I tapped my pin on the table, thinking. As I go to drink more coffee, my phone starts to ring. It's Elise. "Yeah?"
"How's that next best seller coming along," she asked.
"Well to be honest it isn't. Really," I tell her as I stare at my blank notebook. I haven't had another hit in years and Elise is getting antsy.
"That is not what I wanted to hear."
"Well it's not like I'm not trying," I said, irritated with her impatience, "I've been brainstorming non stop for months. I just haven't gotten that great idea."
She was silent for a while. Then spoke, "I am giving you until the end of the month to come up with a pitch. If you dont have one by then, I'm going to have to drop you and persue other clients. Hopefully that will not affect our personal relationship."
"I'm not a magician; I cant just pull ideas out of thin air, ELise."
"End of the month!" she said before hanging up.
"Love you too," I muttered. Jeez. I have no idea how I'm going to get this done. I take one last swig of coffee, pick up my notebook and head out of the cafe. As I'm walking down the street I see something in one of the shop windows that makes me stop. I see a familiar face on a poster entitled "Once: A New Musical" In maller print at the bottom of the poster it said "starring Cathy Hiatt"
I haven't thought about Cathy lately. After we first ended it I thought about her pretty much constantly. But the thoughts became less frequent and now I don't think about her unless I'm reminded by something. I guess I dont like to think about what could've been. God, I loved her. I cant help but be thrilled for her to have finally gotten a show. I couldn't help but take note of the show website before continuing my walk home.
I hear a knock at my dressing room door. I answer, "Yeah?"
"Cathy, we have 15 minutes to curtain," the assistant stage manager told me.
"Thank you. Be out in a minute." It was opening night and I might have been freaking out a little bit. "This is what you've always wanted. You made it," I said to myself. I took a deep breath and headed to the stage.
*AFTER THE SHOW*
I put the flowers my mom got me in a vase in my dressing room. I took a second to smile to myself. The show went better than I had anticipated! I pulled on a scarf and grabbed my bag before leaving my dressing room. I was walking out of the theater when I saw him. My heart stopped and I couldnt move. Jamie.