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I walked around, trying to find her. Brittany was busy moving some props around for the final Act.
“Have you seen Betty?”
“No, sorry, Bennett.”
By the time I found her, we had one minute left of intermission and Brittany was ushering us back into places.
“Betty,” I whispered, standing right beside her. “Let’s talk after, okay?”
“Fine,” she said, having wiped her tears off, ready for the final Act. Now it was her refusing to look at me.
“Shit.”
Then the curtains opened and we were on.
The scene was going fine. This was my big finale scene where I got drunk and climbed outside the apartment skylight in an effort to prove to Corie that I was the spontaneous, fun-loving husband she wanted.
Hale had done a great job creating a plexiglass window that leaned at an angle above the apartment so that the audience could see us clearly for the final make-up on the rooftop.
I was singing the “Shama, Shama” song drunkenly as Betty shimmied onto the makeshift rooftop until she grabbed hold of me. We were both standing on the precarious rooftop together, Betty staring into my eyes, not Corie.
“I’m sorry,” she clutched my shoulders, facing me, “It wasn’t your fault.”
She was off-script, and my heart took a nosedive right out of my chest.
“I was wrong.” She shook her head, blinking away a tear. This was Betty, not Corie, speaking to me. “So wrong. You were right…about everything.” Her hands slid up my shoulders to my neck. “I love you.”
I couldn’t breathe, my hands holding her about the waist. “What do you mean?”
Now I was off-script! But this was Betty talking, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to find out if what I hoped was happening was actually happening.
“Say it again,” I said.
“I love you! And I don’t care about anything else. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She swallowed hard. “If you can possibly forgive me.”
I gave her the only answer I could. I swept her up into my arms, her feet off the ground, and melded my mouth to hers.
The audience roared in applause as I kissed her for far too long. So long that Mike started the closing music to end the show. We were obviously off script and weren’t veering back. I couldn’t think beyond the sheer bliss lighting me up inside.
Whistles and hollers continued while I bit her lips and kissed her again like a ravenous animal. She made a sound then started to laugh as the curtains closed then pulled away.
“That wasn’t a stage kiss,” she said, grinning like mad.
“You’re fucking right it wasn’t.”
I still held her against my body off the ground, and she was beaming, her eyes midnight stars. “You really forgive me?”
“Don’t ever push me away like that again,” I growled.
“I won’t.” She shook her head vigorously.
“Don’t ignore me for days.”
“I won’t,” she repeated breathlessly. “I’m sorry.”
“If we get into an argument, then we fight it out. We don’t walk away, you understand?”
“I know. You’re right.”
