The Stage Door
Bright lights were shining, noise was coming from every direction, and yet the streets were empty. It was midnight in New York City, and it was time to go home. Being a Broadway actress was hard work, especially on Saturdays. Lots of tourists were visiting, and they had two shows on that day, instead of just one. Still, she completely adored her job. It was the career she wanted since she was practically a toddler, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
After changing out of her costume and wiping all the makeup off her face, she made her way out of the stage door, beginning to walk to her small, but elegant New York apartment. She loved her job greatly, but if she had to pick one aspect that annoyed her extremely, it was the ushers. The ticket ushers would wait outside the stage door after the show, laughing and making noise. They had no appreciation for the theater, even though they were a part of it in some way. "What losers," she thought. They were trashy and rude, smoking up the streets and not even bothering to recycle the leftover Playbills from the show. The lack of respect they had for their small, but important job sickened her.
There was another theater across the street; actors and orchestra pit members made their way out of their own stage door as well. She spotted a tall, handsome young man making his way out of the door. She never saw him before, which is probably why he caught her attention so quickly.
It was not like her to take sudden interest into other actors; she was the type of person to keep to herself, especially at this hour. But, there was something about him that struck her. Maybe it was the way he politely held the door for his fellow workers to walk through, or maybe it was because he was completely gorgeous! His eyes were like almonds, big and brown. It scared her how interested she was in this man she knew nothing about.
The next week, she continued with her routine, making her way out of the stage door. Oh no, there he was again, looking as charming as ever. She couldn't take it anymore. She had spotted him at that door every night since the week before.
"I'm a strong, independent woman. I have the right to go over there and see who this man is. That is what I'm going to do. Go over there right now, Lea" she thought to herself.
She finally shuffled across the street, nearly going on her tippy toes to tap his shoulder. She was a petite woman, while he was practically a giant. He was a very tall man. She liked tall men.
"Excuse me? Yes, hello, my name is Lea. You are?" she said nervously, which was quite odd to her, because she was never nervous.
"Hi, I'm Cory, nice to meet you. Can I help you with something?" The tall man stared her down in confusion, and yet kept a friendly face. Thankfully, he was in no hurry to leave.
After an hour of conversation at the stage door, a date was planned. She thanked herself for her conversation starter skills. She found out that he noticed her quickly as well the week before; they laughed over the coincidence. That night, she fell asleep with the biggest smile on her face. She may actually start something with the man she admired from a far.
She had her vacation from the show the next week and was extremely excited to see Cory in his own theater. She wanted to see this production for quite sometime, and it made her giggly inside to know that he would be on that stage as well. He seemed like a very hard working man, and that made her proud, even though they just met.
After changing into a lovely black dress with her hair all done, she made her way to the theater. As she excitedly walked down the line that was leading into the orchestra seating, she began to search her purse for the ticket.
"Hello, may I see your ticket please?" The tall, polite looking man said.