Call Me
Whenever I have a moment time I try to finish another prompt. And today i succeeded. This one features Nancy is a famous actress and Robin as a successful singer. Enjoy! Warning, I didn't have a chance to proofread this though.
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She didnât want to be here. She didnât want to be anywhere except for the comfort of her own home on the 39th floor of a New York skyscraper. She was truly becoming a recluse. A hermit just as the one on the tarot card the fortune teller had placed on that tiny round table when Nancy had been six. It had been pushed to the back of her mind until her manager had accused her of being just that, a hermit.
He had been right. And so had her mother when she begged her to take her sister to this damned concert. Holly deserved this night out though. She deserved to see her favorite singer live like all these thousands of teenagers. Nancy just wished she didnât have to take her.
But she wasnât stupid, she knew why Holly wanted her to go with. Because Nancy could ensure one thing that no one else in her family, no one else in this venue, could. A meeting with the artist. She didnât want to though.
âThanks for taking me, Nancy,â Holly said for the third time as they walked to their seats, front row at the right side of the stage, almost pushed into a corner. Maybe Nancy should have tried to get them to the side of the stage where no one could see them, or at least barely anyone.
âOf course, Holly. Thatâs what big sisters are for.â At least she could fake a smile.
Holly smiled back, brightly. Maybe it was worth it after all. Nancyâs smile turned real. She leaned back in her seat.
âOh my God, is that Nancy Wheeler?â a girl whispered from behind them. The smile vanished instantly.
âShe looks like Nancy Wheeler,â another girl replied.
âGuys, there is no way Nancy Wheeler would be here. I heard sheâs locked herself up in her apartment,â a third voice added.
âI donât know. I read in an article the other day that she might be experimenting now that she and her boyfriend broke up.â The first voice.
âOh, come on. Nancy Wheeler isnât into girls.â The third voice.
âI donât think sheâs into girls either but that doesnât mean she canât enjoy a concert.â The second voice.
âI think she might be forcing something. Donât you remember that recent interview where Robin said Nancy is her celebrity crush? This might be her response. Going like, âcome and get me, Robin.â I think it could be cute.â First.
âNo way.â Second, with a laugh.
âYouâre making up fanfiction as we speak, Ashley.â Third.
Holly turned around in her seat. âI heard that Nancy Wheeler is in Europe at the moment filming this extravagant new movie. Italy or something. It must be so exciting to be a movie star.â
Nancy sank further into her seat.
âReally? Sheâs in Italy?â
âI thought she was the girl next to you.â
âHer?â Holly pointed at Nancy. âOh, no. Sheâs my sister, Marjorie.â
Nancy bit her bottom lip before she started laughing. She couldnât hear what the girls replied as the lights turned low and the girls standing in front of the stage started screaming.
The truth was that Nancy didnât know who Robin Buckley was. She had heard the name here and there, had heard of the interview the girls had mentioned, but she had never seen her face, or heard any of her songs. So, she was a little surprised when she saw the singer walk onto the stage. No, not walked. She jumped, skipped, and ran a part of the way. She nearly tripped over some wires that were taped to the stage, or maybe just over her own feet. And then she reached the microphone and started singing and Nancy was in awe.
The people around her, including her little sister blurred around her. All she could see was Robin Buckley with her raspy voice singing to her. She could imagine how a movie would portray the scene, how it would be written in a script.
A close up of Nancy shows her eyes glazed over as she watches Robin sing. The muffled sound of thousands of people screaming is overpowered by Robinâs voice.
âIsnât she great?â Holly shouted over the music. Nancy simply nodded her head. Because she was great. She was absolutely magnificent. Her voice was magical.
When the first song ended, the second one started. Nancy stayed stuck in her trance until Robin addressed the crowd.
âNew York, how are we feeling tonight?â she shouted into the microphone.
The crowd went wild, yet none of them answering the question. Nancy just stared in silence.
âAlright, can we turn the lights on? I like to see who Iâll be spending my night with.â
The lights were almost blinding. It felt like there was a spotlight on Nancy, who had the sudden urge to slide under her chair.
âYou guys look beautiful tonight,â Robin said, looking from the left side of the venue to the right until her eyes landed on⊠Nancy. âOh.â It was a soft little noise. Even through the speakers it was barely audible.
