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“Charlotte, you’re late,” Nick scolded as I burst into the room. “Call time is six-thirty, and with the demands you put on your voice each night, you need this warm-up more than anyone.”

I felt my face heat up as I blushed. “I’m sorry, Nick,” I muttered as I took a spot next to Lisa, beside the piano. I saw the smirk on her face, though she tried to hide it by taking a sip of water from her bottle. I nudged her in the side as we began to do scales again. I saw Sean on the other side of the piano, watching me. I smiled, but he looked away.

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The Sunday show is always a matinee, starting at two, so Lisa and I had to be at work by noon. I was up at the crack of dawn, and watched the sun rise over the city, a beautiful site that often goes unappreciated. The weight of pain was heavy on me, and I didn’t have much to say while Lisa made breakfast and forced me to eat some of it. Orlando didn’t call before we left for the theatre, and it killed me inside.

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Two weeks went by after Orlando and I made up, and nothing had yet to come of our decision to make an official announcement about us. Orlando’s publicity team had called me a few times to discuss what I could and couldn’t say to the press in the meantime, but I’d been in the theatre so much, I didn’t have to worry about running into reporters. We were having technical issues with the show, and I’d almost been dropped from the wires twice during tech rehearsals. The second time it happened, Nick was fuming, and I wasn’t much better.

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The interview was set for the following morning at eleven, in the theatre lobby. I stood in front of my closet for a good half an hour, trying to decide what to wear. Orlando had his clothes laid out on the bed when I came out of the shower, and I envied his lack of options. I finally decided on a beautiful royal blue sweater Orlando had bought for me in Toronto, and my favourite grey jeans. Orlando was wearing black jeans and a white collared dress shirt, with a dark green sweater over top. He looked positively yummy.

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My heart sank the following morning when I woke up, knowing that Orlando was leaving that night, between my two performances. I had just enough time to see him to the airport before I had to be back at the theatre. It was after eleven when I awoke, and I had to be at the theatre for noon, to get into make-up for the two o’clock show. I leaned over and kissed Orlando’s sleeping face before getting out of bed to shower and get ready to go.

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