Hello! This is my first story. Please be kind with comments! More may be to come in the future! I hope you enjoy ;)
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The theater smelled stale and the seats were uncomfortable, but I didn't care. My focus was on the dark-haired young man on stage, as he sang out the final line of his song. The musical itself was some kind of commentary on kids these days, but I wasn't really paying attention to that either. The stranger breathed heavily as he finished his tune. His eyes met mine, sitting at the back of the cramped theater. Then, I knew, I had to have him.
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I stared at my closet, disgruntled. I had already tried on several outfits, but still couldn't decide on what to wear. I huffed, annoyed, and began shimmying on my favorite plain but flattering gray dress. I slipped on a pair of simple heels and pulled my long blonde hair into a sleek ponytail. Finally I swept some mascara along my lashes, framing my caramel brown eyes, and gave myself a final appraising look in the mirror before turning on my heel to head out of my apartment.
It was a Saturday afternoon and I planned to see a small musical at my favorite local theater. It was a very small theater with a single stage, fitting a maximum of fifty people, maybe. I liked it because it was intimate, and it had a rather nice bar. Not to mention the patrons were mostly older couples, meaning they didn't bother me much and mostly didn't pay me any mind at all. I loved to sit in the back corner and enjoy the productions. Afterwards, I often chatted with the cast members. They had become pretty familiar with me, as I had been frequenting the small theater for some time now.
I myself was a business woman, a manager at an accounting firm that too-often sported a no-nonsense attitude while dealing with boring and snobby customers and coworkers. The theater was my escape. It wasn't very exciting, but it did slightly indulge my passion for the arts which I seldom had time to explore outside of work.
Some time later, I arrived at the theater and cozied into my preferred seat, seat 34, in the corner of the theater. I had arrived early and had already gotten a drink so I could settle in and watch the others arrive. I sipped my drink, and did just that.
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After a while, the lights dimmed and he ambient music that had been playing came to a stop. A jazzy tune rang out from a keyboard player slightly hidden in the corner of the theater. A curly-haired brunette actress emerged and began singing a similarly jazzy song as she bounced and flounced about the state. Her character seemed to be that of a young seductress. The song was decent and my attention was mildly captured when the song ended and the next character emerged. I was entranced.
He was playing a charismatic young con man, and was dressed in a slightly-too-large suit. His dark hair was swept up and back, and I immediately considered how attractive it would look after I'd run my hands through it. He appeared pretty young and was quite attractive, but it was his mischievous smile that did me in. I continued to watch him throughout the song, more charmed by him than I'd like to admit. At the end of his song, his eyes locked with mine and I gave him my best "Come and get me if you dare," look. If I didn't know better, I'd say his smile widened at that, just a touch.
I sat through the rest of the musical, but remained embarrassingly focused on the stranger throughout it all. I wasn't sure if I was imagining the looks he was stealing at me throughout the show, but it shot a thrill through me every time. I found myself rubbing my legs together throughout the show, heightening the warmth and sensitivity between my legs.
Once the show ended, I returned to the bar to set my now-empty glass down and gave some brief hellos to a few cast member I recognized. I informed them that I, regretfully, couldn't hang around long and slinked out the side door of the theater into a small alleyway along the side of it. Cars rushed past on the street just in front of the theater, and attendees were still leaving. I leaned against the brick wall and lit a cigarette, taking a few deliberately slow drags.
