A/N: Just a filler chapter I think. Nothing so grand ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all ;)
"Unforgettable That's What You Are"
Chapter Five
"So everyone in glee club is coming!" Rachel squealed with delight, jumping up and down with Rory, forcing her to jump as well or risk falling over.
"The cast has agree to come, and most of the people I have invited"
"Glad to see you so happy hon'! And I have some news too! Everyone I know from Yale is coming, and I even managed to find some old friends from my Hartford days!" she said with the same delight now, making them jump up and down too.
"Sounds like the party is going just as planned!" Rachel said with excitement, "And I have a friend who is just starting out in the music industry that I can ask to play tonight as well, what do you think?"
"Yeah that sounds like a really good idea, live music and a band sounds just perfect, and maybe the glee club might want to sing as well, so we can also make it like a karaoke night as well? I am hoping to hear you belt out some tunes as well!" Rory looked at her with excitement, loving to hear her friend perform on stage.
"So catering will be done by a good friend of mine from my glee days, she owns her own bakery now"
"You mean Britney Abrams? That's incredible! I love her food! She makes the best cakes in New York! She has won several awards already! I did an article on her"
"Yes I read that piece. It hangs in her bakery. It was really good!" Rachel complimented her best friend.
"I didn't know you read my work!"
"You know I do! Stop being so modest!"
"So anyhow I have to finish my article at six tomorrow night, and then I will be able to help you out by six-thirty by the latest"
"My last performance finishes at seven-thirty" she frowns at her friend, "So I won't get be at the Ritz till eight!"
"Okay that'll be okay, just means I will have to make sure everything will be ship shape for eight-thirty then? And I'm pretty sure people won't start arriving till after nine any way" Rory reassured her friend.
Rachel sang the final notes to her scene.
She smiled at everyone with relief. It was one of the hardest performances she has ever done in her life. She looked on as Brook shields and Roger Rees ended the show with a kiss.
A thunder of applause broke through the theatre, as a standing ovation over took the place. Hundreds of clapping hands and whistle of appreciation as the cast went back on stage to bow and curtsey for the audience.
"See you at the Ritz" Rachel told her cast, who all said they would see her there as well.
"There's a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting for you in your dressing room Rach, it doesn't look like the usual fan felt kind" the art director, Stephaney Lander's asked her with a smile.
"Thanks for the heads up Step" she hugged her friend lightly, "will you becoming tonight?"
"I met a man the other night. He is famous as well, but I don't know if I am ready to show him to the world yet…" She said with the reluctance.
"Oh come on Step. Bring him along as well. I'm sure he'll know someone at the party. If he is famous as you say he is, I'm sure he'll be revolving around the same circles."
"Well I'll speak with him about it and see how he feels okay?" she compromised with her
"Okay fair enough. It's eight-thirty at the Ritz… be there or be square" she said with a laugh.
She watched her friend walk in the opposite direction towards the exit.
She headed for her dressing room and was very curious about the bouquet of flowers. It sat in a colour array of beautiful flowers. She walked over to it, and smelt how beautiful it was. It was definitely the expensive type. The kind that you buy to impress someone very special, she looked for the usual white card and saw none. That was definitely odd.
She changed into the dress that Kurt had designed for especially for her.
It had arrived while she was on stage. Neatly written on one of his place cards;
Kill it out there tonight!
Hope U like the dress & the matching shoes.
U will look absolutely Fab in it!
CU later! LU! - K XXX
P.S I am bringing someone special tonight.
She laughed at her friend's cryptic message. He always loved to shock her. It was nothing special, just a usual him.
She looked in awe as; she looked over at her dress. He had definitely out done himself this time! The dress was amazing! She carefully put on the delicate piece of couture, and fixed her hair accordingly.
She felt so fortunate to have a career that she loved, sold out performances, a fabulous cast, friends and family that love her very much, an apartment to die for, and she was living in the most amazing city ever!
She just had to iron out the final details of her perfect life. Find a man that would love her just the way she was meant to be loved.
Rory's felt so flustered fixing up the final touches to her article. Everything was going according as planned. The Ritz had confirmed the arrangements they had wanted, the beverage and condiments had arrived and ready to dispatched, everything was going to according as planned.
BUT one thing she had forgotten to organise! She had forgotten all about the outfit she was going to wear tonight! She panics, as she knew that it was too late to ask someone to bring her something.
"Rory this arrived for you a few minutes ago" her assistant, Angela Tenner told her, holding a bag out for her.
It was a black garment bag and white shoe box. "I didn't order anything" she said flabbergasted, and took the garment back, and shoe box.
"Well someone is thinking about you" she said with a smile and left the room.
"Thanks Ang" she yelled out to her assistant.
"No worries Rory" she came back into the room, hand bag in hand. "Will you be needing me for anything else? I wanted to get ready for the party"
"No it's fine. Thank you Ang. See you later" she other girl nodded her head and waved goodbye to her.
Rory eyed the bag, opening it to reveal a beautiful blue turquoise dress. She wondered who could have sent her such an exquisite dress. She glanced at the tag and saw the famous couture line she had witness at the fashion show a few weeks ago, 'Imagistics' it read.
She closed her blinds and office door, and carefully dressed in the delicate fabric. Feeling like a princes going to a ball, she looked down at her dress. It felt like a perfect fit, just like someone had known exactly what kind of dress would suit her.
It had probably been Rachel; she was always doing things like this. It even had a matching clutch; she smiled at her friend's thoughtfulness.