Reality And Romance

“But what if I don’t get a second chance? This is a big deal Libby, there is no resit for this.”

Libby walked back over to him, placing her hand tentatively over his. Andrew didn’t hold hers back, but he didn’t pull away. Libby took this as a sign to continue. “There is always a resit. Maybe not here, but somewhere else. I’ve messed up a fair bit in my life, and I can tell you that the one thing I learned from fu*king up repeatedly is that it’s not failing that destroys you, it’s when you don’t have the balls to try again. There is always another opportunity for those willing to take them. If you fell over, that wouldn’t make the designs any less good would it?”

“I suppose not, but it might detract from…”

“It would be embarrassing. I get it. But that’s it. People mess up, if you played it off as something that was a bit embarrassing and funny, it wouldn’t be an issue. People might like you more for it. Hell, if it happens, we’re supposed to be fighting anyway so you could easily pretend that it’s part of the act.”

Andrew nodded, his words came out more slowly, as he began to calm down. “Okay, but what if something else goes wrong? If something tears, or breaks, or…”

“Andrew, would you be the first one that had ever happened too?”

“No.”

“These things happen. It would be a bit embarrassing, but you work through it, and if it’s in your power, you try and prevent it from happening again. That’s all you can do.”

Finally, it seemed as if Andrew had returned to normal, and he finally took her hand. “And I won’t be alone, right?”

Libby nodded, “Never. I’ll be there right beside you. If you trip and I can’t catch you, then I’ll lie in the dirt with you until you’re ready to stand back up.”

Andrew wiped away his tears and smiled. “I…thank you. Not that I’m not still terrified…it’s just…well…I love you Libby. ”

“I love you too.” Libby responded to his smile with a deep kiss.

A few minutes later they left his dressing room, and Andrew felt much better. As everyone else had left, they went to find Diane and Chris. Libby had hoped that perhaps, after everything that had just occurred, they were sitting somewhere quietly, waiting for them. But alas, she knew her friends better than that.

They found Diane first. She was arguing with one of the officials, a tall, dark haired man with shockingly blue eyes. Apparently she had overheard him being rude to a member of the waiting staff and lost her temper immediately.

“You’re like a barking dog,” he commented dismissively. “Quit yapping and go home”

“You can’t buy manners, rich boy, next time you ask someone to do something, try adding a please.”

Chris was being no less trouble, although he was having a far better time. One of the DJ’s had come down to talk to him about the song choice during his entrance, as it hadn’t been specified which part of the song he wanted and it meant that the performance had been slightly off beat. The lady in question had been a short woman, with spiky blonde hair that reached her shoulders, and apparently rather bossy. Naturally, she was just his type and he had spent the last twenty minutes trying to flirt with her.

After a couple of minutes watching and noticing that the blonde woman had rolled her eyes over a dozen times, Libby decided to rescue her from Chris’ advances and beckoned him over.

“Yea Libby? You need me for something?”

“I just wanted to inform you that it doesn’t look like your advances are going to work.”

“Not working? I just got a phone number.” He said proudly, producing a white slip of paper from inside his suit.

“Really? She looked annoyed.”

“Nah,” Chris replied with a large sh*t eating smile. “That was just because I was teasing her, but she was doing it back just as bad.”

Before Libby could reply, they were further joined by a rather disgruntled looking Diane.
“What’s wrong?” They asked in unison.

“Me and that tall brown haired guy, we were fighting and saying all sorts of sh*t and suddenly he pulls out a pen, and writes down his phone number.” Diane said, with a look that was one part pleasure and one part confusion.”
Libby raised an eyebrow.

“Not that I’d ever call the rich bas*ard anyway.” Diane added quickly, blushing.