Chapter three, y'all! I'm hoping you guys really like this story, 'cause it's the most I've written in a really long time. Well, that I've actually posted. I made a few dabbles but they never got my seal of approval to be posted.
Enjoy, peoples!
Marilyn the Musical…
Tom's POV
After Derek yelled at Ivy the way he did it's not right. She's too upset right now for him to do things like that. It's not good for her to be all worked up, she needs to relax.
I find him in the theater back at work on another song, "DEREK!" I shout at him.
"I'm working on your new song, how am I supposed to finish it for you when people keep interrupting me?" he yells.
"It's important," I calmly tell him.
"Fine, what?" he asks, giving the dancers a water break.
"What the hell did you do to Ivy?" I ask, getting angry.
"She can't really be a part of this show while she's knocked up," He bluntly states.
"But you can't fire her without talking to Julia and I first!" I yell back, Julia and I are trying to write this, if he fires the lead, it makes things difficult.
"You still want her in this?" he screams. Just because he doesn't want anything to do with the baby, doesn't mean he should totally ignore Ivy.
"She deserves this! But what she doesn't deserve is a heartless jerk like you who knocks her up and then tells her to get rid of the baby!" I tell him, it really hurt ivy when he said those things to her.
"I don't want any part of that baby!"
"Then why'd you sleep with her? She's devastated that she won't get this lead!" I yell. The dancers have realized we're going to take a while and have started working through what they know on their own.
"She can't have this lead!" he yells.
"You screwed her over! Let her be an understudy for the next few months and then take over when she has the baby," I suggest.
"Alright, fine. But this show can't work with a pregnant Marilyn!" he snaps.
"I'm not that dumb. But do you want it to go to the press if you kick her off?" I ask him.
"Well what else are we going to do with her?" he yells.
"Keep it quiet for as long as possible, Karen needs an understudy," I suggest.
"Alright, fine. but she'll have to wait until after the baby to do anything with the show," he says.
"I know. Just stop being an ass to her, things are hard enough for her right now."
"I'm an ass to everybody," he says, correcting me.
I sigh, "Could you try to be nicer to her? Whether you like it or not she is having your kid." Now I understand why Ivy said he's not the fatherly type.
"I told you, I'm not interested in the kid. I don't want anything to do with it," he says to me.
"Whatever. You just made it really hard for me to respect you" I nearly growl at him.
"That doesn't really matter to me," he calmly says.
"Well it should matter. I'd want the people who I work with to respect me," I can't believe half of the things he's saying right now, honestly, I'm glad he doesn't want anything to do with her baby because the kid would have a sorry excuse for a father.
"I just need people to do what I say so the show won't flop." And a lot of that comes from respect and the people's willingness to work together, I'm not sure how well that'll work out.
"Yeah, okay. And by do what you say does that include sleep with you? Because that's certainly what you did to Ivy," I remind him.
"I didn't make her do anything she said she would do everything it takes to get Marilyn."
I just sigh, "So you thought it included sleeping with her? How low can you possibly get?"
"That doesn't seem to matter seeing the shows I do are successes." It should matter, especially now that the girl who was supposed to be his lead is pregnant.
"Now I know why. But this time you screwed up and got your lead pregnant."
"Well it's a good thing I had two options for the lead when this started," he says, with a smirk on his face.
"You got really lucky there. And you'll be lucky if I work with you after this" I yell, he hurt one of my really good friends, and I don't think I can work with someone who hardly cares about other people.
"I didn't want to work with you to begin with. That was all Eileen's idea," he tells me.
"You can't do anything about it now. That is, unless you want me to tell Eileen what you did," I suggest.
"She's the one that wanted me on this show," he reminds me.
"You may be right about that but does she know how heartless you really are?" I ask.
"We'll see if you tell her."
"I just might have to seeing that you nearly fired Ivy without coming to us first," I snap, that really bothers me that he'd do that without coming to anyone else trying to put this show together.
"I told you we can't cast Ivy now anyways," he calmly says.
"I know, but that doesn't stop several people from being angry with you for what you've done," I remind him.
"Right now there's just you," he says, I can tell he's thinking.
"Do you not think Ivy is angry? You took away her chance of getting a lead," I snap, I've just about had it with this man, he needs to realize what he's done and how much he's changed her life.
"I already talked to her," he tells me.
"I know that. She was crying after you did," I say, I'm not sure when she started crying. It probably wasn't until she got away from him.
"She was crying?"