The girls behind Nancy started screaming even louder. Nancy worried sheâd get permanent hearing loss because of them.
Robin walked towards Nancy as far as the stage would allow. âNancy Wheeler?â
âNo, thatâs Marjorie!â the girls behind Nancy screamed. She wasnât sure if Robin didnât hear them or just didnât believe the obvious lie. But she ignored the comment and saluted in Nancyâs direction before returning to her spot in the center of the stage. The lights dimmed once again as the next song started up.
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âDo you think we can meet her, Nancy?â
She and Holly were already walking towards the exit. They probably could. It was the perk of being famous, you got to meet other famous people. And it wasnât that she didnât want to meet Robin Buckley. She was just scared.
Scared to make the wrong first impression. Scared to come off as weird or freaky or socially awkward. She wasnât sure she could make a good impression right now.
âPlease, Nancy!â Holly pushed.
âAlright, we can try.â Nancy shook her head as she said it.
They turned around walking towards the back of the venue. Maybe they would be turned away. They could be turned away.
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They werenât turned away. Nancy didnât fully realize that until they were dumped in Robinâs personal dressing room. Robin herself was sitting at a vanity table with a notebook in front of her and a pen in her hand. She didnât look up when the door closed behind Nancy and Holly.
Nancy cleared her throat. She didnât know what to say. She probably should have. With all the media training and the strangers she met. But she didnât. She didnât know at all.
Robin looked up into the mirror in front of her and quickly turned around. âNancy Wheeler, itâs a pleasure to meet you. I didnât expect you to show up to my show. If I did, I would have given you better seats for sure, you guys were pushed into a corner. Did you see everything? I never know what the audience sees from all those different angles. Did you enjoy the show? Both of you?â
âIt was great! I had such a good time,â Holly said.
âYeah, she screamed so loud my eardrums are still recovering,â Nancy spoke without thinking.
Robin laughed. âAs she should. And what about you? Did you enjoy yourself, Nancy? Can I call you Nancy?â
âYes, you can call me Nancy. And I did have a good time. Itâs been a while since Iâve gotten to go out like this.â
Robin smiled at her. She had a beautiful smile. She was beautiful. Even more so up close. Her blue eyes were hypnotizing. Her freckles were distracting.
âGlad to hear it. I have to be honest that when I noticed you in the audience, I got a bit scared. Or maybe not scared, I got nervous. Thatâs a better word for it. But I also kind of hoped youâd come say hi.â Robin was scratching the back of her neck as she spoke.
âReally? Is it because Iâm your celebrity crush?â Nancy asked with a smirk on her face. Somehow it was easy to talk to Robin.
âYou heard about that, huh?â
âA little birdie told me.â
âYeah, the girls sitting behind us. They kept gossiping about Nancy and you,â Holly interjected.
âOh, really?â
âYeah, I think they wanted the two of you to get together or something.â
âHolly!â Nancy said, feeling like she was losing the upper hand in the conversation, even if she wasnât sure why she needed it in the first place.
Robin laughed again.
âCan I have an autograph?â
âYeah, of course.â Robin walked back to the vanity to grab the pen she had dropped.
âSo, what were you writing when we came in here?â Nancy asked.
âA new song.â
âIâm looking forward to hearing it.â
âAnd Iâm looking forward to seeing your new movie. In fact, I just read you were in Italy filming.â
âAinât that peculiar?â
âIt sure is. But I do appreciate you coming all this way just to see little old me.â
âAsk for her number,â Holly whispered.
âWhat?â Nancy whispered back.
âSheâs flirting with you. Ask for her number.â
âSheâs not flirting with me.â
âOh, I was trying to flirt with you,â Robin admitted, handing over the piece of paper to Holly.
âOh, you were?â
âKind of. I mean you are my celebrity crush.â Robin smiled shyly. âBut itâs fine if you are not interested. Iâm already honored to have met you.â
âI am. Interested, I mean. I am interested.â She hadnât known before. Or maybe she had.
âOh, great,â Robin replied.
âIn fact, she would really like your phone number or an address to send mail to,â Holly said.
âYeah, of course. Iâll write down the number to my home phone and my address, but it might be easier if you gave me your number so I can call from wherever.â
âSure.â Nancy rushed toward the vanity. Her hand touched Robinâs as she handed over the pen. âCall me.â
âI sure will. Definitely. As soon as possible.â
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