Kaylee's POV
I never expected it would be this hard to adjust to New York life. I also never expected to wake up on the couch next to a shirtless guy I met last week at a Les Mis audition. Eh, you only live once, right?
I pick up my phone, frantically dialing the number scribed on the piece of torn paper in my hand.
"Hello?"
"I got it, I got Eponine!" I squeal, smiling down the phone.
"Wow! You deserve it." Zach responds, sounding chuffed. I whip my hair out of my face and continue.
"Thanks so much. Anyway, I'm so excited! Rehearsals start Monday and I can't wait to meet everyone."
"I know, I'm gonna be there, holding you once you get shot. I'm Marius." He says smoothly and my mouth temporarily drops.
"Oh my god! That's so cool! Hey, uh... wanna come round now with the last of your things and... uh... practise?"
And that's how it started. As you may have guessed, we didn't practise much.
I'm woken by the landline ringing and yawn, stretching out my arms before slipping out from under the thin blanket and picking up the phone, holding it to my ear.
"Hello? Yeah, speaking. Oh my god! Definitely! Yes, no question. Sure!" At this point, Zach begins to stir and rub his tired hazel eyes before sitting up and watching me intently. "Okay, so... Thursday? Cool. I'll see you then, bye!"
"What's up?" Zach questions, pulling back the covers and retreiving his shirt and shoes.
"I think I'm going back." I reply with a smile.