10
Erik
I didn't really need to know how auditions went. I just needed to hear her voice again. In her dreams she was so quiet, so serene. She didn't fight, but she wasn't curious. She just let it happen and easily enjoyed it. But I had to hear her. I was grateful to have an excuse to. All I had to do was dial the number I memorized but kept on my desk. Madame Quincy and the cast and crew had left, so there would be no distractions. Nothing to stop me, except for myself. I held my breath and swiftly pressed on the cord phone her cellular phone number, held the receiver to my ear and listened to it ring, praying she would pick up soon.
"Hello?" a curious voice answered.
Talk, Erik, talk! "Yes, is this Nicole?"
"Mr. Y?" she said.
If only it were appropriate to tell her who I really was. If only! "Yes," I replied.
"Oh, hi," she said. I could feel her smiling. "I'm just exiting school. Uh, we formed a cast with no trouble and I can assure you my theater friends worked hard for the roles and they'll do you proud."
It was so amusing how eager she was to please me. "Good, good," I replied. I didn't know what to say from there, but I felt like she expected more from me. "So the first rehearsal is…this Thursday?"
"Yeah. If you wanna call me about it, I suggest doing it after seven because first rehearsals last forever," she said.
An opportunity! It would have to do. "Thank you, Nicole. I look forward to hearing about the first rehearsal. I'll call you then."
"Okay. Bye, Mr. Y," she replied.
I whispered my real name as a tone that signified she hung up filled my ears. A shrill tone that made me slam the receiver onto its perch.