Chapter 1
“Ahhhh,” I exclaimed as I emerged from the New Amsterdam theatre in New
York.
The rain had begun just as I stepped out of the building. In my arms were
stragglers of magazines and scripts, along with shoes, books, makeup and my
orange Nike sport bag. I had just cleaned out my dressing room I had used
for my two-year run of Hello Dolly on Broadway. I was preparing to fly home
to San Francisco in just 2 ½ hours.
I opened my umbrella and stepped out onto the sidewalk in order to hail a
cab. There was a clap of thunder then boom, bang, thud. Someone smacked
into me; my stuff fell to the wet ground with a jolt. As I looked down at
the skewed papers I shook my head in disbelief. My mouth was also hanging
down to my waist. I looked up at the man who obviously needed a lesson on
walking. He was tall with dark hair and equally dark eyes. He wore a knee
length overcoat overtop a black button up shirt and a pair of khakis.
“Hello, watch where you’re going,” I shouted angrily.
“I’m so sorry,” he retorted, “ let me help you, he still seemed a little
distracted by something. He leaned down to help me with my parcels.
“No, you don’t have to,” I said leaning down next to him trying to keep my
umbrella from flying away, or hitting him in the head.
As we both came up with our arms full our eyes locked. I knew this guy,
but from where? Movies? No.
“Thank you,” I said harshly, taking my things out of his arms and raising
my arm to signal a cab.
“Let me pay for your cab ride,” he said as the cab pulled next to the curb.
“I need to make this up to you.”
“In light of the situation, and the fact that you seem to have a lot on
your mind why don’t you just get to where ever it is you’re going, without
me,” hopefully he would just get into the cab and go, but I had no such
luck.
“No, I have to do this or I’ll feel horrible. Can’t I just do this one
small thing for you,” he asked as he opened the cab door for me and made a
gesture for me to get in.
Without even thinking I climbed in the cab and got situated.
“Where ya goin’?” The cab driver asked with a deep New York accent.
“The airport,” I retorted looking at the uncoordinated man sitting next to
me.
“The airport,” he repeated.
We began our long journey to the airport without a word, but sure enough,
he began a conversation I did not want to have.
“So where are you flying to?” He asked.
“San Francisco.” I replied still staring out the window.
“Is that where you live?”
“Yes, since I was born. What about you?”
“I’m originally from Kentucky, but I now live in Orlando. What are you in
NY for, and with all that stuff?”
“I was in the Broadway production of Hello Dolly for two years. I’ve
cleaned out my apartment here and I’m heading home. You know you don’t have
to come with me all the way to the airport.”
“I want to, it’s the least I can do after getting all of your things wet.
Besides I have nothing better to do anyway, it’s my day off. So what’s your
name?”
“Erin, and yours?
“Kevin Richardson,” he released a sigh.
“Sorry, Erin Lawrence.” I giggled, which I haven’t done since the 7th
grade.
After a while of mindless banter we finally arrived at the airport. I
opened the door to get out, I looked back. My eyes reached his once again
and I had the feeling again that I knew him from somewhere. He handed me a
peace of paper with a jumble of numbers of the front.
“This is my cell phone number, just in case you need some one to talk to.
I know it’s stupid and you just met me, but just in case.” He said with
hesitation.
“Thanx.” I replied and got out of the cab.
I turned around just as the cab drove away and he disappeared.
“Geese, why do all of the cute guys have to be klutzes?” I asked myself as
I breezed into the rotating doors.
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