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Kyle
Part 1
Its late, all I want to do is get home get a drink and go to bed. I just finished my last show for the week and I have the next two days off, thank God. I know, your probably wondering where I am and who I am. My name is Scott, I am an actor, well to be exact I am an ensemble member in a Broadway show. I sing, act, dance, whatever, you name it I can do it. I've been in this show for almost 6 months now. Maybe you've heard of it, it's called Momma Mia. It's been around for a few years, it's based on the music of Abba and ... I really don't think your hear to read about a show. Well, I moved to NYC mainly because the Small Town USA just couldn't do anything for me anymore. So I packed up one day and drove to NYC sold my car when I got here and just started from there. I'm just under six feet tall light brown hair (yes it has the highlights in it) and if you haven't seen anything about Momma Mia, at one point or another the entire ensemble are singing and dancing in swimsuits, so its safe to say that I'm not fat or anything, I have my abs and I like them. I went through a long time in my life when I was over weight so after I graduated high school and started college I began to take better care of myself. Now that you have a little of my background and things lets get on back to the story. I close up everything in the dressing room and grab my bag, I look like crap, but you do 2 shows in one day and an interview on 5 hours of sleep and see how much you care. I throw on my coat grab my bag, and head down the steps. Although I've been doing theatre since I was 10 and I've been on Broadway for a few months now, I always have a ritual before I leave, I say it keeps me a little more down to earth. I walk back on stage and say good-night. You see years ago I lost my grandmother, I was 13. She is the main reason that I love singing so much. She was my vocal teacher for years, and always pushed me to be my best. When I was a junior in college my mother died of cancer, she and I always had a special bond together and she was also my theatre instructor for 2 years in high school. My little ritual I started when I was a senior in high school, it was just when I leave I walk out on stage and say goodnight, not to anyone in the house or theatre, just to my grandmother, something that helps me keep her in mind. My first show without my mom I did the same thing so I always so it now, I feel incomplete if I don't. I begin to go out the stage door. I look up and standing there is someone I haven't seen in years, Kyle. He and I went to school together, we were not friends we never talked, I just always had a crush on him, and my friends called it an infatuation. I did talk to him once, it was about 3 weeks before he graduated, he was a year ahead of me, I told him that I thought he was cute and that I had a crush on him for the past year and finally got the guts to tell him, he proceeded to call me a freak and screamed faggot at me. Evidently he was a bit homophobic, now do you see why I left the small town life behind. Anyways I figure he's there to see one of the girls in the show and I just smile at the others at the door, yet my stage manager grabs me and pulls me aside, he begins to tell me that Kyle claims he's here to see me and wants to come backstage to talk. The man of my dreams from 10 years before wants to talk to me. I was astounded at this why I still am not sure but I tell him to give me a few minutes, I go back inside and run up to the dressing room, remember I told you I looked like shit, well I fix that real fast. Before I know it Kyle is standing in the doorway to my dressing room. Kyle has always been short, he's around 6 even, with red hair in high school he never play sports but he wasn't one of the geeks or anything. I still remember the first day I saw him, I was running really late to school, I'm talking like my hair was not doing what I wanted it to do and I had nothing to wear kind of lates. I arrived at school and walked into the office to get my admit to class. There he sat, doing some of his homework for I was guessing another class. I walked up to the counter and explained why I was late to the secretary, leaving out the hair and clothes thing. Since my mom worked in the school I basically got away with anything. So she gave me the admit and I went to class. After that class, I got whatever it was I needed from the teacher and began to walk to my choir class. He was leaning against his locker talking to a friend of his; it was right outside the door of my class. To make things of that day even odder, where I had parked was not my normal spot, but instead right behind him. Maybe it was his jeans, or the blue and white Abercrombie shirt he was wearing, or the fact that his hair was so perfect (it was colored blond at the time). But instantly I fell in love with him. Every day for the rest of the year I made a point to see him one time during the day. He was also a big part of my coming out that year, it was over a game of Truth or dare with my then 2 best friends, the question was who do I have a crush on, I answered with him and they looked at me blankly, one they had never noticed the boy that parked close to us daily. They were just amazed that I was honest about the question and told them I was gay. Back to the story. There he stood in the doorway to my dressing room, I just looked at him, and he smiled. That was something I always wanted to see, was him smile at me only.
"You did really well tonight, I always thought you would get out of that town and do something big, I'm glad my first show that I ever saw on Broadway was you, it gives us a history, and it also brings up old memories"
"What do you want Kyle" something came over me at that point I just wasn't ready to deal with that
"You still can't put that behind you can you?'" he asked.
"No, and what real reason do I have, you called me something that offends me more then anything else, I told you something that I had never told a single guy before, and you go and act like a complete asshole. I referred to you by that name for 3 years after that, Asshole. And it fit, it made me feel better, it also hurt me more then anything, you know I couldn't talk to a single guy for nearly 4 years after that because my first crush on a guy called me a faggot, it hurt me more then anything, so no give me a reason I should forgive you."
"Well for one, I was in high school and had never dealt with like that before; I was basically a loner, never participated in sports, clubs or anything like that. I was always taught that being gay was horrible and didn't really know how to act over it."
"Whatever"
"You know I did have a specific reason for coming here tonight"
"Unless it's to say you're sorry and that you brought me a million dollars as a present to prove it I really do not want to deal with it, I've had a long week and I just want to go home and sleep."
"I know you have, I can tell that you have so much fun up on stage, you also seem totally different when your onstage then in here."
