train ride they stopped at a corner store for the beer and a few other items. He led the way to his apartment, the building was warm compared to the quickly descending temperature outside.
"It's small, but I keep it organized," he said unlocking the door and turning on the light.
"It's nice", Ronnie said looking around, he had been right though, it was small.
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 20, 2013 15:14:30 GMT -5
Ramen and beer...reminds me of college!
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 20, 2013 15:17:09 GMT -5
Emmet watched Ronnie as she perused his music selection, she was definitely a dancer with the height she had, he could see the definition of muscles outlined through the shirt she wore. He wondered about her singing voice, it was an odd curiosity he had, but he supposed that most performers thought that way,"Find anything?", he asked stirring the noodles.
"You have quite a collection, Les Mis, Rent, Fiddler, down to Damian Rice and Michael Buble. What your friends must think of you", she teased.
"I'm eclectic, what can I say?", he stirred in the seasoning and then split the noodles into two bowls,"For you", he handed her a bowl and a bottle of beer before getting his own.
"Is it hard being so far from you family?", she asked as they ate.
"Sometimes", he nodded,"Back home on a Friday night, dad would break out the fiddle and I would play the piano, the whole family would get into it. It's things like that, that I miss. What about you?"
"I definitely don't get home much, traveling can be expensive. But my mom will text me or I'll talk to my dad. It's hard because I'm the only child."
"That's really hard then", he said.
"Think we'll hear about the parts?"
"You know it can be days", he picked up their bowls as they finished.
"I know", she said perching herself on the edge of the counter,"But it would be nice to get into a paying gig, right? I am tired of waiting tables and answering phone calls, taking temp job after temp job."
"You and me both", he laughed,"Right now I am waiting tables, but I have been a dog walker, a personal assistant aka a go for, pretty much anything to earn money."
"Yet again, just goes to show how dedicated we are", she said swinging her legs.
"This has been fun, thank you."
"I know", she said with a laugh,"We should do it again some time", she slid off the counter,"Here's my number, Ireland, make sure you use it", she kissed his cheek.
"See you later!", she called over her shoulder as she took her things and closed the door behind her.
Emmet's head was spinning, he had spent the better part of a day with a woman who was more or less a stranger and yet he knew they would see each other again. He wasn't sure that next time would be theatre related or if he simply wanted to see those sweet, creamy, caramel eyes, or the wide smile and easy laugh. Ronnie would not soon be forgotten, that he knew for sure.
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 20, 2013 16:11:15 GMT -5
*sighs* I wish I could write like you. It's perfect!
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Post by celticbear on Mar 20, 2013 16:16:48 GMT -5
LOL! Love this! Fall! You are well on your way to another literary masterpiece!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 20, 2013 17:29:56 GMT -5
Oh my word, this is so cute and funny! haha Good for Ronnie. Update soon
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Post by celticsweetheart on Mar 21, 2013 1:00:49 GMT -5
Awe another great story Fall
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 21, 2013 8:22:28 GMT -5
Noise over flowed from the kitchen of the Pub as Emmet tucked in the polo he wore and grabbed an order pad. He had snuck in almost fifteen minutes late and prayed that no one had noticed. He quickly checked his appreance and swung through the kitchen door.
"Cahill!", came a shout.
"I'm here, Carl", he replied.
"You have two tables waiting already, Mikey covered their drink orders", said the manager crossing his arms.
"Sorry," he clicked the pen in his hand.
"Look, you have to be on time."
"I'm sorry, Carl, honestly", he said nervously,"You know I'm not normally late."
"Exactly, but there are a lot of people out of work so when I hire someone I expect them to be on time."
"Yes sir", he nodded and then went to take care of the waiting guests. Once he got started the day went from busy to busier. It didn't seem he had a break until the lull between lunch and dinner. He grabbed a sandwich and sat on a milk crate outside the kitchen area. He pulled out his phone and dialed Ronnie's number. It was the first time in two days that had worked up the courage to actually call.
"I don't know your number, so should I guess who this is?", was the answer on the other end.
"Em..... okay?", he said mildly taken aback at how she had answered.
"I'm thinking that I probably know you and that if you have my number it's for a reason. Oh and that I haven't heard from you since givng you my number. So", she took a long pause,"Is this you, Ireland?"
"It is", he said with a smile,"Sorry for not calling."
"You should be", she laughed,"You know, I don't just go around handing my phone number out to people."
"You sure about that? You are awfully friendly."
"So that means I give my number out? Don't think so."
"Anyway", he said chewing on the bite of sandwich.
"Are you eating while talking to me?"
"I have too", he said swallowing the food,"I barely get thirty minutes between the rush and I have to scarf down something edible."
"Oh, you're working? I'm out and about today."
"Must be nice, but anyway as I was trying to say before you cut me off."
"Sorry about that, I have a tendency."
"Like just now?"
"Yep", she laughed,"What's up?"
"Are you busy tonight, say around ten?"
"Hmmm", she paused again,"Nope, I'll be home with my room mate's cat while she is working. She's a bar tender."
"Well, if leaving the cat won't be too painful, how about a late dinner? You can come to my place, I'll order some pizza."
