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Post by meg_cahill21 on Mar 21, 2013 13:38:17 GMT -5
so cute i love this....but then again when dont i like your writing? update soon!
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 21, 2013 14:11:55 GMT -5
Emmet awoke to his cell phone going off. He scrubbed a hand over his face and fished it out of his bag on the floor",Hello?", he answered quickly.
"Buzz me in!", Ronnie said.
"Ronnie?" he questioned and realized the spot on the couch next to him was empty,"Where did you go?"
"Buzz me in and I'll tell you!"
He stood up and pressed the button on the wall to allow her into the apartment building. He adjusted the heat and pulled on a sweat shirt, he looked at the time on his phone, it was after ten in the morning,"Apparently I needed sleep", he muttered as the door opened,"When did I give you a key?"
"You didn't", she grinned,"I took yours off the table."
"What's all this?", he motioned to the plastic bags.
"They're called groceries, which you had none of. So it was either go to the store or starve."
"And you went to the store", he went to brush his teeth.
"Look, you don't have to pay me back, it's not a big deal. I just got some basic things. I was going to cook us breakfast, something normal people eat. Plus after the wine last night I figured we could both use a good breakfast to start the day. I can make omelets, or regular eggs, some toast."
Emmet listened to her prattle on and laughed to himself, the girl didn't stop. She was like that pink bunny in the battery commercials. The only time she had stopped talking was when they were sleeping, his mind drifted back to holding her, the way she had gone to sleep so quickly, the sweet, honey scent of her hair. The way her fingers stayed curled in his. What ever was happening between them made him feel alive for the first time in a long time and it was a nice feeling. She wanted to take their time and he would do that.
"Food or no?", she called towards his bedroom as he changed.
"Yes!", he re-emerged buttoning a red, flannel shirt.
"Flannel?", she said popping a grape in her mouth,"Very lumber jack of you."
"You're one to talk, Ms. Lives in dance clothes."
"Don't make fun", she said cracking eggs into a bowl,"I keep them in my bag so I can be ready for an audition."
"I know", he smiled taking a few grapes for himself,"Do you have anything planned today or need to get back to your room mate's cat?"
"Sarcasm?", she stirred the mixture.
"Nope", he grinned,"just a question, I'm off today."
"Then, you're in luck because so am I."
"So, breakfast and then we can go out and find something."
"We should see an afternoon show!", she said excitedly.
"Tickets can be pricey", he trailed off.
"Not when you know someone", she skillfully poured the mixture into the frying pan.
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The day was perfect with a powder blue sky and thin wisps of clouds that trailed here and there. The sun poured down like a golden waterfall across the streets. Emmet followed Ronnie as they made their way to the theatre.
"Ronnie, there's no way we're getting into Newsies!", he looked up at the marquee.
"Yes there is!", she laughed tugging his hand,"a friend of mine is in the chorus, plus it's a midweek performance. They are never crowded."
"This had better not be illegal", he looked at her.
"Scared, Ireland?", she teased.
"Not that, just don't fancy going to jail, that's all."
"It's fine!", she said as they approached the will call window. She spoke with the person and turned to Emmet with a wide smile and two tickets,"Come on, the seats aren't great, but you'll still be able to see everything." they followed the stream of people into the theatre and found their seats in the balcony.
Emmet sat and watched as the curtain came up and the music started. He was immdeiatley engrossed watching and listening. The dancing, the music, the acting. It was one of the best shows he had truly ever seen and he was seeing it on Broadway, a place he himself was dreaming of one day being. He looked to Ronnie as she took his hand, he gave her hand a squeeze as the show continued.
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 21, 2013 14:28:29 GMT -5
More warm fuzzies!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 21, 2013 14:38:42 GMT -5
Aw! Going to Newsies, that's cute. love it!
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Post by celticbear on Mar 21, 2013 16:08:52 GMT -5
GREAT! FANTASTIC! LOVE how this updated ended! Emmet and Ronnie are cute together!
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 22, 2013 8:14:15 GMT -5
Emmet felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he delivered an order to a full table of guests. He asked if there was anything else and quickly made his exit to the kitchen. He dumped the tray and pulled out the phone, he didn't recognize the number, but saw there was a voicemail. He slid into the storage area and brought up his messages.
Hi, Emmet, this is Suzette, the director for Rewrite. I know it has been nearly a week and I apologize for that. But we would like you to come in and read again for Jesse. Please return my call as soon as you can to set up a time.
Emmet scribbled down the number and ended the call. His smile spread from ear to ear. He had a call back! A call back for a lead role, not a chorus part, but for a lead. He wanted to call Ronnie, but the idea quickly disappeared as he heard his name being called. He went through the rest of his shift and finally after eleven that night he was able to get to his phone. He had three missed calls and several messages all from Ronnie. He pressed the key to call her and waited as it rang.
