Lizzie in Australia
I don't own anything.
I'm putting a lot of coincidences in this chapter, but oh well
Chapter 10: Kate
Ethan was angry.
Angry. His girlfriend for a day, two days, maybe, was off to only God knows where to find her long-lost best friend, someone she loved. And Ethan saw Gordo as competition; competition against him for Lizzie.
Ethan didn't like competition, and neither was he used to it.
But nothing could be done, no, Ethan was left to scour the city, which he had never seen.
Even if he wasn't with Lizzie, at least he could still try to find a way to prevent Gordo from doing who knows what with his girlfriend.
Ethan was at the Opera House. Not that he liked the Opera House, he found opera boring and stupid. Of course, he had nothing else to do, but wait.
Ethan didn't like waiting.
He walked around, dazed almost, not really seeing what he saw. He walked almost mindlessly through the many Australian opera-going fans.
Ethan accidentally bumped into someone as he walked unseeing through the outside of the Opera House.
"Oww," Ethan said, cursing himself. Then he looked over at whom he had bumped into.
Ethan's eyes grew as wide as saucers.
Ethan was in shock. It was Kate Sanders, his former girlfriend, from Middle and High school, and college.
Kate glanced around at him absentmindedly. "I'm so sorry..." she began. Then, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief, she said, "Ethan? What the heck are you doing here?"
Ethan was equally surprised. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be back at Hillridge."
Kate obviously didn't like him treating her like his daughter or girlfriend; her eyes narrowed, almost to slits. "Am I forbidden to be in Sydney too?" she snapped.
"No," Ethan said, his cheeks feeling warm. He was embarrassed by what he had just said.
Kate looked at him and laughed at his predicament, but it wasn't a snobby, sarcastic, 'too-bad-for-you, sucker' laugh. It was as if she really thought he was funny.
What's changed? Ethan wondered.
Kate brushed her long, blond hair back, and movement that made Ethan's heart lurch.
After all these years, Ethan thought. Damn it, he cursed himself. Still a crush.
"So. What's up," Kate asked him.
"Nothing," Ethan said quickly. "What about you?"
Kate cocked her head. "I'm the lead for one of Sydney's new operas. It's called You'll Be Alright." She looked proud of herself.
Ethan looked impressed. "Wow."
"It was nothing," Kate said modestly. "So. Why are you really here?"
Somewhere, nagging him, in the back of his mind, a voice told him not to tell her about Lizzie. "I'm just...touring," he said.
"Well, you look bored," Kate commented. "Why don't you come with me? I'll show you around and stuff, or whatever."
"I guess," Ethan said, wondering what she was up to.
Kate grinned. "I'm not up to anything," she said, laughing.
Ethan wondered how she read his mind. But of course, she'd been his girlfriend for almost 5 years. She would know.
"So, come on," Kate said, grabbing his hand. She skipped ahead, like a little kid.
Ethan couldn't help but to smile. Something has changed.
They reached the Opera House quickly. Kate led him to the back, where there were few people, and opened a door that read 'Employees Only.'
Ethan glanced out. Hundreds of people were waiting, looking like more or less like a snake coiling around the stone floors, with huge chunks of the snake almost as if it had been sliced apart. It was noisy, loud, and unappealing. Ethan just couldn't figure out how Australians found it fun.
"Where are we going?" Ethan asked.
"Backstage," Kate replied. "Where else?"
"Oh," Ethan said, nodding.
Kate then led them through a maze of workers, almost all of them setting up props, putting on costumes and makeup, and other sorts of things people needed when they acted - or performed.
"Kate!" a man in a sleek black, professional looking business suit said breathlessly, running toward her. "Get in your costume and put on your makeup!" He ushered her over to a tall brunette who had almost every part of her body pierced - well, only the parts that were actually pierce-able.
Kate refused to go over. "Stan, this is my friend Ethan." Kate gestured at Ethan.
Stan looked Ethan over. "You her boyfriend?" he asked gruffly.
Ethan shook his head.
"A pity," Stan said. "Anybody would be lucky to have her."
