Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers and to Dale for the photo!
What Happens on Broadway
That girl, Evelyn, stunned tonight. She’s everything I wanted to be: pretty, talented, tenacious. Her reaction when that numbskull director said she was over-singing? Priceless. He’s only directed O’Neill before. What’s he know about musicals?
Everything aches. I’m getting too old for the biz.
Evelyn approaches, seems nervous.
“You’re Eve?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
“My mother was Deborah Benoit.”
“I knew Deb.”
“Why didn’t you tell her about you and my dad?”
Damn the quitting cigarettes. “She seemed happy. Happier than me. So, I let the cheating bastard go.”
Martyrdom becomes me.
Maybe I cheated first. Meh. Who remembers? Who cares?
end (100 words)
A wonderful sense of atmosphere and emotion in this
I think sometimes the acts in backstage is more exciting than what happens on stage.
Dear Sascha,
Quite a story here. Eve strikes me as a woman who’s been around the block more than once. Love the voice.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Happy Birthday!
I like how the backstage drama takes center stage in your story. The older actress jealous of the younger, the actor-director drama, all the way to the scandalous affair. Nicely done.
“I’m getting too old for the biz.” says it all. Time for her to write her memoirs. Good story.
This was so interesting, although I had to read it twice as I got lost in the dialogue as to who was talking. Thought provoking story!
Susan A Eames at
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One of the realities of theater, whether it’s film or stage, is the lack of commitment that too often lives in the performers. Well-reflected in this piece.
Thank you so much, Linda! I appreciate your reading. 🙂