Romance
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) North American (General)Transcript
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Hugh smiled and rested a hand on my shoulder. Once we start working on measure, he told me, I'll introduce you to some people you might like to meet. There are directors I know actors with connections who might be very valuable to you in your quest to become the best dresser on broadway dress her? No way. I shook my head at him. I then I stopped because I realized I was getting ahead of myself that I was about to share with you a silly long term ambition that I really hadn't shared with anyone but Danny before. What Hugh pressed what's the goal then? Tell me I hesitated. Well, I admitted finally, I think I'd like to stage manage really. Or maybe I'll even direct someday. I know that I probably need to go back to school to pick up some more class work if I was interested in switching to direction. But well, I've got this great new job now so I might be able to save up Hughes eyebrows rose. I know it's kind of a big leap from makeup and costumes, I said quickly, embarrassed, but I just thought I think you'd be smashing at, he interrupted. You have an excellent eye for detail, you're sharp and you have a steady hand. Not to mention that. I think you understand the nature of the theater on a level that few people do, in my opinion. That is a brilliant foundation for a career in stage management or perhaps even direction. I beamed at him. You really think so? I don't know. I've always kind of felt like I'd be shooting for the stars. I side Hughes voice dropped a bit until he was speaking in a gentle, low tone that I hadn't heard from him before. You have such a splendid, thrilled look in those clever eyes of yours, he murmured. It's rather dazzling, quite frankly Rachel. If I thought it might get you to look at me like that again, I'd bring you the moon. I sucked in a sharp breath. Okay. I definitely wasn't overreacting or imagining things that had very clearly been a come on Hugh was heading on me. My heart thumped hard in my chest. I blinked and then Hugh and I shared a slightly mortified look. Hi, I'm terribly sorry, he mumbled, shaking his head. I certainly didn't mean, no, I should never have presumed forgive me. It's just you look so lovely when you light up like that. I forgot myself. I am. You don't have to apologize. I told him it's ok and it was really okay. I wasn't upset. I wasn't angry actually. I was sort of excited. I couldn't remember the last time a man had flirted with me, not cat called me or harassed me, but really flirted with me. Maybe I needed that too. Just a little bit just for right now. It felt nice, warm and welcome to be wanted