boxes.
“Good evening,” I reply, passing him my ticket.
“This way, please.” He turns and walks ahead, and I follow him like a terrier. This is not how I imagined the evening turning out. Gavin will probably want to stay with his friends until the show starts, so I can forget about us getting to know each other better, like he suggested before.
“Here you are, ma’am,” the usher says, opening the gate of the box for me.
“Thanks,” I answer and sit down in the left-hand chair. I have a perfect view of the stage, which makes me happy. The last time I went to an opening night of Macey’s, I was with Brooke; we had to sit in the parterre, and I couldn’t see anything because a tall man sat right in front of me.
I take my cell phone out of my bag and set it to silent. It’s happened to me before that it rang in the middle of a performance, and other members of the audience shot annoyed looks at me. Since then, I’ve been very careful that it’s either set to silent or completely switched off.
Gavin arrives in the box just a few minutes before the show begins and sits down next to me. “Sorry, I had to sort something out.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“What do you think?”
“Well, yeah, your friends really seemed to be curious and may come to the wrong conclusion about you and me . . . ,” I say.
“Exactly. Sorry Azer was such a pain in the ass.”
“What do you mean?” Then I remember. “Oh, that . . . It wasn’t so bad, I just thought it was because he’s that type of guy. At least, I hope that’s why.”
“That’s exactly what I mean, but if you weren’t upset, I’m glad. He’s kind of . . . unusual.”
“Well, so am I, so I’ll probably get along fine with him if I see him again.” I giggle a little.
“Probably,” he says, and looks down at the stage, where I realize the show is about to start.
The show is introduced, a prologue is read out loud, and then the premiere begins. I watch excitedly as Macey gives the part of Belle her own personal touch. Her colleague who plays the beast and the prince is also wonderful to watch.
The show ends, and the cast comes back on stage for a bow. I give my best friend a standing ovation. Gavin follows suit, and then the whole audience begins to stand. I whistle through my fingers, and Macey looks up at me and smiles. As I predicted, she did a wonderful job as Belle.
Afterward, we stand in the foyer waiting for her, and a few moments later she appears, still in her costume. “How’d you like it?”
I smile widely. “That was fantastic! You really rocked the stage.” Then I give her a hug.
“Lane had tears in her eyes,” Gavin tells her. “And I loved it, too. You have an excellent voice.”
She looks at him with her eyes wide, and blushes so much you can see it through her stage makeup. “Uh . . . Wow . . . Thanks . . .”
I shake my head. “Gavin, this is Macey, my best friend, and a huge fan of Downstair Alley. Macey, meet Gavin.”
“Happy to meet you, Macey,” Gavin says with a smile.
“Me, too, Gavin.” They shake hands and immediately dive into a conversation about singing and breathing techniques. I listen with interest, but don’t really feel like a part of the discussion, so I look around to see who else is here. “I’ll be right back,” I tell them when I see Jake and Rick.
“Sure,” Macey says, still concentrating on the conversation.
I go over to my boss and one of my colleagues. “Hey, how’d you like it?”
“Madeleine, I mean, Lane . . . I thought it was great! Macey’s voice knocked my socks off,” Jake says.
“I’m so amazed, I don’t know what to say.” I grin. “Hi, Rick.”
“Hey, Lane.”
“What did you think, Rick?”
“I’m not a fan of fairy tales,” Rick says, “but Macey did an incredible job. Now I finally understand why everyone likes the Disney film,” he says with a laugh.
I agree with him. “And do you know what the moral of the story
“Good evening,” I reply, passing him my ticket.
“This way, please.” He turns and walks ahead, and I follow him like a terrier. This is not how I imagined the evening turning out. Gavin will probably want to stay with his friends until the show starts, so I can forget about us getting to know each other better, like he suggested before.
“Here you are, ma’am,” the usher says, opening the gate of the box for me.
“Thanks,” I answer and sit down in the left-hand chair. I have a perfect view of the stage, which makes me happy. The last time I went to an opening night of Macey’s, I was with Brooke; we had to sit in the parterre, and I couldn’t see anything because a tall man sat right in front of me.
I take my cell phone out of my bag and set it to silent. It’s happened to me before that it rang in the middle of a performance, and other members of the audience shot annoyed looks at me. Since then, I’ve been very careful that it’s either set to silent or completely switched off.
Gavin arrives in the box just a few minutes before the show begins and sits down next to me. “Sorry, I had to sort something out.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“What do you think?”
“Well, yeah, your friends really seemed to be curious and may come to the wrong conclusion about you and me . . . ,” I say.
“Exactly. Sorry Azer was such a pain in the ass.”
“What do you mean?” Then I remember. “Oh, that . . . It wasn’t so bad, I just thought it was because he’s that type of guy. At least, I hope that’s why.”
“That’s exactly what I mean, but if you weren’t upset, I’m glad. He’s kind of . . . unusual.”
“Well, so am I, so I’ll probably get along fine with him if I see him again.” I giggle a little.
“Probably,” he says, and looks down at the stage, where I realize the show is about to start.
The show is introduced, a prologue is read out loud, and then the premiere begins. I watch excitedly as Macey gives the part of Belle her own personal touch. Her colleague who plays the beast and the prince is also wonderful to watch.
The show ends, and the cast comes back on stage for a bow. I give my best friend a standing ovation. Gavin follows suit, and then the whole audience begins to stand. I whistle through my fingers, and Macey looks up at me and smiles. As I predicted, she did a wonderful job as Belle.
Afterward, we stand in the foyer waiting for her, and a few moments later she appears, still in her costume. “How’d you like it?”
I smile widely. “That was fantastic! You really rocked the stage.” Then I give her a hug.
“Lane had tears in her eyes,” Gavin tells her. “And I loved it, too. You have an excellent voice.”
She looks at him with her eyes wide, and blushes so much you can see it through her stage makeup. “Uh . . . Wow . . . Thanks . . .”
I shake my head. “Gavin, this is Macey, my best friend, and a huge fan of Downstair Alley. Macey, meet Gavin.”
“Happy to meet you, Macey,” Gavin says with a smile.
“Me, too, Gavin.” They shake hands and immediately dive into a conversation about singing and breathing techniques. I listen with interest, but don’t really feel like a part of the discussion, so I look around to see who else is here. “I’ll be right back,” I tell them when I see Jake and Rick.
“Sure,” Macey says, still concentrating on the conversation.
I go over to my boss and one of my colleagues. “Hey, how’d you like it?”
“Madeleine, I mean, Lane . . . I thought it was great! Macey’s voice knocked my socks off,” Jake says.
“I’m so amazed, I don’t know what to say.” I grin. “Hi, Rick.”
“Hey, Lane.”
“What did you think, Rick?”
“I’m not a fan of fairy tales,” Rick says, “but Macey did an incredible job. Now I finally understand why everyone likes the Disney film,” he says with a laugh.
I agree with him. “And do you know what the moral of the story
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