Love's Curtain Call

England. I dragged my suitcase along by its wheels. God, it was such a noisy suitcase. Andrew walked ahead, taking us through the various parts of the airport a little hurredly, as we were going to miss our hotel check-in, because of our plane being late. Travelling by plane was so tedious!

Kirk walked just a little ahead of me, and it seemed his long legs took the floor in less strides than my own. He walked so casually, his luggage slung over his shoulder, his leather jacket tied round his waist. His slender bisceps were shown off nicely by the shirt he was wearing, and the strain of the supposedly heavy bag he was carrying. He caught me admiring him.

My eyes flickered from his impressive muscles to meet his eyes. He smirked slightly, then continued looking about as we walked, followed by the rest of the cast. It was as if he were casually inviting me to continue admiring him. But I didn't. I looked around. Everything was obviously English in the terminal, and I couldn't help but love it. I'd wanted to come to England for a long while.

Andrew cast us a near-worried look that ushered us on, and pretty soon we were out of the airport. It was cold outside, but I couldn't help but notice Kirk was hesitant to put his leather jacket back on. Andrew then called on a few taxis, and I sat my suitcase up on the ground, looking around while I got the last chance to. I couldn't help but admire how on top of Andrew was with everything. I could also notice it taking its toll on him, all the planning, the constant deadlines, and the need for everything to be perfect. Perhaps England wouldn't like our little production? I sighed, then felt the suitcase being lifted from beneath my hand. I looked up, my eyes meeting with Kirk's. He simply smiled, then put my suitcase into the taxi for me.

I murmured a thank you, blushing a little. Did he even like me? I'd seen the way he'd looked at the airhostess, even if I spent most of the plane journey sleeping. Typical man...

No sooner had I thought this, was he putting a hand on my back, holding the taxi door open for me, telling me to go in before him sweetly. I looked at him curiously for a moment, then got in. Maybe I was just being harsh on him? Maybe I was failing to see that he was actually a good guy, because the only man I'd ever really loved had left me. Time didn't seem to fade the memories as much as I would have hoped it would. But I was used to feeling like this now. Used to it.

The drive that followed was no more eventful than the plane journey that had preceded it. England was beautiful, though. It truly was. Lush fields, country villages, hell, even London, with all the history to be found in its architecture - it was all beautiful.

I'd barely had time to think about what the hotel might look like, before it was towering over us, four stories high. A magnificant thing, it was. Andrew walked us to reception, and it was a reception I'd never seen the likes of before. A cream, gold lined counter, the employees smiling and with a formal dress-code. How much had Andrew payed for this kind of luxury?

I only found out just how luxurious it was when he lead us up to the rooms. I was sharing with another female cast member. I'd shared rooms with her a couple of other times before, in the States. Her name was Maria, if I remembered correctly.

She sat on the bed, grinning around the room as I began to unpack.

"I honestly don't know what we did to deserve this..." She had little faith in our play, which was probably one of the only things I didn't like about her.

I shook my head a little. "Andrew must be treating us, what with the play's success and all."

She nodded slightly, then shrugged, as if to say she didn't care for the reason, only the fact that we were staying in luxury. Well, it was luxury as I had never known, I had to agree with her there.

I noticed her tilt her head a little and look at me through the corner of my eye.

"I've noticed you haven't been with many men since we've been touring..." she commented, trying to sound casual. I knew she was prying for something, though.

"Many?" I quoted, laughing a little dryly. "None, more like." I sighed, hanging up some shirts for the lovely, huge wardrobe in the room. Something my clothes would never be able to fill.

"Why's that?" she asked, frowning a little. It made sense for her to find it strange... she'd "been with" a lot of men since I'd known her. And when I say "been with" I mean in bed. She'd meant that, as well, when she'd brought up the subject.

I shrugged, trying to look indifferent. The truth was, I didn't know how to answer the question. Did I even know the answer myself?

She continued to watch me, though, waiting for an answer.

"Well, I..." I shoved another shirt onto a coat hanger. "I... don't know..."

She laughed a little, and I frowned at her.

"You need to get out there, girl! Kirk obviously has a thing for you, it's almost painful to watch." She smirked, pulling her legs up onto the bed.

I looked up properly now, unable to contain a slight smirk myself. "Really..? You think so?" I thought on this for a moment, thinking back to him letting me into the taxi first, like a gentleman. Then I pictured other things, unable to control myself. Passionate kisses backstage, when everyone else had gone home, followed by lustful acts... I felt myself blush, and my heart begin to race.

She laughed. "You like him too!"

"I..." I said curtly, then trailed off, finding it pointless to try and deny. "Alright, maybe a little."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she laughed again, then bit her lip, thinking. "I always knew there was something... a little too... real about your onstage chemistry." She wriggled her eyebrows. I sighed, then smirked a little again. She stood up from the bed, walking over to mine, where I had my suitcase open. "After the perfomance tomorrow night, if nothing's still happened, I will make sure you two hook up." She was obviously excited about this. She fiddled with a strand of her curly blonde hair for a moment.

I thought for a moment, but found myself simply unable to tell her to do otherwise. "Oh, alright. But... just... don't sound... don't make me sound desperate, alright? What are you even going to say?"

She let out a little sly smirk. "I'm just going to tell him to get a move on. Give him a little nudge in the right direction. Make sure he leaves the post-performance party with none other than yourself." She winked, and I couldn't help myself from fantasizing again for a moment.

I laughed a little, feeling nervous all of a sudden, but something else as well... hope. A future, even. Finally, something to look forward to, in my dead love life.

"Trust me on this one," she said with utter confidence. "Kirk will be in your bed tomorrow night." She smirked again, and I simply smiled at her, not sure if that was really what I wanted, even if I knew it was definitely what my body was longing for. "I'll turn out and everything," she added.