Rating: Acceptable for most audiences.
The Cost of Time
M. Hendrix
“Great job everyone, let’s wrap it up
and call it a day!” Kim shouts across the stage, and chatter starts as the
cleanup crew moves in to start to taking down the props and lighting. The actors themselves are heading over to the
dressing rooms, more than ready to change out of costume and get back into their
regular clothing. The entire crew is glad
that the day is finally over, myself among them. We’ve spent over eight hours
today acting, and most of us are completely worn out. I’m among those numbers, though I have other
reasons besides the job.
“Celeste, love, you did wonderful
today!” Shelly greets me at my door, and I give her a tired smile. I love her, I really do, but recently things
have changed. Shel, bless her heart, still loves me fiercely; I can’t say the
same about me, though. It’s been tiring
on my soul to have to watch her devotion for me, when I can’t even give it
back. Having to act all day and night
is starting to wear me down more than pretending that I’m someone else on
stage.
“I’ll meet you at the party in a couple
hours, I’m going to be a while,” I tell her, and she nods, knowing that it can
take quite a while for me to completely dewind and change. The costume crew’s still waiting for me to
return my clothing, so Shelly scurries off to go chat with the women that I
work with.
‘Always the social butterfly,’
I think fondly, and entering my dressing room, quickly yet carefully remove the
clothing and put it on the mannequin that holds it in shape. It had been the
strangest experience of my life, when I had to get my body casted for the mannequin.
I don’t dwell on those early memories
long, for it keeps bringing back the memories of when I still loved Shelly.
Instead, I take a shower and thoroughly scrub off the stage make-up and binding
glue for the props that I wore on my body, before sitting on the toilet seat to
carefully apply acne controller and lotion; as both are required for my role on
stage.
After dressing in a pair of black
slacks and a formal white button-down, I stay seated in the chair, head in my
hands. ‘I can’t do this anymore,’ I think, imagining having to pretend to
be in love with Shelly Broker, my girlfriend of over six years. How does one go about breaking up such a
stable, strong relationship like that? We share friends, our families are so
intertwined with each other, that when I break the news, it’s going to be more
than us that breaks. Sides will be chosen, and many hearts will be broken. It’s
almost enough to keep me pretending, to keep faking my devotion.
“Tonight, it’s over,” I mutter, making
up my mind. I need to take this risk, as
pretending any longer will cost me my sanity.
I pull on my black sneakers, before leaving the dressing room. It isn’t
hard to find my car, being the only beat-up, piece of crap Camero in the
parking lot.
During the short drive to the bar,
where the after-party is being held, I try to psych myself up for the
inevitable conversation. I have to do
this, I need to do this, but it doesn’t
mean I want to. Shelly is a great friend, and I don’t want to
lose that. When I finally park the car I see Shelly’s little Mustang parked two
stalls over. I take a deep breath, letting it stream out between my teeth as I
steel my nerves.
‘Showtime,’ I think, turning the engine off and
opening the door at the same time. Taking off my seatbelt, I get out of the car
and head into the bar, greeting my fellow actors and stage crew as I walk in. Taking
a seat at the counter I order a root beer and a hamburger all while watching
the drinking ‘tournament’ going on between my friends and my girlfriend. Shelly’s losing horribly, but she’s still
having a blast; I can see the radiant joy from here.
“Celeste!” Shelly shouts, catching
sight of me. She quickly says something
to one of her teammates before dashing up to sit next to me, stealing a sip of
my root beer.
“Hey Shel,” I greet her, giving her a
quick peck on the cheek. She meets my
gaze, and her countenance drops. ‘I’m so sorry, Shelly,’ I mentally
whisper, and she takes my hand, standing up.
“Let’s go outside,” Shelly whispers
quietly; I almost didn’t hear her. I give a brief nod and stand up as well, and
hand in hand, we walk out the front door, heading to the side of the building
for privacy.
“I love you, Shel, but not... like I
used to, not anymore,” I blurt out, and wince at how… bluntly that came out.
Shelly gives me a long look, measuring
me before saying, “I know. I’ve known
for a while, I’ve just been waiting for you to admit it.”
I stare at her, and whisper, “I didn’t
want to... hurt you. But I guess I have
been.”
“You have,” she agrees, and I can see
tears welling in her amazing brown eyes.
I swipe away one that escaped, and kiss her cheek.
“You’re my best friend, Shel, and I am
going to be selfish and say I don’t want to lose that. You know me,
and not many people do...” I trail off, then continue, “but I understand if you
want space. I’m selfish, not
inconsiderate.”
“I would like a bit of space, but it
won’t be long. I… I still love you, but
I’ve been expecting this. I could see
you were getting tired, getting more and more distant when I kept trying to get
closer, and it didn’t take long to figure out your feelings changed.”
Through her tear filled eyes, she gives
me the most brilliant, broken smile I’ve ever seen from her. “I’m going to go
stay with Mom and Steve for a while, but maybe we can be roommates still?” she
asks me, and I nod.
“The door will always be open to you,”
I tell her truthfully, and she smiles shakily before kissing me, chastely, one
last time.
“I love you, Celeste Carlton, even if
it’s not the same way you love me.”
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