Kate blushed red and Ethan began to laughed. Ethan saw the smile, the laugh, even the way that she talked to people, it all seemed different, somehow. Ethan had to admit, she was as attractive and beautiful as ever, and even had a better personality, almost like Lizzie's.
"Well, let's get this thing on the road, peoples!" Stan said loudly - resuming his attention to the people still setting up - clapping his hands together. "We're starting this show in approximately one hour and a half, so you better be prepared."
Then he looked back to Ethan. "You can stay here and watch, or you can run around Sydney for an hour," he told him. "If you decide to leave, I'll give you a backstage pass, okay? Then you can come back here whenever you feel like it."
Ethan shook his head. "I'll stay here. But I appreciate your, you know, offer."
"Okay," Stan agreed. "But it might not be very fun." Then he strode away, yelling "Hurry it up!" or "Keep going!" or "Faster!"
"Can I explore?" Ethan asked.
"Sure," Kate said, yelping in pain as the brunette accidentally pulled her now-brown hair a little too hard.
Ethan wandered around the Opera House. Parts of it looked as if it was built in the nineteenth century, and Ethan told himself it probably was built during the nineteenth century. There was a lot of dust everywhere, presumably from the many actors and actresses shifting clothes, putting on makeup, moving quickly through the narrow hallways. (A/N: I've never been inside the Opera House!!!!!!!) Ethan, however, found a corridor that nobody was in, and decided to check it out.
Finding that it led to a dead end, Ethan sauntered away. He met various minor actors, talked to them a bit. Most, however, were too busy - even if they'd finished dressing up, they were doing last minute rehearsals. Evidently this was something quite big.
Ethan glanced at his watch...12:14. Only an hour had passed.
Ethan continued his exploration of backstage Opera House, which eventually ended up back where he started, where Kate was singing softly.
"What are you singing?" Ethan asked.
Kate grabbed a thick book from the chair. "Page 47," she told him.
Ethan flipped the pages till he reached 47. On the top there was a song labeled 'Your Heart.' Ethan scanned the page, but he really didn't know how to read it.
Ethan glanced at some of the other pages. "Is this...your script?" he wondered aloud.
"Yes," Kate said.
Ethan flipped to the back page. "It's almost 70 pages," he commented, his eyes growing large. "That's a lot to memorize."
"We had almost 8 months," Kate told him. "Besides, it's a musical. It's actually only 50 pages without the songs in there."
Ethan nodded.
Kate glanced at the old grandfather clock. "It's about time for me to perform," she said. "Here's a pass." She handed him a slip of plastic paper, and bit her lip. "You get the best seats in the stadium. My gift."
"Thanks," Ethan said, impressed.
He left the building, and walked across the area, and fell in line.
* * *
It took at least forty minutes before he reached the ticket person. "Ticket, please," he said monotonously. When Ethan thought about it, he had to admit it was a terribly boring job.
Ethan handed him his ticket. He inspected it, then said, "Go upstairs. Row 3, seat 9."
"Thanks," Ethan said politely. He took his ticket, and went onto the elevator. It took him to a small box, about in the middle of everything. It was shaped downward, and contained only about 50 spots.
There were a lot of people in the small area above the rest of the crowd, most already in their seats, some munching on popcorn, some drinking, like it was a movie theater.
Ethan sat down in his designated seat and silently began to watch.
The person behind him, a girl with long, red hair and almond shaped eyes, tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey," she said, winking at him seductively.
Ethan sent her a disgusted look that read, 'get away,' but she didn't seem to get the message.
"Wanna sit next to me?" she cooed.
"Get away," Ethan said. The girl looked angry, but didn't bother him again.
Just as Ethan turned back, the lights closed and a spotlight shone on Stan, who was talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted into his microphone. "Boys and girls, we welcome you to our annual 'theater night.' Tonight is only once a year, so be prepared to see the spectacular!"
The crowd roared.
"I present to you, perhaps the greatest musical in all of Australian history, You'll Be Alright!"
The crowd cheered, and the show began.
Thank you for reading, and please leave a review!!!!! Oh, if you want, tell me what I'm doing wrong!
