the balls. We're burning daylight, here."
I smile as I hand over my clipboard. "Go for your life, babe."
Just then James walks by, and Josh steps in front of him. "Hey there, chuckles. Give me your headset."
James's face drops. "What? Why?"
"Because," Josh says as he claps him on the shoulder, "you've failed to even come close to filling my freakishly large shoes. So hand over the wearable tech, and go help Ainsly get those dressing rooms ready. Before you know it, we'll be neck deep in celebrity egos and pushy managers, and I need you running point."
James looks at me in confusion. "Who is this guy?"
I smile. "He's who you should aspire to be if you want to make it in this industry. Now, do as he says and move your ass."
James turns bright red as he hands his headset and pack to Josh before scurrying off into the wings.
Josh shoves his clipboard under his arm as he slides on the headphones and clips the pack to his belt. "You honestly thought that doofus could replace me? I see your delusions have gotten worse since I left."
"He came highly recommended."
"Oh, please. Look at him with his stupid messy haircut and Dolce and Gabbana glasses. He looks like an idiot."
"Josh, he looks almost exactly like you. I think that's half of the reason I hired him."
He scoffs. "You're insane. He's a total geek."
"And you are ...?"
"A hot geek. There's a difference."
"Of course. Silly me."
He grabs his bag and straightens up. "Right. We have a show to rehearse, so let's go fuck this sheep."
"Um ..."
"Yeah, I met some New Zealanders in Sydney. They blessed me with a new catchphrase."
"Excellent. Let's go."
After dropping Josh's bag off in my office, we head toward Hugh Jackman's dressing room.
"First order of business,” I say, “is to brief our illustrious host."
Josh tries to hide his excitement. "Cool. Should I tell him I'm currently wearing my Wolverine underoos in his honor?"
"You absolutely should not."
"Killjoy."
"Also, don't say anything about fucking sheep."
He suppresses a smile. "No farmyard intercourse references, either? Wow. Seems like you got all fancy since I left." He pauses then says, "Did I mention I've missed the crap out of you?"
"Yeah, yeah. Stop your gushing. It's getting embarrassing."
As we head upstairs to the luxury dressing rooms, all of my anxiety about the concert melts away. It may be one of the biggest and most complicated shows I've ever run, in an unfamiliar theater with an untested crew, but as long as Josh is by my side, it's going to be a walk in the park.
Backstage Batman and her Robin are on the case.
TWO
You'd Better Not Cry
November 27 th
The Los Angeles Home of Liam Quinn
Los Angeles, California
The next morning, a dull pounding in my head wakes me, and I try to will it away by snuggling into my pillow. Yeah, like that ever works.
It's my own stupid fault. I had way too much champagne at the after party last night, and now, I'm paying the price. At least I have most of the day off before I have to fly back to New York.
I stretch out and sigh. It blows my mind that I can starfish in Liam's massive bed and not even touch the edges. I've worked in theaters smaller than this thing.
While I've been here in L.A., I've been staying in Liam's house in the Hollywood Hills. Even though his New York apartment is huge by Manhattan standards, it still has only three bedrooms and four bathrooms. This extravagant monstrosity has eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, and the most stunning view of L.A. from the infinity pool that I've ever seen.
The best feature about this house? The dedicated cheese fridge in the kitchen. When I saw that Liam had stocked it with all of my favorites, I had a major cheesegasm. If I still harbored any doubts about his feelings for me, that cheese fridge put every one of them to rest. Only a man who is butt-over-balls in love buys his woman that much quality fromage .
I roll onto my back and stretch. Maybe I'll cook up some mac and cheese
I smile as I hand over my clipboard. "Go for your life, babe."
Just then James walks by, and Josh steps in front of him. "Hey there, chuckles. Give me your headset."
James's face drops. "What? Why?"
"Because," Josh says as he claps him on the shoulder, "you've failed to even come close to filling my freakishly large shoes. So hand over the wearable tech, and go help Ainsly get those dressing rooms ready. Before you know it, we'll be neck deep in celebrity egos and pushy managers, and I need you running point."
James looks at me in confusion. "Who is this guy?"
I smile. "He's who you should aspire to be if you want to make it in this industry. Now, do as he says and move your ass."
James turns bright red as he hands his headset and pack to Josh before scurrying off into the wings.
Josh shoves his clipboard under his arm as he slides on the headphones and clips the pack to his belt. "You honestly thought that doofus could replace me? I see your delusions have gotten worse since I left."
"He came highly recommended."
"Oh, please. Look at him with his stupid messy haircut and Dolce and Gabbana glasses. He looks like an idiot."
"Josh, he looks almost exactly like you. I think that's half of the reason I hired him."
He scoffs. "You're insane. He's a total geek."
"And you are ...?"
"A hot geek. There's a difference."
"Of course. Silly me."
He grabs his bag and straightens up. "Right. We have a show to rehearse, so let's go fuck this sheep."
"Um ..."
"Yeah, I met some New Zealanders in Sydney. They blessed me with a new catchphrase."
"Excellent. Let's go."
After dropping Josh's bag off in my office, we head toward Hugh Jackman's dressing room.
"First order of business,” I say, “is to brief our illustrious host."
Josh tries to hide his excitement. "Cool. Should I tell him I'm currently wearing my Wolverine underoos in his honor?"
"You absolutely should not."
"Killjoy."
"Also, don't say anything about fucking sheep."
He suppresses a smile. "No farmyard intercourse references, either? Wow. Seems like you got all fancy since I left." He pauses then says, "Did I mention I've missed the crap out of you?"
"Yeah, yeah. Stop your gushing. It's getting embarrassing."
As we head upstairs to the luxury dressing rooms, all of my anxiety about the concert melts away. It may be one of the biggest and most complicated shows I've ever run, in an unfamiliar theater with an untested crew, but as long as Josh is by my side, it's going to be a walk in the park.
Backstage Batman and her Robin are on the case.
TWO
You'd Better Not Cry
November 27 th
The Los Angeles Home of Liam Quinn
Los Angeles, California
The next morning, a dull pounding in my head wakes me, and I try to will it away by snuggling into my pillow. Yeah, like that ever works.
It's my own stupid fault. I had way too much champagne at the after party last night, and now, I'm paying the price. At least I have most of the day off before I have to fly back to New York.
I stretch out and sigh. It blows my mind that I can starfish in Liam's massive bed and not even touch the edges. I've worked in theaters smaller than this thing.
While I've been here in L.A., I've been staying in Liam's house in the Hollywood Hills. Even though his New York apartment is huge by Manhattan standards, it still has only three bedrooms and four bathrooms. This extravagant monstrosity has eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, and the most stunning view of L.A. from the infinity pool that I've ever seen.
The best feature about this house? The dedicated cheese fridge in the kitchen. When I saw that Liam had stocked it with all of my favorites, I had a major cheesegasm. If I still harbored any doubts about his feelings for me, that cheese fridge put every one of them to rest. Only a man who is butt-over-balls in love buys his woman that much quality fromage .
I roll onto my back and stretch. Maybe I'll cook up some mac and cheese
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