"It took you long enough!", she answered.
"Sorry, work was nuts tonight. Apparently you called?", he said balancing the phone as he unlocked his door.
"I got a call back today! They want me to come in and read for Karen again."
"Ronnie, that's fantastic! Congratulations!"
"Did you hear anything? Did anyone call you?"
"Actually", he said tossing himself onto the couch,"Yes, Suzette, the director. They want me to come in and read for Jesse again."
"That is awesome! Have you set up your time yet? Maybe we could do the reading together."
"No, I was at work and it was slammed. I'm going to call tomorrow."
"I have Friday at one o'clock, see if you can get the same time."
"Sounds good", he yawned,"What are you up too?"
"Working", she sighed,"I took my room mate's shift for her at the bar. I still have a few hours left."
"Well, I'm off, want me to come and walk you home?"
"It's a sweet offer, but that means cab ride here and back. You don't have to spend the money."
"Or you could get a cab here after work and we could run lines."
"You just keep trying," she laughed.
"I haven't seen you in a few days, can you blame me?"
"Awe, you miss me, Ireland?"
"Maybe", he said.
"Brunch tomorrow? If you're not working."
"I have the dinner shift tomorrow night."
"I'll call you when I wake up, we'll meet somewhere. "
"Works for me", he tried to muffle another yawn.
"Go to bed", she said with a laugh.
"Fine, fine, see you tomorrow." he ended the call and before another thought could form his eyes had closed.
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 22, 2013 9:40:35 GMT -5
I hope they both get the parts!
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Post by mkk59 on Mar 22, 2013 17:01:16 GMT -5
This is such a cute story! Loving the updates! I agree with onyx! They need to get the parts!!
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Post by celticbear on Mar 22, 2013 18:35:05 GMT -5
So happy that both Emmet and Ronnie have Call Backs! Hope they get the parts!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 25, 2013 1:43:51 GMT -5
I'm a little afraid that one of them will get the part and one won't... haha. Cute update!! Do it again! lol
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Post by fallingn2ct on Mar 27, 2013 13:54:14 GMT -5
Thursday the following week Emmet found himself sitting across from Ronnie on this couch. Both of them with scripts in their lap. Their call backs were the next day and they both wanted to be as prepared as possible. He cast her a sideways glance as she munched on a pretzel, her feet curled underneath her, brow furrowed in concentration. He brunette locks were pulled into a messy bun with tendrils coming loose here and there. She had been all the occupied his thoughts over the last few weeks and yet neither one of them had made a move to take the next step in their fledgling relationship. He didn't want to push her and he wasn't sure what her feelings were. He sighed and stretched.
"What?", she looked up from the script in her lap.
"Just stretching", he smiled.
"Liar", she said rubbing her eyes,"Have you gotten to the end of this thing yet? My character dies!"
"Yeah, I thought that was depressing."
"Me too! Isn't broadway supposed to be happy and fluffy and all that jazz? No, the main female character, not to mention, love interest dies!"
"It's bitter sweet, I mean if you read it. They were a part for so long, he had searched for her and then when he finds her, she's sick. It's pretty classic."
"Classically nauseating", she laughed.
"Hey, it's a lead role and if you play it right, who knows where you could go!"
"I hate when you're right", she tossed the script at him and stood up,"Want a beer?"
"Sure!", he flipped through the pages as she pulled the bottles from the refrigerator,"Did you see some of the other scenes? The one where they meet for the first time?"
"That one", she handed him a bottle,"Is actually really good. How it's written is pretty much perfect. I hope they have us read that one."
"Want to read over it?", he looked up hopeful.
"Okay", she shrugged. She took the script from him and began reading the lines.
She was becoming the character before his eyes. A shy, young woman, meeting a guy for the first time. The sweet laughter and nerves that went with the lines fit perfectly. He was immersed in her and nearly forgot his own cue. He found himself being improvisational with tucking her hair behind her ear or placing a hand on her arm, but she didn't shy away from it. The scene was coming to an end and it was to end with a kiss,"I suppose this is good night then?"
"I suppose", she said keeping her eyes level with his, watching as he moved in closer,"That was good!" she stood up quickly.
Emmet had to pull himself back before falling off the couch,"Uh...yeah", he ran a hand through his hair,"You were great!"
"You too! Think they will let us read together tomorrow?"
"I.....I..... who knows!", he laughed,"I guess if we do well enough, they just might."
Ronnie opened the window allowing the breeze and noise to filter in from the street below. She turned as she felt Emmet's hands rest against her hips,"Hey."
"What's going on, Ronnie?", he blocked any escape.
"What do you mean?", she swallowed hard.
