Blessed Are the Wicked by Steven A. LaChance

Author:Steven A. LaChance
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: haunting, haunt, real haunting, real ghost story, true ghost story, true haunting, paranormal, ghost, the uninvited, steven lachance, stephen lachance
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2014-07-14T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 14

Flashback, 1992

I loved working in the theater more than anything else in existence. You never knew what to expect from one moment to the next. It was this constant, ever-changing world. I found it exciting and exhilarating. I was home and I fit in. There was only one time in my life when I really felt like I belonged, and that is when I was in the theater. Whether I was working or I was on stage. I have never felt at home anywhere else but the theater. The rest of my life, I have been nothing but a fish out of water. It’s kind of sad, walking around feeling like you don’t belong because you are not where you should be. The truth is, we all make concessions for our life and for those within our lives. I was so happy in the theater, and I would spend hours there. Maybe it was an easy place for me to hide, because I knew at home I had a wife who was falling apart. It was my place to escape, and when your place to escape becomes your job, it’s all over. You become a major workaholic. I was unbelievable. I would get there early in the morning and I would not leave until very late at night. On Tuesdays, we would usually have a party for whatever show we had in town, and that usually meant we would go out with the cast afterward to show them around. Those nights could and would often last until dawn.

It was my job. I had to do what was required by my job, and I relished it. I would hit those doors and anything that was going on in real life was gone in a second. As soon as I crossed that threshold, I was on a whole different planet, where those outside problems didn’t exist, where wives who cried all of the time and pulled their hair out in the middle of the night were not there. I could tell my receptionist to hold my calls when my wife would call on those days she thought she could not handle life anymore. When she tried calling, over and over, I would just have her turned off. It was that easy. My life was Evita, Tommy, Les Misérables, The Phantom of the Opera, and numerous concerts and stars who would come and go in a constant flood of chaos. Why would I want to go home? I would dress in the best suits and best ties, and I loved it. All of the time, things were getting worse at home, and I didn’t know or I didn’t care to pay attention, because I was living the life I had always wanted to live. Right or wrong, it was how I kept my sanity and my marriage together. Without it, we were all going to fall apart, and I didn’t know if I was going to be strong enough to pick up the pieces.

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