“And welcome back to Live with Kelly! Today we’re talking to Blaine Anderson, the new music sensation! So Blaine, you sure have gotten up there on the chart haven’t you?” Kelly said, folding her left leg over her right.
“I can’t even believe the response I’ve been getting. It’s almost as if I’m famous now, isn’t it?” Blaine laughed at his joke; everyone knew that he had been topping the billboard charts for the past month. He was at the top, no looking back.
“Now we all know the typical thanking your parents and producers, but is there anyone out there you would like to thank?” Kelly questioned, sitting on the edge of her seat.
Blaine look at her and smiled, “Why Kelly, who else is there to thank?”
“Don’t be coy with me Blaine; is there a leading actor in your life?”
Blaine just laughed and shook it off, “If you’re implying if I’ve had a boyfriend get me this far, then you would be wrong. There is no one currently in my life, perhaps someone in the audience would like to change that?”
He looked out into the audience and moved his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way, receiving several cat calls from the audience. He looked at Kelly again, “As long as I can remember, it’s always been me and my guitar.”
“I hear you’ll be in a famous Broadway musical this summer, care to share the name?”
“Well if I told you, I would have to kill you.”
“Oh you-.”
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“What a complete ass-shat!” Rachel exclaimed, throwing herself back onto her bed, “Do you believe the nerve of that guy?”
“What were you watching?” Kurt asked, walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth; not aware of what was on the television.
Rachel sat back up and watched Kurt with an amused smile; some tooth paste was on his nose, “Blaine was just on the television if that’s what you were wondering.”
“Oh,” Kurt’s smile instantly fell and he walked back into the bathroom.
She followed him inside, not caring about the fact that the bathroom was stilled all steamy from the shower her best friend had just taken. She watched him carefully, “Doesn’t it bother you that he never mentions you in interviews?”
Kurt just shrugged before spitting out the water he had been gargling, “I broke up with him Rachel, you think he would be all hunky dory after what I did to him?”
“All you did was break up with him to follow your dreams, and let him follow his. He should be worshipping the ground you walk on at the moment.” She leaned up against the damp wall and watched Kurt’s stony face, “Doesn’t it make you angry?”
He sighed, “I mean, it kind of hurt. But look how far we’ve both made it; if I hadn’t done what I did, we would both have wound up in Ohio.”
Rachel nodded and walked back into the living room of their apartment in downtown Manhattan. She picked up a picture of her and Kurt standing next to Barbara Streisand, “You know… I don’t think we would have made it this far without help from Barbara, so I don’t see why you broke up with Blaine.”
“I thought we both decided it was a good thing? The night we met her I had broken up with Blaine, it was supposed to be our anniversary that day. I would have been far too busy to meet up with you at the theatre.” Kurt explained.
“Well I suppose-.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to my favourite important theatre job.”
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Yes it was true; Kurt Hummel was working on the set of ‘Phantom of the Opera’. In fact, he was the director of one of the longest running musicals on Broadway, he was quite proud of that fact. He was currently into his seventh month of leading the musical; so far he had worked with the likes of Daniel Radcliffe, Tom Felton, Kevin Jonas, and his favourite; Channing Tatum.
His newest lead actor, playing the Phantom, would be staying on the set for 2 months. He hadn’t really paid attention to who the up and coming actor was, but from what he had heard, the guy had real potential.
As Kurt walked backstage he caught the familiar smell of fresh paint, meaning the set had just been touched up last night. He savored that smell and began to look around. Some things were moved around, and on the Phantom’s door there was a huge star on it.
“What the hell,” He growled; nobody was allowed a star on the door because nobody was better than anyone else in the cast, which included the lead actors. He walked to the door and began banging on it angrily, “Excuse me, but this is your director speaking. You need to open this door immediately!”
The door came flying open and he came face to face with a very tall blonde woman. She glared at him angrily, slamming the door closed behind her as she walked into the hallway. She looked at him with venom eyes, “And who do you think you are?”
Kurt stared at her with his mouth wide open. Someone had actually spoken back to him with such defiance since he had started directing this musical, and he wasn’t going to stop now. This would be his last run directing it, and he would make it end on his terms, “To you, Mr. Hummel. I am the director of this musical, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t speak to me in that tone of voice.”
“The director then; great, I’ve been meaning to speak to you. I am Alex Newell and I am your newest Phantom’s personal assistant. He’s given me a long list of thing to speak to you about, such as what he wants during his snack and lunch time. He does not like tap water, and will only drink the sparkling variety, any complaints any of the other actors have about him will be reported to me and I will act about them accordingly. If anything threatens his happiness, it will instantly be terminated. Do I make myself clear Mr. Hummel?” Alex asked him, her voice dripping with a bitter sweet acid.
Kurt’s face turned bright red, “Excuse me Miss Newell, but I’m pretty sure I’m the director of this musical, not you or your client. He will eat whatever is on the cast table just like everything else. If he doesn’t like tap water, he should bring his own damn water because we will not cater to his needs; there are a million actors out there that are probably far better than he is. If any actor has a problem with your client then I will deal with it, and only me.”
“But I-.”
“And this star,” Kurt began; he ripped it off the door, “I should never see it again. Each actor in my theatre is equal.” He opened up the door to the dressing room, but kept looking at Alex. “You will be on the stage in no less than 5 minutes. If I do not see if standing front and center, you will wish you had never stopped onto a Hummel production. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good.”
With those last words of venom he made his way to the stage and into his spot in the audience where he begin his address to the actors before they started rehearsals to get the new Phantom into the flow of things. He would soon learn that if Kurt Hummel didn’t get his way, no one would be happy.