Losing It Part 12

The Starbucks on campus was overrun with a zombie horde of other sleep-deprived students. By the time I got my caramel macchiato I was pretty much already awake, and we were definitely going to be late for the first cla.s.s of the last semester of our last year of college.

We booked it to the Fine Arts building, breezing past the hipster Art majors smoking outside the doors. We jogged down the hallway to find that sure enough, the doors to the small black box theatre where we had acting cla.s.s were already closed.

"s.h.i.+p.o.o.pi," Kelsey said.

Then... because we're theatre majors... we broke into the song from The Music Man. Because sometimes life just needs a little music. (But we did it quietly and on fast-forward because we were still late for cla.s.s).

There was no way to enter this theatre without making a ridiculous amount of noise. The doors creaked and slammed no matter what you did. We pushed open one of the doors and immediately heard Eric Barnes, the head of the department say, "Late!"

We called an automatic, "Sorry Eric!"

Careful not to spill our coffees, we pushed through the curtains that surrounded the edge of the room, and grabbed the nearest empty seats on the risers.

I set my coffee down and went about organizing my stuff, digging through my bag for a pen and my folder.

"As I was saying," Eric continued. "Ben Jackson was supposed to be teaching this course." Ben was pretty much our favorite teacher, but he'd been offered a role in this killer new show off Broadway and would be taking the semester off. "But as you all know, he's in New York for a few months. To replace him for the time being we have one of our most talented former students-Mr. Taylor."

I finally found a dull pencil in the bottom of my purse. It would have to do. Kelsey chose that minute to grab my elbow and jerk me toward her. I glanced up at her and then at the front of the cla.s.s where she was looking. Then the pencil I'd worked so hard to find fell from my hand, and rolled away, lost to the abyss under the risers.

The new professor was staring at me, even though everyone was clapping, and he should probably be waving or at the very least smiling. Our eyes met, and suddenly I was very glad I'd already set down my coffee.

Because the new professor had been naked in my bed a mere 8 hours ago.

Garrick was my teacher.

Chapter Eight

It felt like hours pa.s.sed before he looked away from me. When he did, the smile he gave the cla.s.s was uneasy, and he tugged absent-mindedly at the tie around his neck.

"Thank you, Eric. But please, everyone, call me Garrick."

I think I could actually feel the hormones released into the atmosphere when the girls in the room heard his accent. I felt Kelsey staring at me, but I fixed my eyes on one of the stage lights hanging overhead, and tried to think my rapidly beating heart into submission. This was bad. This was SO BAD.

"Like Eric said, I did my Undergrad here, and then graduated this past May with an MFA in Acting from Temple University in Philadelphia. I'd been working in the theatre scene there for about six months when Eric called and asked if I'd be interested in the temporary position here."

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, simultaneously antic.i.p.ating and dreading the thought of making eye contact with him. He was not looking at me. In fact, his whole body was angled toward the students on the other side of the room, pretty much ignoring the entire section where I was seated. Other than the fact that he was pointedly not looking at one side of the room, there was no sign that he was worried or frazzled in any way; whereas I could feel the heat in my cheeks and my hands were shaking as I pressed them into my knees.

"I loved my four years here, and I'm, uh..."

He glanced at me, and I could do nothing but look back-wide eyed and petrified. He cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the other side of the room.

"I'm really excited to be back."

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

I wanted to crawl into a hole at the bottom of a ravine, then be buried under an avalanche, and then die.

I wanted... to cry.

Eric excused himself then to let us get to know our new teacher. I wished I could excuse myself too because I happened to already know him plenty well.

"Well, then," Garrick started. "I realize that I'm not that much older than you lot." Another flick of his eyes to mine. It was becoming nearly impossible to swallow.

"But my goal here is to provide you with some insight into the next step in your journey from someone who isn't so far removed. We all love Eric, Ben, Kate, and the rest of the faculty, but let's face it, they're not exactly the youngest kids on the block." The whole cla.s.s laughed. I was too busy concentrating on not throwing up. "It was a different world when they started their careers. When I was sitting where you are, we called this cla.s.s Senior Prep; I think now it's called the Business of Theatre. In it, we'll be covering everything from auditions to career options to Actor's Equity. We'll also spend some time talking about the more abstract side of things. Because I hate to break it to you guys, but the hardest part about this business isn't landing roles or making ends meet, though that is difficult. The hardest thing is keeping up your spirit and remembering why you chose this in the first place."

He didn't have to try to hard to scare us about our futures. We were all already operating on Threat Level Orange. We'd been having middle of the night, soul-searching conversations (while drunk, of course) since the year started.

"Now, if you don't mind. I'd like to hear a bit about you all. Why don't you tell me your names and what you're interested in doing after you graduate."

There were about twenty in the cla.s.s. The first eight or so all recited their names followed by the obligatory, "I'm moving to New York."

When you're an actor, moving to New York is pretty much the dream. Those who are lucky can actually make it the plan. Some of us have to think a little more realistically.

Cade, my best friend besides Kelsey said, "Cade Winston. At the moment I'm a little torn between Grad School and just going straight into auditioning. I can't really tell if I actually want to go to Grad School or if I'm just scared."

Garrick smiled, and even though I was freaking out, I smiled, too. I felt like that about a lot of things in my life... not just acting.

He said, "Good. That's honest, Cade. And the more honest you can be with yourself the better. Hopes and dreams are great, but they are a lot easier to break than a solid plan. We'll see if we can't figure out exactly what you want while you're in this cla.s.s."

After that, it was like everyone felt okay to say what we were actually thinking, instead of what we felt was expected of us.

We spend so much time defending our choice to do this that it becomes hard to show any vulnerability at all. There's only so many times you can handle someone asking about your fall back for when things don't work before you start thinking that maybe the fall back should just be your plan.

Sometimes I wish I were a bit more like Kelsey. She was practically fearless. Though, I guess it's easy to be a little fearless when your family is loaded.

"Kelsey Summers. I'm taking a year off to travel and just explore before I decide on what I'm doing. People always say that the most interesting actors are interesting people, so I figure it's a good investment to spend some time becoming more fascinating than I already am."

"Diva," I muttered under my breath.

She narrowed her eyes, and delivered a quick pinch to the back of my arm in response. I yelped, and nearly toppled out of my seat at the same time that Garrick turned his eyes on me and said, "And you?"

Rubbing at my arm, I had to look away from his eyes before I could answer.

"Bliss Edwards. I'm a little torn between acting and stage management. And since they don't really offer Masters programs where you can do both, I think I'll just go ahead and enter the, um, job market or whatever."

I looked back at him, but his eyes had already moved on to Dom, who was sitting one row above me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Kelsey's hand found mine, and she squeezed.

It took another twenty minutes to finish up introductions because, well, we're theatre people. We love to hear ourselves talk.

With only five minutes left in cla.s.s Garrick said, "Great. It sounds like you've all at least given a thought to the next step. Wednesday I want you all to come to cla.s.s with your resume and headshots and be ready to audition."