Expect The Unexpected - Epilogue
It’s been a year since that phone call. I’m currently working in Toronto, in a new show that’s opening in November, called Spring Awakening. I’ve spent the past year with my family, renovating Dad’s house to make it my own, and really just relaxing. I miss Wicked, but I still see my friends from time to time.
Lisa got married a few months ago, and it was a beautiful wedding, as we knew it would be. I caught her bouquet, but I can safely say there’ll be no white gowns for me for a long time. She and Jeremy are living in New York City still, where she’s headlining a new production of Jason Robert Brown’s The Last Five Years, and working on her first solo album, with Jeremy’s help. They’re expecting their first child some time in January. We’ve made arrangements to spend Christmas together, so I’m looking forward to that.
Adam and his wife reconciled finally, and he ended up opting out of his contract in London. He’s currently touring North America, doing college shows with his own material, and getting ready to release his third album. He calls me every once in awhile, and I’ve seen two of his shows, but, like Lisa, he has his own life, and we don’t get to see each other as much as we’d like.
And of course, Orlando. He did what he said he was going to do, and after finishing Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End, he took his break. He did some work for the environment, and even went to Antarctica with his cousin to see the glaciers and the affects of Global Warming. He played around for awhile, not really working on anything, but after the final Pirates movie premiered in May, he went back to London to begin working on a theatrical production at the Duke of York’s Theatre, called In Celebration. He’s just finished his run there, and he was brilliant. I flew in for a weekend, to see the show, and I was very proud of him.
All-in-all, it’s been a good year for me, and for the people I care about. We’re all where we belong, doing what we need to do, and that’s what’s important. I sometimes miss Orlando, especially when I’m alone in the middle of the night, wondering where he is or what he’s doing. But there’s no jealousy in that wondering now, just curiosity and the tiniest bit of longing. I feel fortunate that we’ve managed to maintain a bit of a friendship, but at the end of the day, as I keep telling myself, it was only supposed to be two weeks. And a hell of a two years it’s been.