Home

All too soon the time came to return to New York and Wicked. As per Nick’s instructions, I’d kept up my practicing, so I would be ready to walk back into my role with little difficulty. Part of me was anxious to get home, but a bigger part of me wanted to revel in the world we’d created together, just the two of us. Other than a few outings with his family, during which time I met some of his family, we’d stayed pretty much in the house, pretending the outside world didn’t exist. I hadn’t realized how tired I actually was until I had the chance to slow down and rest. Orlando felt the same way.

We returned to New York the day before New Year’s Eve, as planned. I hadn’t expected the time difference to bother me, but it did, and I was exhausted by the time I unlocked the door to my apartment.

(more…)

When we walked into the lobby, it was the usual party scene. There were people everywhere, with drinks in their hands, and food set up on tables around the room. I scanned the crowd quickly, looking for Orlando, but didn’t find him anywhere. I went to the bar and got a drink, a dirty martini, and joined Lisa and some of the other company members.

“He’s not here,” I said to Lisa. “I guess he went home.”

(more…)