I don't own anything.
I'm putting a lot of coincidences in this chapter, but oh well
Chapter 10: Kate
Ethan was angry.
Angry. His girlfriend for a day, two days, maybe, was off to only God knows where to find her long-lost best friend, someone she loved. And Ethan saw Gordo as competition; competition against him for Lizzie.
Ethan didn't like competition, and neither was he used to it.
But nothing could be done, no, Ethan was left to scour the city, which he had never seen.
Even if he wasn't with Lizzie, at least he could still try to find a way to prevent Gordo from doing who knows what with his girlfriend.
Ethan was at the Opera House. Not that he liked the Opera House, he found opera boring and stupid. Of course, he had nothing else to do, but wait.
Ethan didn't like waiting.
He walked around, dazed almost, not really seeing what he saw. He walked almost mindlessly through the many Australian opera-going fans.
Ethan accidentally bumped into someone as he walked unseeing through the outside of the Opera House.
"Oww," Ethan said, cursing himself. Then he looked over at whom he had bumped into.
Ethan's eyes grew as wide as saucers.
Ethan was in shock. It was Kate Sanders, his former girlfriend, from Middle and High school, and college.
Kate glanced around at him absentmindedly. "I'm so sorry..." she began. Then, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief, she said, "Ethan? What the heck are you doing here?"
Ethan was equally surprised. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be back at Hillridge."
Kate obviously didn't like him treating her like his daughter or girlfriend; her eyes narrowed, almost to slits. "Am I forbidden to be in Sydney too?" she snapped.
"No," Ethan said, his cheeks feeling warm. He was embarrassed by what he had just said.
Kate looked at him and laughed at his predicament, but it wasn't a snobby, sarcastic, 'too-bad-for-you, sucker' laugh. It was as if she really thought he was funny.
What's changed? Ethan wondered.
Kate brushed her long, blond hair back, and movement that made Ethan's heart lurch.
After all these years, Ethan thought. Damn it, he cursed himself. Still a crush.
"So. What's up," Kate asked him.
"Nothing," Ethan said quickly. "What about you?"
Kate cocked her head. "I'm the lead for one of Sydney's new operas. It's called You'll Be Alright." She looked proud of herself.
Ethan looked impressed. "Wow."
"It was nothing," Kate said modestly. "So. Why are you really here?"
Somewhere, nagging him, in the back of his mind, a voice told him not to tell her about Lizzie. "I'm just...touring," he said.
"Well, you look bored," Kate commented. "Why don't you come with me? I'll show you around and stuff, or whatever."
"I guess," Ethan said, wondering what she was up to.
Kate grinned. "I'm not up to anything," she said, laughing.
Ethan wondered how she read his mind. But of course, she'd been his girlfriend for almost 5 years. She would know.
"So, come on," Kate said, grabbing his hand. She skipped ahead, like a little kid.
Ethan couldn't help but to smile. Something has changed.
They reached the Opera House quickly. Kate led him to the back, where there were few people, and opened a door that read 'Employees Only.'
Ethan glanced out. Hundreds of people were waiting, looking like more or less like a snake coiling around the stone floors, with huge chunks of the snake almost as if it had been sliced apart. It was noisy, loud, and unappealing. Ethan just couldn't figure out how Australians found it fun.
"Where are we going?" Ethan asked.
"Backstage," Kate replied. "Where else?"
"Oh," Ethan said, nodding.
Kate then led them through a maze of workers, almost all of them setting up props, putting on costumes and makeup, and other sorts of things people needed when they acted - or performed.
"Kate!" a man in a sleek black, professional looking business suit said breathlessly, running toward her. "Get in your costume and put on your makeup!" He ushered her over to a tall brunette who had almost every part of her body pierced - well, only the parts that were actually pierce-able.
Kate refused to go over. "Stan, this is my friend Ethan." Kate gestured at Ethan.
Stan looked Ethan over. "You her boyfriend?" he asked gruffly.
Ethan shook his head.
"A pity," Stan said. "Anybody would be lucky to have her."
