A/N: Hey guys! Yep, it's a new one. I've had this idea forever, and I wanted to get the ball rolling before the idea died, but first I had to play a little catch up on my other stories. Now, I understand many of my readers have not seen the stage musical of Mary Poppins. I apologize, because that's basically all that this one is about. However, if you know the MP lore well enough, you can still understand and follow along, and you may just enjoy it anyways! For those of you who have seen the glorious stage production, we're going to have some fun with the Original Broadway Cast members! Whether you know what's going on or not, please review, and if you choose to stick with the story after this, you're in for a real ride. Thanks guys! Love, Elizabeth

Her heels clacking on the floor, the young woman smiled as the sound her shoes made echoed down the hallway she had just entered. The young woman didn't know exactly why she was smiling. After all, it was another long night of work ahead of her, and while it was work she enjoyed so much it didn't really feel like work, she felt she hadn't been up to par lately. This day was not particularly different than any other, she had no particular reason to be full of smiles. She was mostly a smiling person, but today just seemed...well, exciting. As she continued down the hallway, a dog barked beside her- her dog to be exact, for no explicable reason. He, too, seemed to be in a great mood.

"You too Eddie?" she said fondly.

The dog barked again in response, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth in a sloppy grin. The woman finally turned the corner to see several people milling about.

"Hey Ashley!" a young man called to her as he walked by.

"Hi Kevin!" she replied. Eddie barked as well. As the young woman, Ashley, proceeded on her journey, she had a feeling of anxiety creep in to her stomach, despite the giddy need to smile. Something didn't quite feel right, not in a bad way or in a foreboding manner, but something was definitely amiss. The young woman's feeling of premonition intensified as she reached a door with a sign at eye-level that read "Ashley Brown" on it. Ashley, Ashley Brown to be exact, entered her dressing room and closed the door, took her puppy Eddie off his leash, and gave a content sigh.

After setting down her purse and putting her phone out on her counter, she grabbed a Red Bull from the fridge in the corner. The room was cozy and well-decorated. There were a few chairs, flowers, and mementos scattered about. Pictures bordered around her mirror, the bright makeup lights already on and all her supplies already out. Coats hung neatly in their proper places- red, black, blue, purple, and even a colorful pink number. Underneath the costumes sat a carpet bag and black umbrella with a parrot's head. Next to Ashley's phone on the counter stood a framed photograph of Julie Andrews, as her iconic role, Mary Poppins. Eddie sniffed about the room as Ashley began running through some vocal warm-ups, and occasionally Eddie would join in with grunts and howls.

"Keep it down over there will ya?" yelled a man with an educated British accent, shortly after a couple of knocks on the wall. Ashley merely rolled her eyes as she heard laughter in the direction of the man with the British accent. Eddie barked.

"Ignore him Eddie," Ashley shouted loud enough for the man next door to hear.

"Oh I don't mind Eddie, it's that woman he's always with," the man yelled back, laughing.

"Cheeky," Ashley muttered to herself. She stopped rummaging through her makeup for a moment, surprised at the statement she had just made. After a second of thought she shook it off, and tacked it up to her nerves and odd emotions she'd been having all evening. As Ashley began putting on makeup, copious amounts of pink blush and flaming red lipstick being involved, her anxiety grew. She was never really one for nerves, but this evening seemed to keep eating away at her. It wasn't an upsetting feeling, but as she began getting in her first costume, Ashley began to feel somewhat different. She was not really a superstitious person, although there were rumors that a ghost haunted the theatre. Ashley didn't know why, but she knew as she sat in her dressing room at the New Amsterdam Theatre in New York City, where she played Mary Poppins on broadway eight nights a week, she knew, something was happening.

As if to confirm her suspicions, at that very moment, her dressing room door flew open, and a burst of wind played at the corners of her pictures and rustled the remaining costumes on the rack. Ashley's wig stayed in place, as it was meant to do, but her skirt played about her ankles and the ruffles down the front of her blouse played in the sudden breeze. After whatever it was had blown through, Ashley blinked her eyes in surprise. How could a blowing wind come flying through the theatre, or any theatre for that matter? Ashley didn't think much of it however, due to her frustration of being interrupted during her preparation. She looked at the wide open dressing door in frustration.

"Was that really necessary?" Ashley stated at the door, as she was wont to with inanimate objects. To her intense surprise however, the door swung shut, as if blown back shut again by the mysterious impossible breeze that had blown through the dressing rooms. Maybe I'm not feeling well, Ashley thought. She decided another gulp of Red Bull would hit the spot, but after grabbing it off of the counter, she suddenly had no desire for the stuff, and promptly dumped it out in the sink. She then thought to check her cell phone one more time before the show, but noticed it was no longer on the counter. It was somewhere in her dressing room, but she couldn't seem to locate it. In her frustration she snapped her fingers, and to her immense surprise, found that her phone was in her left hand.

