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Wait for Me
“Fuck it, I’m so sorry.” Ren apologized to Ellie at the end the set. “I totally forgot about the second key change, which completely fucked up that last part. And, I’m sorry for fucking up your entire set.”
Ellie laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You fixed it as soon as you figured it out.”
“You’re the one who called me out in front of everyone!”
“Unless if I personally rip the guitar out of your hands and ask a fan to play for you, you’re fine.” Ellie said through her laughter. “You can ask that one all about it,” she added, pointing to Ryan as her phone started to go off.
“Hey, big bro,” Ellie greeted as she called Monty Pascal back. “I was on stage. What do you want?”
“So, I was looking at the tour schedule…”
“I repeat, what do you want?”
“To know if you’ll come and do a toned-down version of your infamous clinics for my acting class?” he asked in a small voice.
“Why are you in an acting class?”
“I’m not. I’m teaching it.”
“On top of med school? You’re insane.”
“Not technically. I kinda dropped out since the last time we’ve talked.”
“Montgomery Lovell Pascal! Does Dad know?” she asked as Brian walked through the door. She saw a look of confusion and hurt flash across his face, but she refused to acknowledge it.
“No, of course not. Do I look like an idiot?”
“Um, you tell me. You gave up a full-ride to Harvard Medical, making your grandfather practically disown you…oh shit.”
“What?”
“What does your mom think of this?”
“Um, yea, let’s not go there. I don’t want to die before I turn thirty.”
“Please, you’re not even twenty-four, cut the theatrics. You obviously forget that I am the best.”
“Which is why you should totally do a watered down clinic the day of your concert. C’mon, you know you want to. It’ll be like brother-sister bonding time…except, well, with ten students and whoever you decide to bring.”
“Urgh, Monty, I gave up acting. You know this. You’re one of the ones that bitched me out about it.”
“I know, and I still think it’s a mistake. The stage is your home, there’s no use in denying it”
“But, Monty-”
“Bring back Agavé. Just for that one day. For me, but most of all, for you. You know you want to.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Yes!”
“But only because you asked me to. I’m not returning to the theatrical stage anytime soon.”
“Whatever you say, little Sis. Anyways, I gotta go. See you tomorrow afternoon!”
“Yea, yea. There better be caffeinated goodness,” she muttered before hanging up. “So, I know we were supposed to spend the day together tomorrow, but what would you say about meeting up with one of my not-so-step brothers and watching me do an Acting clinic?”
“I’ll think about it,” Brian said, obviously trying to hide something. “well, wish me luck,” he smiled as he grabbed his guitar.
“Break a leg.”
Ellie laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You fixed it as soon as you figured it out.”
“You’re the one who called me out in front of everyone!”
“Unless if I personally rip the guitar out of your hands and ask a fan to play for you, you’re fine.” Ellie said through her laughter. “You can ask that one all about it,” she added, pointing to Ryan as her phone started to go off.
“Hey, big bro,” Ellie greeted as she called Monty Pascal back. “I was on stage. What do you want?”
“So, I was looking at the tour schedule…”
“I repeat, what do you want?”
“To know if you’ll come and do a toned-down version of your infamous clinics for my acting class?” he asked in a small voice.
“Why are you in an acting class?”
“I’m not. I’m teaching it.”
“On top of med school? You’re insane.”
“Not technically. I kinda dropped out since the last time we’ve talked.”
“Montgomery Lovell Pascal! Does Dad know?” she asked as Brian walked through the door. She saw a look of confusion and hurt flash across his face, but she refused to acknowledge it.
“No, of course not. Do I look like an idiot?”
“Um, you tell me. You gave up a full-ride to Harvard Medical, making your grandfather practically disown you…oh shit.”
“What?”
“What does your mom think of this?”
“Um, yea, let’s not go there. I don’t want to die before I turn thirty.”
“Please, you’re not even twenty-four, cut the theatrics. You obviously forget that I am the best.”
“Which is why you should totally do a watered down clinic the day of your concert. C’mon, you know you want to. It’ll be like brother-sister bonding time…except, well, with ten students and whoever you decide to bring.”
“Urgh, Monty, I gave up acting. You know this. You’re one of the ones that bitched me out about it.”
“I know, and I still think it’s a mistake. The stage is your home, there’s no use in denying it”
“But, Monty-”
“Bring back Agavé. Just for that one day. For me, but most of all, for you. You know you want to.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Yes!”
“But only because you asked me to. I’m not returning to the theatrical stage anytime soon.”
“Whatever you say, little Sis. Anyways, I gotta go. See you tomorrow afternoon!”
“Yea, yea. There better be caffeinated goodness,” she muttered before hanging up. “So, I know we were supposed to spend the day together tomorrow, but what would you say about meeting up with one of my not-so-step brothers and watching me do an Acting clinic?”
“I’ll think about it,” Brian said, obviously trying to hide something. “well, wish me luck,” he smiled as he grabbed his guitar.
“Break a leg.”
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So sorry guys! It's tech week and my life has been completely insane. Anyways, this chapter and the next are little side tracks inspired by the show we're doing. It's Euripides' "The Bacchae" and it's well suited to be performed on Halloween Weekend (lots of blood, explosions, and thunder). Anyways, the next chapter is basically a critic on the girl who plays Agavé (and Ellie does how it SHOULD be done). So, you can skip it if you would like. It should be up by tomorrow or Friday night (I've been writing it as I was running sound)anyways, Questions? Comments?
=D Bree