Whatever It Takes: A Second-Chance Musical Theater Romantic Comedy (A Center Stage Love Story Book 3) by Kathryn R. Biel

Author:Kathryn R. Biel [Biel, Kathryn R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Resilient Books
Published: 2021-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17: Leslie

A little heartbreak never hurt anyone, right? I mean I already feel as if I'm dying, but so much hurts physically and mentally that a little emotional anguish is just like sprinkles on my pain sundae.

Mmm … sundae.

When this is all over, I'm going to bury my feelings in a big huge ice cream sundae, complete with all the toppings and plenty of whipped cream. I haven't had one in years, and I'm done depriving myself.

Who am I kidding? We all know I'll probably get a kiddie-size frozen yogurt and pretend it's the same.

I'm good at pretending. Like right now, as I smile wistfully at Levi. Of course, I'm imagining him as Josh, and feeling all the things I feel knowing that we can't be together.

At least in the show, there's a good reason, like systemic racism and prejudice. In real life, it's a complete and total personal rejection. Still, I do what I've always done. Stuff my feelings way deep down and plow ahead.

Try to be the best.

Man, I really do need to get some help. As soon as this show is up and running, I'm going to contact Gloria's therapist. I can't continue on this way.

On the other hand, if I didn't have this foolish drive to be the best—to do my best—there's no way this show would come together. The Edison needs my drive right now. We've finished our first dress rehearsal and the rest of the cast has dispersed. We're down to the last twenty-four hours before the show, and I still need to work on my stuff. So work away I will.

Plus, when I'm pushing myself on the lyra and the silks, I don't have room to think about Josh. Upside down and spinning, I'm not thinking about that adorable eyebrow thing he does while he's playing the piano and conducting all at the same time. It's like he's giving you this secret message with them.

I also don't have to think about his variety of smiles, including the wide smile, the half-grin, and my personal favorite, the lower lip bite.

Nope, not thinking about that one at all.

Even though it's evening, it's hot and humid and the sweat pours off me. I wipe my hands on my leggings and try again. I know I'm on the lyra the right way when my bruised spots are bearing all my weight. It doesn't matter.

The only thing worse than thinking about Josh is thinking about what parts of my body hurt. I'm not sure that there's anything that isn't screaming at me right now. I flip down off the lyra to get a drink of water.

I'm sweating so much that I haven't had to use the bathroom, despite the two liters of water I've packed away this afternoon. My phone rings.

"Hey, Mom." I'm out of breath.

"Oh, did I get you at a bad time?"

"Just stopped for a water break. We're in the home stretch now. Tomorrow's opening night. We only have one more run-through tomorrow before it's real.

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