"What in the-" she began, but did not complete her statement due to rapt knocking at her dressing room door. I must have had it in my hand the whole time. Only I could do something like that. She opened the door to find a tall, dark, and handsome man leaning against her door frame in brown pants, a quilted vest, and a red handkerchief around his neck, along with a brown cabbie hat atop his head.

"Oh it's you. And here I thought I told Eddie to quit hanging around with you," the man said in a perfect British accent, although it had slowly crept into more of a cockney sound. Eddie came trotting over to the door and barked.

"Ello there Eddie," the man said, stepping into the dressing room.

"You are so witty Gavin, have I told you that before?" Ashley stated in a sarcastic fashion as she shut the door behind him.

"Doesn't hurt to tell me again," Gavin said with a bright smile as he scratched Eddie behind his ears.

"This room really is a mess," Ashley said, placing her hands on her hips and looking about the room and sighing.

"Yeah, alright Mary," Gavin laughed, taking a seat in a chair in the corner, only after he removed a few magazines and a sweater from it.

"I'm being serious Gavin. Don't be cheeky."

"Oh? Now I'm cheeky? Since when were you a method actor Ash?" he laughed.

"I...I didn't mean cheeky. I meant don't be a smart-ass," Ashley stated, blinking a few times.

"Uh huh. The costume helped make your previous statements quite hilarious though," he said, giving Ashley a wink. She responded by raising one of her eyebrows, then decided to sit down at her makeup counter and continue her routine that had been so rudely interrupted, twice.

"I haven't been quite myself today. I'm not sure, I can't explain it. I just hope I'm alright tonight."

"You'll be fine, you always are. You hardly get worked up though, what's the problem?"

"I don't know, I feel fine, just...something is different. What did you come over here for anyways?" Ashley asked, applying more rouge to her cheeks.

"Well I was curious. Call me crazy, but my dressing room door flew open suddenly a few moments ago and this gust of wind blew everything around. It sounds impossible but I swear it happened," Gavin said.

"That happened to you too?" Ashley said, turning around in her chair to look at him.

"It happened to you? I really thought I was imagining things."

"Just now. I told you something if off. If you can believe it, I didn't even finish my Red Bull a moment ago. I didn't want it. Then I couldn't find my phone, and after searching and searching I discovered it in my hand. I must be losing my mind," she laughed.

"That is strange," Gavin said.

"Not to mention, after the door blew open I got so frustrated and yelled at it-" Gavin snorted, not surprised at her statement. "Oh behave yourself." Gavin's eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"Behave myself?"

"It must be nerves. I'm just a mess tonight." Gavin now had a wry smile on his face. She did seem to be a little off tonight. "Well you know me, I scolded my door and it swung shut of its own accord. I can't explain it."

"The place is haunted," Gavin suggested.

"You don't believe that, do you?"

"Anything can happen."

"Lame," Ashley laughed.

"Hmm, that was a terrible joke. I guess you aren't the only one in bad form tonight," he laughed.

"This place couldn't possibly haunted. And that's a horrible explanation for why I'm on the fritz tonight."

"You never know what could happen around here. We are performing a quite magical show," he laughed. "Don't worry about it, you'll get all keyed up." Ashley smiled at him for the confidence booster. Despite his goofy demeanor, Gavin could be quite the gentleman. "Well I have to get ready for curtain. Shall I meet you in the park then?" he said, laughing at his own terrible pun.

"You really are in bad form tonight," Ashley laughed.

"We can't all be practically perfect," Gavin smiled as he exited the dressing room. Ashley rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Eddie came over to sniff around her skirt.

"Oh Eddie, what are we going to do with him?" Eddie began a series of barks up at her, and then went to sit in his bed. "I swear you think you can talk sometimes."

With that, Ashley checked her makeup and costume one last time, secured her hat on expertly, and put on her white gloves. She grabbed the iconic carpet bag and parrot-head umbrella and stood in front of her mirror. Something was different. Of course, she looked exactly like Mary Poppins now, but something inside of Ashley felt different. It was foreign and exciting, but welcoming. Whatever it was, Ashley just hoped that the show that night would be spit spot. Now I'm making bad puns, she thought to herself, shaking her head as she left her dressing room, her black boots clacking on the floor on her way to the stage.