|When All Your Dreams Come True
Author: MezMaroon8 PM
That's not a dream, it's an envitability. You singing Dont Cry For Me Argentina to a sold out crowd of Evita. St Berry.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Jesse sJ. & Rachel B. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,588 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 05-22-11 - Published: 05-13-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6987939
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AN: So we all know these two divas will reunite on Broadway in the inevitable future and I thought I would write their journey ruling NYC. Here's a future St Berry fic for you. Enjoy!
When All Your Dreams Come True
A complete natural as she claims the stage.
He's been watching her for a while. He just came back to New York after his own theatre company tour for a play he wrote and lead. He's made it big, after 6 years of college majoring in theatre and shadowing his idols like a lover struck puppy.
His eyes glisten with pride and awe at her astonishing performance as Evita in a sold out theatre of people glued to her petite figure, the tiny girl with the huge voice. It knocks the air of his lungs as she blinds the room with her brightness like a star that never burns out.
She's an illuminating beauty and he knew this was inevitable; a room full of thousands of strangers have fallen in love with her as she consumes them with her gift. This was inevitability. He promised he would be there when all her dreams came true so here he was standing in the third row, centre seat in awe of her.
She bows down as the velvet violet curtain falls down and the crowd roars in applause and he leaps up clapping wildly and whistling wildly. Her face stretches into a wide contagious smile; she's so pretty when she smiles.
Then their eyes meet, his blue orbs mixing with her warm hazel ones. She stares at his momentarily before bowing down again as the crowd cheers appraising her performance as the heroine of a classic play. He smiles back shyly.
She's gone in the shadows and it's like the light leaves the room as her presence lacks, leaving him in a lonely overpowering darkness.
He gulps. She's always been beautifully, extraordinarily so. Her face is perfect with a hint of blush and her lips plump waiting to be kissed, her eyes bright brown as it shines with happy tears. He understands. He knows exactly what she's thinking as she steps out to be greeted by thousands of adoring fans waiting for her autograph in her first breakout role as a starlet.
All her dreams came true, all the melodramatic storm out and the heartbreak came to good use as she belted out her pain and anguish of her youth and brought art to life every night.
He's leaning on the doorway of the stage door watching her get mobbed by screeching fans crazy about her just as much as he has been. She's so casual, nothing like the prim and proper girl he knew all those years ago. Her figure has filled out and her delicate curves making her even more attractive with her original ethnic features bringing her out from a crowd of chiselled blue eyes clones in the industry.
She's wearing jeans! Jeans! Who would have thought it? She's got her hair down, naturally wavy mahogany locks flowing past her shoulders as the wind breezes past her, her long cardigan blowing up to reveal a patch of her tan skin, the flat panel of her abs exposing a tiny gold on her bellybutton. A tattoo? He tilts his head to get a better view, trying to be subtle as he mewls in the shock of this newly improved pint sized drama queen.
Gold stars are her metaphors. He smirks. She hasn't changed. Not that much anyway.
He's got his elbow leaning on the frame of the back stage door as he creeps up on her.
She flinches startled as her eyes meet his once more, taking him in. His hair is still coiffed in rich blonde curls and his face clear like that of a movie star, he's got a pair of shades hanging off his black skin tight shirt underneath his sexy leather jacket. He always did have style. She's never been more attracted to him, as she licks her lips eyeing him up.
He swallows relishing in the fact she just checked him out.
'Welcome to Broadway.'
He opens his arms as she leaps into him in a tight hug. He holds onto her for dear life and they could stay like that forever.
She loosens from her grip and they stare at eachother. 'You came. I thought you were on tour.'
She's been watching him too and he doesn't know how to hide his satisfaction. He never did get over her and he's pretty sure she didn't either. After all they're like two pieces of a puzzle; they just fit together like two peas in a pod. He was always going to come back for her.
'I came back for you. They let us finish last week and I heard about your debut, I couldn't stop myself from getting to see your first Broadway performance. Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you, you would make it?'
She smiles and chuckles, nodding her head vigorously. 'You did.'
He steps towards her, holding her hips and pulling her towards him. The way he's looking at her right now, it's like she's the brightest star in the sky and he's mesmerised by the beauty she exudes. He adores her, this petite brunette has been a big part of his life for so long and being away from her was like having a part of you missing. He always felt it, her absence.
'You were wonderful. Your rendition of Don't Cry for Me Argentina was so heartbreaking.'
She playfully hits his arm. 'So you didn't I lacked emotional depth? That my performance was flawed? Since when did Jesse St James stop giving out backhanded compliments?'
He laughs as he tugs her head below his chin. 'I missed you.'
She circled his waist his arms and they just stay in that embrace for the longest time.
'I missed you more.'
'Looks like we both made it big, my play The Rebound has been acclaimed by the critics and we're coming to Broadway in a couple of months so we'll run in the same circle without being apart for too long.'
She holds him even tighter then. Breathing in, she whispers. 'Good cos I need you.'
He doesn't understand that, they managed the college years and she was always independent, striving on her own as she blew everyone away with her charm and talent, her energy and her passion. She didn't need him to get where she is today. She shined anyway.
'Why?' He tucks his chin on the top of her head and strokes her silky hair with his fingers.
'I need to be here when all my dreams come true, cheering me on like my greatest fan.'
He kisses the top of her temple and pulls her closer to him as they walk to his car, going home to make love.