Page 126 of I Wanna Text You Up

I chuckle at his innocence. “Every theater does it differently, and this is where ours brings the ‘actors’ up onstage.”

He nods and focuses back in on theshow.

I feel the guy behind me hit my seat as he gets up to strut his stuff in front of the packed audience, and I sneer in hisdirection.

He responds with an amusedgrin.

Dick!

I resist the urge to throw something at him and watch as he moseys his way up to the front. I don’t understand at all how he’s walking in those six-inch stilettos. I can barely handle a four-inchheel.

The “cast” gathers on the stage, and I find myself drawn to the asshole who’s been sitting behind me the whole show. He stands tall above the rest, telling me he’s at least six-foot without the heels. His eyes flick about, and I wonder for a moment if this is his firsttime.

Then suddenly his eyes are on me and he’s grinning like a fool. Just before the music begins to play, he blows me akiss.

Perplexed, I sink into my seat to avoid hisstare.

“I’m going to assume that was meant for you,” the guy beside mewhispers.

I don’t respond. I can’trespond.

Because something is making itself abundantly clear tome.

That guy decked out in briefs, fishnet garters, a red corset, and a boa is none other than the man I’ve been swiftly falling in lovewith.

A huge grin overtakes my face, and he knows I’m ontohim.

I watch with amusement as they dance through the entireRose Tint My Worldscene. The whole thing is complete with the inevitable trip and loss of wig. There’s not a dull moment throughout, especially with my eyes on Caleb and his eyes onme.

He’s up there, forme.

When the final scene plays, we all stand to cheer. The Franks and Rockys and Magentas and Riff Raffs take their bow before the audience swarms their friends and lovedones.

I wave to a few moviegoers I’ve come to know over the years and patiently wait for Caleb to stagger his way over tome.

The crowd is dwindling down when he finally emerges from the sidestage.

One of the show’s organizers is with him, and I see the guy give him a big pat on the back. Their lips move but I can’t make out what they’resaying.

Finally, after what feels like ages, he walks myway.

My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding away in my chest inanticipation.

“Hi,” he whispers when he’s standing about a footaway.

There’s a bit of lipstick still smeared across his lips, and my hands itch to reach up and wipe itaway.

“Hi.”

“How’d you like theshow?”

“When in the hell did you find the time to learn those wicked dancemoves?”

He grins. “That’s why I’ve been out so late this week—Rocky Horrorpractice.”

“You’ve been avoiding coming home and talking with me for Rocky Horror?” He nods. “I can’t even be mad atthat.”

“Good.”

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