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A nervous wannabe actor slips away to steal a smoke at an audition and finds more relaxation than he expected.
A Ghostly Story for the Season
EXCERPT
Encounter
"What are you
doing back here?" The slightly breathy, barely audible voice brushed like
a caress along Trevor's tense nerves. A slight breeze blew Trevor's hair into
his eyes as the stranger stepped from the shadows.
'Back here' was a
dark secluded little alcove behind the wings of the drafty theater that Trevor
had considered a safe place to steal a smoke and calm his nerves. Apparently it
wasn't as unused as it appeared. He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the
battered linoleum floor and ground it out with the heel of his boot. Smoking
hadn't helped his nerves. Usually it did. His therapist claimed it was part of
an oral fixation, related somehow to childhood neglect. Trevor found that
difficult to believe, but then the therapist had yet to meet his over
indulgent, too involved mother. He spent half his childhood in prayer for a
little benign neglect.
He refused to
stand up straight and act embarrassed though. He'd just stay right where he
was, leaning comfortably against the dingy wall, looking casual, he hoped.
Nausea still cramped his belly at the prospect of actually auditioning for a
singing part in the Halloween musical. He waited a moment for a lecture on
smoking in a public building. Nothing. Just patient silence.
Trevor narrowed
his eyes and turned his head to flick a contemptuous gaze over the intruder. He
raised his pierced brow in smooth interrogation. He'd spent hours practicing
the technique in front of his bedroom mirror last year. Useful, suave and
attractive, he hoped. The newcomer wasn't someone he'd ever met before,
therefore probably not someone who belonged backstage either. He knew most of
the people involved in the community theater one way or another. He'd spent the
last seven years working on the sets and doing walk-on parts, after all. That
changed this year.
He shifted
slightly, rocking in place. The intruder was a very attractive someone, with a
lithe muscular body poured into black skinny jeans and a tight black long
sleeve tee. Pale, lovely classic features, deep dark eyes a guy could get lost
in. If this kid could sing, Trevor faced stiff competition for the role he
wanted. "Hi. I'm Trevor Adams." He licked his suddenly dry lips
lightly. Another drafty little breeze stirred the hairs along his collarbone
and he shivered a bit.
The dark eyes lit
with a glitter of interest. The boy glided forward, strangely graceful, plump
ruby lips stretched in a flirty smile. "I'm Caspar Thorpe. People don't
usually see me back here. It's nice to meet you, Trevor." He extended a
pale hand. Trevor wiped his own damp palm on his jeans and reluctantly took
Caspar's hand. It was soft and cool in his grip, oddly soothing and he felt
nearly as reluctant to release his grip on the hand as he'd been to take it in
the first place.
"Are you
trying out for the Haunted Theater performance?" Please don't say you want to be Vlad. Caspar intrigued him. Trevor
found him incredibly attractive and didn't want to be put in a position of
rivalry with him. The other man's words sank in slowly. Duh. If he's backstage and people don't usually see him, then he's not
an actor, huh genius?
"No,
no." Caspar shook his head slowly, "I'm more of a special effects
guy. I do sound."
"Oh, so
you're checking the acoustics?" Relieved that Caspar didn't plan to
audition for the part he wanted, Trevor smiled slightly. Caspar glided with his
odd graceful manner a little bit closer. Trevor's breath quickened a bit, his
pulse raced.
"What about
you? What are you doing here?" Caspar asked, his words a little more
breathy. Trevor inhaled, desperately attempting to calm his senses. A light,
teasing scent, earthy and fresh replaced the tobacco odor. Mmm, nice cologne Caspar wears.
Trevor's cheeks
warmed a little. "Just searching for a place away from the crowd. This is
my first audition and I'm a little nervous." Try a lot nervous, buddy.
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