A/N: I do not own these characters. I simply borrow them for my amusement.
Christine's POV:
I was slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. My head hurt, so I kept my eyes shut. I could hear Meg coming closer too me. She sounded worried.
"Oh my God! Chris, Chris are you okay?" Her voice got closer. "You could have killed somebody!" Meg shouted. I wasn't sure who she was shouting at, my mind was feeling a little foggy.
Christine could hear footsteps and voices coming toward her.
"Chris, come on, Chris. You're gonna be okay." She heard Meg again.
"What happened?" I heard a man's voice. "Is she all right?"
I could hear more voices, but couldn't quite make them out. Then one voice got louder than the rest. That's when I finally felt I could try and open my eyes. The first face I saw was a man I thought I knew, although I couldn't place him. It was as if we had met years ago, or far away, in some half forgotten dream.
"Who are you?" I asked, still trying to place him.
"A very relieved admirer." He responded. "Thought we lost the star of our show there for a minute."
"This is Mr. Foster, Miss Day. Our producer and major backer." Said the man standing next to me.
"Well I guess that makes me an authority on, how you'll be spending your time for a while." Mr. Foster said.
"I don't understand." I said, still trying to grasp what was going on around me.
"Excuse me. Christine, the part is yours." Mr. Foster said.
I smile, I'm so happy. I can't believe that I actually got the part. This all feels a little surreal.
"Unless, of course, you've changed your mind." Mr. Foster said, helping me up and looking above the stage. When he touched me, my hands felt a shock go through them.
"Don't say another word Chris." Meg said, before I could even respond. Just like Meg to take charge of something like this. "I umm… I represent Miss Day, and before we go any further I would like to have something in writing."
Mr. Foster gestured to the other man who immediately stepped in. "Uh, you will have it in writing don't you worry." He takes Meg and leads off of the stage. "Uh, come on over here, we'll have a coffee."
"You sure you're okay?" Mr. Foster asked me. Now that we're alone, that feeling of familiarity returns, although I still can't place it. it's a warm feeling, making me think of when he held my hand.
"I'm a little shaky." I respond honestly.
"You uh, you look like you could use a drink." He said, helping me into my jacket. "Come on, they'll be haggling terms for hours." He offers me his arm and we leave the theatre.