"Yeah. Because of what you did," I snap.
"She can't do anything around here for us," he coolly says.
"I'm done going in circles with you," I say, waiting for him to either leave or say something else that's stupid.
"I have work to do," he mumbles. He's lucky he chooses the option to walk away.
Ivy's Apartment…
Ivy's POV
I'm still crying a little by the time I get home. I just lost my only job. I don't know how to do anything except perform. I won't be able to pay my rent for very long by myself and I definitely won't be able to pay for the doctors appointments I'm going to have to go to. I can probably get away with staying in the ensemble of Heaven on Earth for a while but I won't be able to perform in that once I've started showing…
I don't even know what I'm doing with the baby yet. I'm still trying to get Julia to adopt it but what if that falls through? Then what do I do? I'm afraid to put it in the system but I can't raise the baby by myself. I'm just an actress. I should probably call Julia again. Maybe she can work out what to do about Marilyn and Heaven on Earth and everything else…
I call Julia and it rings once before she picks up.
"Hey," she says.
"Hi…"
"What's up?" Julia asks, "You sound upset…"
"Derek fired me," I sigh.
"Without telling me?" Julia asks, "There's no way."
"Well I don't have a part anymore so I don't really have a job in Marilyn either…" I say. I really have no idea how I'm going to pay my rent or anything now. If I don't have Marilyn there's only Heaven on Earth which won't last long…
"Tom told me about all that. After much arguing they agreed to let you be an understudy," Julia tells me. Thank God. Now there's one less thing for me to panic over…
"Really?" I ask. It's not like I don't trust what Julia tells me, but after hearing Derek I'm still afraid he's not going to go for this…
"Yeah. Tom wouldn't let Derek just fire you without talking to us first…" Julia says. "It's gonna be okay. we're gonna help you work through this. I promise you're not gonna lose your job. I wouldn't do that to you, especially now."
"Thanks…"
"I'm talking to my husband tonight. I'll let you know what we decide," Julia says.
"Alright…"
Julia's Apartment…
Julia's POV
When I get home I find Frank in the living room on the couch, so I sit next to him, "Hey…"
"Hey…" he says, wrapping an arm around me.
"So are you still thinking about adopting?" I quietly ask.
"Yeah, why?" he asks.
"I may have found a baby we can adopt…" I calmly tell him, hoping he doesn't freak out when I tell him whose it is.
"Really?"
"Yeah…" I say, scooting in a little closer to him.
"How?" he calmly asks.
"Ivy…" I reply, hoping he's okay with this.
"She's pregnant?" he asks, sounding surprised.
"Yeah… sad thing is it's Derek's," I tell him. He should know who the father is.
"Really?" he asks, starting to rub my shoulder.
"Yeah. She's scared and doesn't know what else to do," I explain.
"Jeez what happened? I thought she was going to be Marilyn."
"I did too. then Derek had to ruin it for her. I'm not sure why he'd even do something like this" I say, I probably sound annoyed. Ivy was perfect for Marilyn.
"Well, he's known to be a womanizer…" Frank says, causing me to hide a laugh.
"Yeah, I know. He tried to fire her when she told him," I tell him.
"How did that go?" he asks, sounding concerned.
"She was upset, of course. But Tom and I argued to get her to stay," I explain.
"What is she doing now then? Karen is probably Marilyn now."
"She's an understudy. But Derek is still furious."
"That doesn't surprise me…" He says, still rubbing my shoulder.
"He wants nothing to do with the baby so she called me," I explain.
"You think we should adopt it?" He asks, if we did adopt, we wouldn't have to wait so long for a baby from China.
"Yeah, I really do. I want to do what I can to help Ivy," I tell him.
"She still wants to do Broadway doesn't she?"
I sigh, "Yeah, I feel like her mom won't really accept her unless she gets a lead."
"It sounds like it," he says, I can tell it concerns him that Ivy's in a rough situation.
"I feel like we need to do this for her, I'm just worried about what Derek will say," I say to him, Derek might not be too happy with me if I adopt his kid.
"Maybe you just shouldn't let him know for a while…" Frank suggests.
"We'll see about it…"
"Just try talking to Ivy first," he says, pulling me in and hugging me.
"I will. I told her I'd call her after we talked," I say, resting my head on his shoulder and letting him wrap his arms around me.
"Alright," he says, kissing the top of my head.
