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dreamlikenewyork2015-03-27 09:10 pm
betterplacetoplay) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-03-27 09:10 pm
"Don't look back in anger."
Who: Brendan Drake and Reecy Chester
What: "Take me to the place where you go."
Where: Broadway, NYC
When: Thursday night
It had been a hell of a night, but Brendan's mind, heart and soul hadn't been in it. Currently, his work schedule was an equal balance of time spent with the Footloose, Grease and Cinderella productions getting experience working with the music producers of all three. That night, he had been with the Footloose crowd but he had barely been able to concentrate. Not even after the show, backstage, when they all had a very surprise, but understandably brief, visit from both Billy and Justin (along with Ajay). It was a poignant thing for everyone to see both guys, though there was evident shock at seeing that Billy actually looked sick. Maybe on some level, they had been telling themselves it was all going to be okay because Billy was the bright spark of them all.
It was nice to see them, but it had been Justin who had Brendan's discreet focus. He looked pale, and he was quiet, eyes dull. But he spoke politely to everyone reassuring them he was getting better. Ultimately, he didn't talk about what happened or the why of his absence, but Brendan knew what had happened. Seeing the kid in the wake of it all, and in the wake of the awful day Brendan had, it was too much. He had quietly departed backstage and left the theatre.
He hadn't gone too far. He was due to head home with Uncle Caden so he was waiting for him to be done. He sat on the steps of a building a couple of doors down from the theatre and had managed to go through almost a half a pack of cigarettes. A steady trickle of cast members, crew, and other staff left the theatre but headed up the street in the opposite direction to him while he waited for Caden to come out. Taking another drag of his cigarette and then ashing it onto the sidewalk, Brendan sighed and sat there seriously contemplating a solo trip away somewhere... anywhere that wasn't New York right now.
What: "Take me to the place where you go."
Where: Broadway, NYC
When: Thursday night
It had been a hell of a night, but Brendan's mind, heart and soul hadn't been in it. Currently, his work schedule was an equal balance of time spent with the Footloose, Grease and Cinderella productions getting experience working with the music producers of all three. That night, he had been with the Footloose crowd but he had barely been able to concentrate. Not even after the show, backstage, when they all had a very surprise, but understandably brief, visit from both Billy and Justin (along with Ajay). It was a poignant thing for everyone to see both guys, though there was evident shock at seeing that Billy actually looked sick. Maybe on some level, they had been telling themselves it was all going to be okay because Billy was the bright spark of them all.
It was nice to see them, but it had been Justin who had Brendan's discreet focus. He looked pale, and he was quiet, eyes dull. But he spoke politely to everyone reassuring them he was getting better. Ultimately, he didn't talk about what happened or the why of his absence, but Brendan knew what had happened. Seeing the kid in the wake of it all, and in the wake of the awful day Brendan had, it was too much. He had quietly departed backstage and left the theatre.
He hadn't gone too far. He was due to head home with Uncle Caden so he was waiting for him to be done. He sat on the steps of a building a couple of doors down from the theatre and had managed to go through almost a half a pack of cigarettes. A steady trickle of cast members, crew, and other staff left the theatre but headed up the street in the opposite direction to him while he waited for Caden to come out. Taking another drag of his cigarette and then ashing it onto the sidewalk, Brendan sighed and sat there seriously contemplating a solo trip away somewhere... anywhere that wasn't New York right now.