"It will be diffcult to leave her, she's so sweet."
He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at her response,"Come on, it'll be a few hours, I'm sure the cat will be fine."
"Since you twisted my arm", there was an audible smile in her voice,"I'll be there about ten thirty."
"Perfect, now go give the cat some snuggle time."
"Go back to work, Ireland", she laughed in response.
"See you tonight", he pressed the end call button. He worked the rest of the night like a man on a mission. He quickly cleared out and turned over his tables and by ten o'clock he was wiping his last table down. He spoke with Carl and endured another brief talking too before leaving the Pub. He walked the six blocks toward home, stopping to pick up a pizza on the way. He wasn't sure why it had taken him two days to call Ronnie, but she wasn't the shy elusive type like he could be. She was much more open and free with what she felt and thought. It seemed like that filter most people were born with, didn't really apply to her. He had definitely thought of her since their inital meeting and dinner together, but he had been through heart break before and was always leary about a new person entering his life. His life had been just that, his own. Everything on his terms and in his own time. Trying to bring someone else into that wasn't something he actively pursued or had been interested in. Once at home he tossed his bag on the couch and straightened a few things, he dug through the drawers in the kitchen and found a few plain candles that he had bought in case of emergencies,"Having a girl over is sort of an emergency", he said to himself as he placed them around the small coffe table. It wasn't even a real table, it was a piece of wood over two milk crates covered with an old throw he had bought a thrift store. It served its purpose though. He brushed his hands over his jeans as he heard a knock at the door.
"Figured we would need wine to go with pizza", she held up a bottle.
"Sounds great", he grinned as she slipped past him and into the apartment.
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 21, 2013 10:10:04 GMT -5
I love how having a girl over counts as an emergency lol
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Post by celticbear on Mar 21, 2013 12:57:50 GMT -5
Fall! Glad Emmet did not get fired! The phone conversation was very funny to read!
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 21, 2013 13:11:36 GMT -5
They lounged on the couch with pizza and a bottle of wine between them. The night had grown late and both had enjoyed their fair share of the wine. Emmet suggested they sit outside on the fire escape to help clear their heads, the night was surprisingly clear for New York. Stars twinkled like small diamonds placed in the black, blue of the vast sky. Steam rose from sunway grates and few people walked the sidewalks below. He watched as she pulled her hair away from her face, resting her cheek against her palm.
"What are you thinking?", he asked crossing his arms over his knees.
"Right now?", she looked at him.
"Yeah, first thing that comes to mind."
"I don't know" she laughed,"That I had too much wine and now I may have to crash here. What about you?"
He shrugged and studied for a moment,"Wondering how I have been in New York for a year and I have just now met you."
"It's a big place", she smiled,"Guess it took a cattle call for us to meet."
"Guess so", he nodded,"Tell me more about you, I mean I know your from North Carolina and all that, but what else is there."
"I think we have both had too much to have that discussion", she stood up leaning against the wall,"Plus I am not that exciting."
"All of us theatre people lead dull lives", he agreed,"Until that big break happens."
"That big break we're still in search of."
"You know what else I am thinking about?", he stood up, holding onto the railing for balance.
"No clue, Ireland, but I'm dying to know", she grinned as he stepped towards her,"Not so fast" ,she placed a hand against his chest.
"What?", he swallowed, feeling the embarassment flaming against his cool skin. He took the hand against his chest and laced their fingers together,"I like you, Ronnie."
"It's only been a few days and technically not even that long", she looked at their hands entertwined,"You're a nice guy, Ireland, you really are."
"But? I know there's one of those coming", he pulled his hand back to himself.
She shook her head,"I just don't want to jump into something okay? I have been down that road with a few different guys and it never ends up well."
"I understand", he smiled,"Let's go back inside where it's warm." He had to fight any urge to touch the long silky hair, to hold the small hands in his own. Most of all was the battle of wanting to kiss her. Her lips were full and inviting, the way she would slightly chew her bottom lip when she was thinking of a response. He kept his arms crossed to keep from reaching for her. He showed her to the bed and made up the couch for himself. He lay in the dark as the light from streetlamps cast a shadowy triangle on the floor. He turned onto his side and sighed in frustration, knowing she was that close and yet that far out of reach. He had begun to drift off when he heard the floor creak,"Ronnie", he said pulling himself up.
"Sorry", she said sitting on the opposite end of the couch,"I couldn't sleep."
"I wasn't having much luck either", he replied.
"Move over", she stood up.
"What?", he looked at her.
"You heard me", she laughed making herself comfortable as he shifted positions. She lay with her back against his stomach and pulled the blanket around them,"You can put your arm around me."
"Thought we weren't jumping into anything?", he said bringing his arm around her.
"We're not, we're sleeping", she yawned.
His mind was going to explode. Sleeping? She really expected him to sleep when she was that close to him. He took deep breaths to calm his racing pulse, he was sure she could hear his heart hammering in his chest. He lay his head against the pillow he had been using, he breathed in the sweet honey scent of her hair and it actually calmed him. Closing his eyes and relaxing, a smile playing across his lips as he hand found his and pulled his arm tighter around her.
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