Ivy's Apartment…
Ivy's POV
I'm still sitting in my kitchen waiting for Julia to call me back. I really need her to call me so I can finally know what I'm going to do about this baby. I know I still have a job in Marilyn which makes me less worried, but I still need to know what I'm going to do with it. If her husband doesn't take it then I'm going to keep it, but it scares me to do it alone. My mom did and she turned out this crazy stage mom that forced me to do Broadway. I like performing anyways, but it wouldn't always be so stressful if she weren't on my back about it…
Finally my phone rings and I snatch it up on the first ring.
"Hey…" Julia says.
"Hi…"
"I've got some good news," Julia says, sounding happier.
"What?"
"We're gonna adopt your baby," Julia says.
I sigh, relaxing a little more. "Really?"
"Yeah, we know how much you want to be on Broadway… this will give you another chance."
"Thanks…" I say. I can't believe how relieved I feel that Julia and her husband are going to adopt the baby, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to just start a family. I've never been in a real family so I don't really know what it's like. Maybe I will do that one day, but I just don't think I can raise this baby by myself.
"It's gonna be fine," Julia tells me, "But I still want you to think about talking to your mom."
I sigh. "Alright…"
I really don't want to tell her. I already know what she'll say. All she cares about is my career. Nothing else matters to her. She just wants me to be a Broadway star like she was. She wasn't even a star that long, it only lasted one show. She won a Tony award for doing some show then never had a real Broadway career since. Probably because of me.
"You can tell her about the adoption…" she tells me, "You never know how she'll react… just give it a try…"
"Alright." I sigh and hang up.
Well I'm glad to know that Julia and Frank are going to adopt the baby, but now I have to call my mom. I really don't think she needs to know about this, but Julia is going to keep telling me to call her until I do.
I go to my freezer and get out a pint of ice cream. I usually don't keep ice cream or anything like that in my apartment but lately I've really liked ice cream, even more I've been craving Italian ice a lot but since I have to go down to Little Italy to get it I usually just get ice cream instead. Before now if you looked in my refrigerator you would find some vegetables, some fruit, and probably some random foods that I can heat up. The freezer would usually just have some ice, some frozen food I can heat up, and maybe a frozen yogurt. Right now, though, it's filled with ice cream pints plus everything else I just mentioned.
Before I know it I've finished the entire container of ice cream. I usually never eat that much since I need to stay in shape for Broadway, but I've been a hungry a lot more lately. I finally can't put off calling my mom anymore after I had cleaned my apartment, (it's gotten pretty messy) gotten the expired frozen meals out of my freezer (there were a lot of them, I never eat at home) and sorted through about three months worth of junk mail plus a few random papers here and there. (I never really check it, once I finish a show I either go out with some friends for a while, or go straight home and crash.)
I sigh, picking up my phone. I dial my mom's number and wait until she picks up. "Ivy?"
"Hey mom…" I say.
"Hey… what's up?" she asks.
"Uhm… I'm pregnant…"
"That would be a great april fools joke, but, it's not April…" mom says, sounding a little cautious. I don't say anything. "So its true then?" she asks after a short silence.
"Yeah…"
"Was it a random one night stand where the dad doesn't even know?" she asks, sounding a little annoyed.
"No, it's my director…" I say.
"That's ridiculous," she says, sounding mad. "Why the hell would you sleep with your director?"
"He was about to give Marilyn to someone else…" I say, "He said he'd give it to me…"
"Does he know about the baby?"
"Yeah, he fired me…" I sigh.
"That's what you get."
"The writers let me keep my job so I'm the understudy," I tell her.
"You're still not the lead," mom says, sounding annoyed. "How are you going to raise a baby by yourself?"
"Julia the other writer wants to adopt it," I say.
"Whatever. You're screwing up your only chance to get a lead."
I knew she was going to say that. I sigh, "I know…"
"I've got things to do…"
"Alright…" I say hanging up.
She said exactly what I thought she would say. I'm ruining my career, I can't raise a baby on my own, and all that kind of stuff. She even thought it was just some random, which I think almost anyone would think for me; I almost never date. I always spend all my time working and doing shows so I never really go out for fun. Some people think I really should loosen up, but I just don't know how. Theater's all I've ever done. I was raised to eat, sleep, and breathe theater. So what am I supposed to do now?
And that's chapter three, everybody! Hope y'all are enjoying, 'cause I'm really loving writing this. I love getting into characters and what they think. (If you haven't guessed, I'm Ivy's writer. Note that some of the things in here are written in for a reason ;D haha.)
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