Chapter Eleven: Stage Show

Brittany awakened late the next morning. When she realized that she was in her own bed she seemed startled. She realized that she was in her night clothes. Alvin had just come back into the bedroom after brushing his teeth.

“Good Morning, sleeping beauty,” he said as she got out of bed.

“What happened last night?” she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“You don’t remember?” he asked, coming up next to her.

“Of course, I remember,” she said, rubbing her head. “But I just don’t remember changing into my pajamas, that’s all.” Suddenly, she gasped and pulled away from him. “You didn’t…”

“No,” he said. “You girls fell asleep in the limo, so Miss Miller was the one who put in bed.”

“Oh,” she said. She felt a little embarrassed.

“But… I wish it were me,” he whispered in her ear, while putting her arms around her.

“Alvin!” she said, shocked and pushed him away from her. He just laughed at her behavior. “Alvin Seville, I just don’t know why I put up with you.”

“I do,” he said. “Because you love me. You told me so last night.”

“And so did you.” He tried to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about. “Alvin, now, don’t tease me. I know and you know what you said, so don’t…”

He leaned in and kissed her gently. “Of course, I did,” he said. “Want me to say it again?”

“Yea,” she said and closed her eyes. “Tell me again.”

“I love you, Brittany.” That’s all it took for her to respond. She kissed him before going into the bathroom to change.

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“Harry!” a disgruntled middle-aged man yelled. “Harry! Get your lazy ass in here.”

“Yes, boss!” Harry said, saluting. “What can I do for you, Mister Thomas, sir?”

“Do you remember what you promised me when I hired you?” Harry tried to act like he didn’t know what his boss was talking about.

“You dumb ass fur brain!” Mister Thomas screamed. “You said you could get me some big names in here. That was six months ago, and who have you brought me. One tone deaf singer who can’t even remember the words, and some guy dressed like smurf crackin’ eggs over his head! This theater is going under, and it’s you’re fault! That’s what I get for hirin’ some idiot chipmunk.”