Mia's pov
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I couldn't erase the feeling of guilt. It was like carrying the world's weight on my shoulders. I couldn't even imagine how timmy had felt after what I said.
But I had to work. And If I didn't work, I wasn't paid. But it was the end of the night and I had just turned the power off.
Me:" See you tomorrow."
Keith:" Mia? Are you coming?"
Me:" what are you talking about?"
Keith:" the photoshoot?"
Me:" I thought that was next Thursday?"
Keith:" no, it's tonight. Is that okay.....?"
*a couple hours later*
I was late. I was supposed to be at timmy's play in a couple minutes. But I had to do this stupid photoshoot.
Timothée's pov
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As the red light reflects onto my skin, I'm ready. I'm dressed, in character and ready to go. Everyone had taken their seats and I was gaining my confidence.
As I nodded to the technician, the lights were luminous. Unsure as to how this might go,The show must go on, and so I let it.
I walked out on to the stage, and here I was. Living MY dream.
Mia's pov
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The band was all dressed in bright colours, with their instruments in hand. And the photographer was rambling on about things I chose to take no notice of.
Photographer:" oh yeah. That's lovely. LOVELY. Beautiful, beautiful....okay keyboard."
His camera was now facing me with rather minor comments added in when he felt like it.
Photographer:" okay, look up. Yep, that's good...okay, cut the music! Okay, can you bit your lip for me?"
Me:" what?!"
Photographer:" look, the quicker we do this, the quicker it's over. Now bite your lip!"
So I did.
Photographer:" come on?! Like you're concentrating."
This was getting out of hand. I began to grow impatient.
Photographer:" great, beautiful! Now move your glasses down a little bit. A bit more. Keep your head down, but look up at me. Look a little bit moody."
I didn't have to pretend to do that.
Photographer:" yeah. That's great. Great! Okay....turn the keyboard on. Play something! Play something! Anything! You're a pianist aren't yah?"
I let my hands flow across the notes. Playing the first thing that came to mind. The song I played when me and Timothée first met.
Photographer:" great. That's beautiful. Lovely."
I stopped for a moment.
Photographer:" no! Don't stop! Just keep playing."
Timothée's pov
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This night was supposed to be the best night of my life. The one night I was able to do something that might improve my career and future. As the play ended, the lights for the audience turned on and she wasn't there!
Why did I even believe she'd show? Only a few people were there to view it. And now I sit here wondering If it was even worth it? Whether it changed anything?
As I sat in my dressing room, I looked in the mirror and started to well up. The people in the audience chatted away. I could hear everything. And some things, I was just not ready to hear yet, we're spoken without a care in the world.
My heart and sole went into this play and now I had started to question it. The theatre was now empty, and I was turning off the last light and began to pack up my things.
Mia's pov
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I sped around the corner and pulled the hand break. I started to bang on every door and window, in hope that it hadn't ended.
Me:" TIMMY!"
a door opened and I turned around to see who it was.
It was timmy.
Me:" timmy. I'm so sorry. I just got caught up at work."
She opened her car door with no one words spoken.
Me:" I'm sorry."
Timothée:" oh, you're sorry?"
I tried getting closer but all he did was push me away.
Timothée:" you're sorry?"
Me:" I'll make it up to you. Let me make it up to you, okay? I don't blame you-"
Timothée:" it's over."
Me:" what is?"
Timothée:" it's over. It's over. I'm done embarrassing myself. I'm done....Nobody showed up."
Me:" so what?"
Timothée:" and I can't pay back the theatre."
I could see his tears spill down his cheeks.
Timothée:" I'm gonna go home for a while."
Me:" I'll come see you tomorrow."
Timothée:" no I'm going home, home."
Me:" this is home!"
Timothée:" no its not. Not anymore."
As he got in his seat and slammed the door. I felt my heart shatter into pieces.
As he drove away, I knelt to the floor. A tightening of my throat and a short intake of breath led me to a pain in my chest. My heart could not take this damage. A great sob escaped me, and I covered my face with shaking hands.
This went on for a while.