Kate blushed red and Ethan began to laughed. Ethan saw the smile, the laugh, even the way that she talked to people, it all seemed different, somehow. Ethan had to admit, she was as attractive and beautiful as ever, and even had a better personality, almost like Lizzie's.
"Well, let's get this thing on the road, peoples!" Stan said loudly - resuming his attention to the people still setting up - clapping his hands together. "We're starting this show in approximately one hour and a half, so you better be prepared."
Then he looked back to Ethan. "You can stay here and watch, or you can run around Sydney for an hour," he told him. "If you decide to leave, I'll give you a backstage pass, okay? Then you can come back here whenever you feel like it."
Ethan shook his head. "I'll stay here. But I appreciate your, you know, offer."
"Okay," Stan agreed. "But it might not be very fun." Then he strode away, yelling "Hurry it up!" or "Keep going!" or "Faster!"
"Can I explore?" Ethan asked.
"Sure," Kate said, yelping in pain as the brunette accidentally pulled her now-brown hair a little too hard.
Ethan wandered around the Opera House. Parts of it looked as if it was built in the nineteenth century, and Ethan told himself it probably was built during the nineteenth century. There was a lot of dust everywhere, presumably from the many actors and actresses shifting clothes, putting on makeup, moving quickly through the narrow hallways. (A/N: I've never been inside the Opera House!!!!!!!) Ethan, however, found a corridor that nobody was in, and decided to check it out.
Finding that it led to a dead end, Ethan sauntered away. He met various minor actors, talked to them a bit. Most, however, were too busy - even if they'd finished dressing up, they were doing last minute rehearsals. Evidently this was something quite big.
Ethan glanced at his watch...12:14. Only an hour had passed.
Ethan continued his exploration of backstage Opera House, which eventually ended up back where he started, where Kate was singing softly.
"What are you singing?" Ethan asked.
Kate grabbed a thick book from the chair. "Page 47," she told him.
Ethan flipped the pages till he reached 47. On the top there was a song labeled 'Your Heart.' Ethan scanned the page, but he really didn't know how to read it.
Ethan glanced at some of the other pages. "Is this...your script?" he wondered aloud.
"Yes," Kate said.
Ethan flipped to the back page. "It's almost 70 pages," he commented, his eyes growing large. "That's a lot to memorize."
"We had almost 8 months," Kate told him. "Besides, it's a musical. It's actually only 50 pages without the songs in there."
Ethan nodded.
Kate glanced at the old grandfather clock. "It's about time for me to perform," she said. "Here's a pass." She handed him a slip of plastic paper, and bit her lip. "You get the best seats in the stadium. My gift."
"Thanks," Ethan said, impressed.
He left the building, and walked across the area, and fell in line.
* * *
It took at least forty minutes before he reached the ticket person. "Ticket, please," he said monotonously. When Ethan thought about it, he had to admit it was a terribly boring job.
Ethan handed him his ticket. He inspected it, then said, "Go upstairs. Row 3, seat 9."
"Thanks," Ethan said politely. He took his ticket, and went onto the elevator. It took him to a small box, about in the middle of everything. It was shaped downward, and contained only about 50 spots.
There were a lot of people in the small area above the rest of the crowd, most already in their seats, some munching on popcorn, some drinking, like it was a movie theater.
Ethan sat down in his designated seat and silently began to watch.
The person behind him, a girl with long, red hair and almond shaped eyes, tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey," she said, winking at him seductively.
Ethan sent her a disgusted look that read, 'get away,' but she didn't seem to get the message.
"Wanna sit next to me?" she cooed.
"Get away," Ethan said. The girl looked angry, but didn't bother him again.
Just as Ethan turned back, the lights closed and a spotlight shone on Stan, who was talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted into his microphone. "Boys and girls, we welcome you to our annual 'theater night.' Tonight is only once a year, so be prepared to see the spectacular!"
The crowd roared.
"I present to you, perhaps the greatest musical in all of Australian history, You'll Be Alright!"
The crowd cheered, and the show began.
Thank you for reading, and please leave a review!!!!! Oh, if you want, tell me what I'm doing wrong!