"Its called acting Kyle, that's what I get paid to do"
"Will you just let me talk please, I have spent all week trying to get myself to do this and I now understand how you felt the last time we talked. I spent the last 10 years working for the military, I started college and began to feel incomplete, I joined the Army soon there after and spent the past 5 years working for them. At least up to last January, I quit the Army, and began to get my life sordid out. I couldn't love anyone, and felt that I was going to spend the rest of my life alone, I didn't want that. Then one night I was sitting at home watching TV when a news report began talking about how people need to allow themselves to be what them want, and how to do that. It said start a book, write out everything that, if you could change in your life, that has occurred in the past, I started doing that, I put you down I don't know why, I put down that I wouldn't have treated you so horribly when you told me you liked me, I should have been at least flattered that a guy would think that of me, gut instead things turned out the way they were. I went home to visit my parents one weeks last month, somehow my mom started talking about what people that I went to school with were doing these days, my dad mentioned your name, and said he overheard someone talking about you being in a show on Broadway. For some reason I felt something come over me when he said that. I told him I needed to go out for a bit, and began thinking; somewhere in the middle of my jog I realized that I had some feelings for you. I went back home and went to bed, thinking about you. I woke up the next morning and drove what I had jogged that last night, and things popped into my head again. I always remembered seeing you with two people in high school. So I looked them both up in the yearbook, then tracked them both down. Todd told me that you were living here and in this show, I took sometime off of work and came up here to see you, and well do this..." at this point he walks up to me and hands me a single red yellow rose, then he did something I wasn't expecting he kissed me, not like a French kiss, but on the cheek. Chills came over me, but mostly I began to cry. He looked at me really strangely. This caused me to smile; I pulled out a book from my bag. "It's a photo album" I told him "these are pictures from every show I have done since I was 15. My mom and I were really close one thing she would always do was give me a yellow rose, she told me that red was for making someone feel special for a few moments, but yellow was meant to tell them that you loved them and supported them no matter what happened in there life. My dad never has gotten me flowers, and all my friends that have come to see the show, don't bring me anything, you are the first person, to bring me any kind of flowers since I've been on Broadway, but also the first person to give me a yellow rose since my mother died. It just holds a special place in my heart."
He smiled again "Good because that means you forgive me, I just have one more thing to ask u."
"Really what's that?"
"Will you go on a date with me?"
"Kyle do you really want to know how long I have waited for you to ask me that, or should I just say yes."
"I know how long you've been waiting, since October 18 of 1995"
"What, wait a minute, October was the..."
"...the first time I saw you"
"How do you know that?"
"cause I remembered it, the whole thing, I found out after Miss. Ross gave you the admit what you had for class and stood outside to wait on you to leave hoping that you would say something, but you didn't, so I looked up in the file systems what you drove, and moved my car near yours. So I could see you when school got out that day."
"So you planned that day, but then when I told you that I liked you, you went off one me and all that"
"I was confused I wasn't sure if I was gay, wasn't sure of my feelings on it. But mostly knew that if I was gay I couldn't do the whole military plan if you were with me."
Not knowing what to reply with, and still shocked over him in my dressing room, a knock echoes from the door.
"Come in!"
"Scott it's late and I need to lock up, sorry but I got to kick you both out, are you coming to the bar with us?" said my stage manager, Rob.
"Rob, I'd love to, but I didn't sleep well last night and today has just completely worn me out, otherwise I would. But we'll be done in just a second."
"Fine, I just want to get going soon."
"Alright, hang on."
With a sly little smile on his face as the door closes Kyle stands up and says, "So you're going home, do you want me to walk you?"
"On any normal night I would say that I know how to get to my apartment. However, after this weekend, I'll take you up on it."
"Great let me carry you're bag, you need anything else?"
"No I'll get my bag, I'm not one of those people that need someone to wait on them hand and foot, I've survived almost all my life that way and now I don't need someone to help me"
"I'm sorry I just want to make you see that I'm sorry and want to be near you. I want you to see that I made a mistake and want to prove to you that I'm not an asshole that fucks people over"
"Excuse me, but you did fuck people over, I had one of the worst senior years because of the one word that you screamed out in the middle of lunch one day, not that everyone in the school already knew, but the simple fact of knowing and then realizing that being gay meant hitting on guys too somehow shocked the people in our school. My car got keyed, I hardly talk to my father now because it got back to him and he kicked me out of the house, I got beat up in the back lot of school one day because of it. Now I know I can't blame you for all of that, but the scars of my past are deep and a sorry is not going to fix them."
Well, then I see just where I stand and how you feel about me, I'll leave now, Scott Thanks for your time, maybe we can put the past behind us one day."
Kyle stands up and walks towards the door, as he reaches for the knob he looks back, the piercing blue eyes are hypnotizing, he opens the door, walks out I hear his heals hitting the floor as le walks down the hall. As I sit there I think that he is leaving me and my life forever. I stand looking at myself in the mirror in front of me, the steps get further away. Realizing that this can't be happening I run out the door of the dressing room, running towards him, I call out his name. I see him at the bottom of the steps, he begins to turn around, I see a flow of tears that have been flowing down his face. I get to the bottom of the steps in front of him. Look him in his eyes and lift my hand to the back of his head "where are you planning to stay for the night, maybe we can talk through this a little more and make at least a friendship from it." He smiles as I wipe away a tear "that would be nice; my hotel is kind of shitty." I smile, kiss his forehead and tell him I'll be right back, go back into my dressing room, I grab my bag, turn out the lights and go back to him. Wondering if I'm making the correct decision, as I come down the steps I see his smile again. This little bit of hope from him let's me know its going to be ok.
To be continued...
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