Chapter One
I didn't intend to fall to my death this morning. I don't even remember how I fell, or was I pushed? "Well this is a fine way to die. Goodbye world, I leave my apartment and belongings to Liz. Tell my crew I love them-." I stopped my dying speech short when I started to go up, "okay, who forgot to pay the gravity bill?" I muttered when I looked down to notice metal arms were holding me, "Holy Shit!" I nearly jumped. The suit chuckled, can a suit chuckle? I was then promptly placed on the ground. I glanced at the suit, "thanks, I guess." I walked off, prepared to forget about the event.
I was halfway to the subway station when a man stepped in front of me, "you're welcome by the way." I glared, "for what!?" The man smirked, "for saving your life." I facepalmed, how had I not recognize the suit? "I owe my life to Tony freaking Stark." He mock bowed, "can I have your name?" I rolled my eyes, "Mason. Sam Mason." He nodded, "well Sam, where you headed?" I kept walking. "Nederlander Theatre on Broadway." He fell in step, "are you the star of the show?" he asked playfully. I scoffed, "Lighting design." I looked at my watch, "Crap!" I bolted for the train leaving Tony in the dust.
I did finally reach the theatre, "Mr. Williams!" I handed him my lighting script to him, "finished it last night." He laughed, "Have you gotten any sleep this week?" I thought for a moment and calculated, "three hours, two days ago." Mr. Williams shook his head, "if I didn't have a technical run through to do for tomorrows show, I would send you home to get some sleep." I shook my head, "I have three Powerades, two Mountain Dews, and adrenaline running through me. I'm not sleeping anytime soon." He smiled, "well in that case, to the rafters with you." I ran on stage and shifted the sand bags so that the pulley system pulled me up. "Comms check." I heard Alex, the stage manager, talk in my ear. "Loud and clear from the rafters." I replied. "Blackout." I called to the light workers.
After an entire run through of the show, we came out from our hiding places. "Excellent job guys. Sam, can you slow down the light reactions?" I nodded. He rambled to the others about various things. "Sam your now head of lighting design." I smiled, "thank you sir." He nodded, "be at the theatre by five for a run through. Show starts at seven." We all grabbed our things and went for the door. "And Sam?" he called toward me, "get some sleep."
I left the theatre and was on the train when I heard a voice next to me. "You didn't tell me the name of your play. " I looked at the source of the voice and almost fell over until he caught me. I glared, "The Capitalist and the Communist Vie for our Heroes Affection, and yes I'm aware it's a lengthy title." Tony nodded. "Well I look forward to seeing it." Then he left. "Damn that man." I growled.
I walked into my apartment where my roommate, Liz, waited for me. "You're alive!" I shrugged. "Yeah, what did you expect?" she smiled. Liz was two years older than me, making her 23 to her 21. She's the lead in the play and was in love with it. "So, what's he like?" she asked curiously. I tilted my head, "who's who like?" she chuckled, "you know, Tony Stark." I shrugged, "persistent, smug, just how everyone describes him." Liz rolled her eyes, "excited about the play tomorrow?" I smiled like a mad man, "so psyched." Liz smiled, "who are you taking with your stage crew discount?" before I could answer, my phone rang, "Popular, I know all about popular." I picked up, "'ello? Williams. Really? Really? Oh my god that's great! Wait, who made the donation? Lemme guess, Stark Industries? No reason, thanks. Bye." I looked over at Liz, "the show just got a donation." Liz shot up, "how much?" I shrugged, "enough that if the show does well, we can travel." Liz almost fell off the couch, "Are you serious! Who made it?" I looked at her and muttered. "Stark Industries." She smiled, "go to bed Sam. You need it."