"We've been hanging out the last few weeks, things are going pretty well, but you always pull away. If we get these parts, you won't be able to pull away."
"Emmet," she said leaning agaist the window sill,"You are great and I love spending time with you, but you don't know me. I'm messy, unpredictable, I talk too much. In fact I'm doing that right now, that whole filter thing most people have, yeah I don't. I date a guy for a little while and then there's an excuse and that's it. Over with, and I don't want it to be that way with you."
"It won't be", he said softly,"I'm not every other guy."
"That's what they all say", she placed her hands on his shoulders,"And if you're right and I'm not, then we'll find out in time. Won't we?"
"So, does that mean no to the whole kissing thing?"
"For now", she kissed his cheek with a laugh,"You're very persuasive though, I will give you that."
"Not that persuasive apparently", he sat on the window ledge as she packed up her bag.
"Let's go get dinner at that Pub where you work. I've never been there."
"Works for me", the truth was he needed to get out of the small space. The smell of her was too tempting and he was wrestling with himself over every motion. Being out at a restaurant would make it all much easier.
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Post by celticbear on Mar 27, 2013 18:19:27 GMT -5
Ronnie and Emmet are perfect for each other! Hope the call back goes well for the both of them!
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Post by onyxfyrefly on Mar 27, 2013 19:28:54 GMT -5
Love! <3
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Mar 27, 2013 23:44:30 GMT -5
That was too adorable! I want to see the play
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Post by fallingn2ct on Apr 8, 2013 15:34:06 GMT -5
Emmet pulled his bag over his shoulder and locked up his apartment. The day was brisk and bright as he headed for the subway. Today was the day that could change his life. He browsed the script in his hand as the train moved through the darkened tunnels. At his stop he deoboarded and climbed the steps, back into the sunlight. He tucked the script into his bag and easliy found the theatre. He checked in and waited for Ronnie to show. Show she did, slightly late and looking winded. She threw him a wave as she checked in and attempted to straighten herself.
"What happened?", he asked.
"Couldn't sleep last night so I took something and then over slept. They haven't called you yet have they?"
"Not yet."
"Good", she sighed pulling her hair out of its ponytail.
"You're sure everything's okay?"
"Fine, I promise!" as she started brushing the wavy locks,"How many have you seen come back for this? Think we have stiff competition?"
"Just a couple of others, guess they know what they want."
"Emmet Cahill and Veronica Parks?", a woman called into the hall.
"Come on!", Ronnie said pulling her bag onto her shoulder and Emmet followed suit,"I'm Veronica and this is Emmet."
"This way", she led them into the theatre, the seating area was darkened accept for the small work lamps that illuminated the faces of whom they assumed were the director and producer,"This is Veronica and Emmet." she announced them on the stage.
"We'd like for you two to read the death scene", came a bodiless voice from the seats,"You can use scripts."
"How do we do this?", Emmet mumbled to Ronnie.
"Ummm....", she looked around,"Hang on", she quickly grabbed to two chairs and slid them together. She lay across them,"Ready?"
"Guess so", he swallowed nervously opening the script to the desired scene.
"You may start when ready", said the voice again.
Emmet looked down at Ronnie who gave him a wink,"Karen, I.....I looked for you. For so long, years even."
"I know, Jesse", she coughed,"But I didn't want to be found, I didn't want you to know."
"You didn't think I should know?", he knelt next to her, taking her hand,"Don't I deserve the chance to love you for as long as possible?"
"I didn't want you to see me like this", she stroked his cheek,"I wanted your memories to be of me when I was healthy, of when we would lay under the trees and make shapes out of the clouds. But not this."
"Don't leave me, Karen", he sniffed,"Please, there's still so much. So much we haven't done."
"It's okay", she smiled weakly,"I'm not scared, I've done everything I wanted. I fell in love..........." she took a deep breath,"I fell in love with you, Jesse."
"Karen", he shook his head as her eyes closed,"Karen!", he rest his head against her chest, her hand tightly clasped in his.
"End scene!", the voice said clapping,"Great job, both of you!"
"Thank you!", Emmet said helping Ronnie to her feet.
"Is there anything else?", Ronnie asked.
"I don't think so", the voice came out from the darkened theatre and approached the stage,"Are you two involved at all?"
"Friends", Ronnie said quickly,"We've been rehearsing together."
"You have chemistry", she smiled,"I'm Suzette, the director."
"Nice to meet you", Emmet said as she joined them on the stage.
"Well, I'm not sure I need to look any further than you two. Congratulations Veronica and Emmet, you are my Karen and Jesse!"
"Thank you!", Emmet looked to Ronnie who beamed with excitement.
"Rehearsals begin in two weeks, we'll be in touch with both of you for contracts. If you need help with your agents or managers, let me know."
"Absolutely", he said as they all shook hands.
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