Understudy

The lackluster applause startled Megan awake.  She straightened in her seat, rubbed her eyes and clapped along, more loudly than anyone else in the audience.  Was I snoring? Oh God, please tell me I wasn’t snoring.

The play had been, in a word, horrible.  The lead actress had been hospitalized with a nasty case of pneumonia.  The understudy seemed unprepared, forgetting her lines repeatedly, then breaking the third wall and apologizing to the audience.

Casey let out a long, labored sigh and turned to her.  “Ready?”  She nodded.

They showed their passes to the guards and made their way down the winding halls backstage, knocking on one of the dressing room doors.  Andrea whipped the door open and leaped into their arms.

“I thought it went really well.  What about you guys?  Haven’t checked my twitter yet…”

Casey and Megan sneaked glances at each other.

“Why don’t we all go get some drinks?”

“A lot of them…”

As they left, Casey slipped Andrea’s phone in her purse.

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25 thoughts on “Understudy

  1. Trying and being a good friend are never easy. Andrea’s best wasn’t good enough this time, but hey, she still went out there! Hopefully Megan and Casey manage to keep her away from those reviews *shaking my head*

    I really like the way you set this up. Excellent job!

  2. Yes, a lot of drinks, I think. Not sure they’ll cushion the blow, but I’d do the same in their case… You got their dilemma across well, I feel for them. Good stuff!

  3. Hopefully Casey and Megan will be able to break it to her gently that her performance wasn’t quite as well received as she might have hoped! I also hope that she doesn’t take it too badly – next time she just needs to be better prepared. 🙂 A lovely story that builds to really well to the conclusion.

  4. Enjoyably awkward read — I was fully picturing being in their shoes, er, seats. Those two are really good friends. But if Andrea honestly thinks it went well.. Hm, another sign that this isn’t the career for her.

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