“Life
doesn’t always go according to plan. In fact, it has a nasty habit of veering off
the map. So when my job led me to New York City, something extraordinary
happened…her script merged with
mine.”
Hadley Theater, New York City,
New York - Night
ENTER STAGE LEFT-Rowan
Townsend, a twenty-nine year old Broadway starlet, strolls onto the dark, ominous
stage. The bright spotlight finds her and she smiles broadly, her body buzzing in
anticipation.
Rowan
Serendipity is a funny thing, isn’t it? It jumps out from behind the bushes and offers an unbelievable chance at happiness. It’s hopeful and intriguing, and maybe even a little terrifying.
Serendipity is a funny thing, isn’t it? It jumps out from behind the bushes and offers an unbelievable chance at happiness. It’s hopeful and intriguing, and maybe even a little terrifying.
ENTER STAGE RIGHT-Lark
Hawthorne, a striking twenty-nine year old FBI agent and self-proclaimed liar,
marches to Rowan and grabs her arm, coaxing her off
stage.
Lark
Rowan, what are you doing? We need to leave. It’s not safe here.
Rowan, what are you doing? We need to leave. It’s not safe here.
Rowan and Lark look out into
the audience and a menacing shadow in the back of the theater catches their
attention. Her eyes expand in panic and he grips her hand tighter, offering
reassurance.
Lark
It’s now or never. Are you ready?
It’s now or never. Are you ready?
EXIT STAGE RIGHT. Fade to
black.
My heart rate begins to thump erratically and I
know he sees the panic in my eyes. I pull away from him, ashamed of my reaction to
his admission.Danger, Rowan. Danger. The last time I allowed
myself to like someone, I mean really like, he broke my
heart. He jumped on another train and took a detour to a new place, leaving me in
the broken boxcar. I was stuck with the task of finding the parts to make a new train.
It’s not easy to allow yourself, one hundred percent, to like someone who
you know is bad.
Landon was bad. He radiated playboy and I
didn’t see it until I was in too deep. But with Lark, he’s mysterious. I
saw it right away. And in some ways, he could be more
dangerous.
I begin to open my mouth to explain that maybe
we should take things slow, but he cuts me off. “I see it. I see it in your eyes.
You want to run.”
My eyes skirt to the side and I don’t
answer. I can’t. I’m ashamed. Hell yes I want to
run. He actually admitted to liking me. This just got to a whole new
level of intense. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle all of
this.
He unlaces his fingers from mine and pulls me to
my feet. Once we are both standing and facing each other, he embraces me in a
strong hug. It’s fierce and full of emotion. He has this way of making a simple
gesture mean so much more. Very slowly, his head dips to the crook of my neck and
his deep, easy breathing fills my ears. “We don’t have to do this. We
can go our separate ways when this is all over and you don’t have to see me
again. But I know one day we will meet up and it’ll be completely on
accident. You’ll be forty and divorced and I’ll take you out to have
dinner. We’ll smile and have this same connection. And I’ll look into
your eyes and you’ll be reminded of all the years lost between us. And then,
at the end of the night, I’ll wait outside and hail you a cab and you’ll
wonder why we wasted so much time.”
Cassie Graham is the author of Unable to Resist
and Anyone But Him. She also hates talking about herself. It makes her nervous and
somewhat sweaty. So, she’s going to make this
short.
While writing is her true passion, her family is
even more important. Her ultimate happy place is sitting in her house with her
husband and daughter while writing stories about lovers who are meant to be
together. She’d live in that world forever if she
could.
She lives in Arizona with her husband, daughter
and two crazy puppies.
