Well, good luck with that.
Thank you, and good luck to you, too. I’ll be sure to see you soon…maybe even sharing a stage one day.
I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t exactly have a death wish. [Chris leans back against his sofa] I need a drink…preferably something strong.
I got a couple of beers in the fridge and some Glenmorangie scotch if you want some.
I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m pretty sure the next time she sees me she might throttle me herself. I don’t blame her. I would too if I was in her shoes.
Why the fuck do you think I said wait, Chris? Don’t just go over there and ask right now. Give it some time…let her cool off and let yourself cool off. Remember, I’m a perfectionist. I’m a perfectionist at everything…even forgiveness.
It doesn’t matter, I have no equal here. And everyone will see that soon enough.
Well, someone’s ambitious! ((He said with a chuckle.)) I know I don’t plan to be on stage for too much longer. I’ve been on this stage since I was teenager and I think it’s about time I found a ride to get me far and beyond. It’s just…I have to be patient and wait.
She told me it wasn’t working and that she loved me but she wasn’t happy all the time and I got angry and I said…I said…[Chris chokes on the words as if they were poison] I said that I’m glad she finally found an excuse to run back to her old life of stringing men along and that I didn’t need her. I regretted it the moment I said it, but by that time, it was too late.
((Ivan listened, nipping his bottom lip and moving to sit next to his friend.)) Man, that’s…wow, I’m sorry. Well…we can think of something…anything to make it up to her. She’s obviously not a traditional woman from what I’ve seen and I think if you put yourself out there enough, she’d see that you really want to make it up to her.
You shouldn’t be. They aren’t very observant and very easily to manipulated.
I’m going to be its next star.
Really. Well, I hope you meet your goal, Mina. I’ll be there in the audience for every ballet to support you. I have yet to see a male replace me, though. I’ve been the main male lead for years in musicals and I’ve recently come back so I don’t think that’ll be happening soon. Though, if any woman is on stage, I see her as an equal and not a competition. Jessie, though…she’ll be furious.
Time, yeah. God knows I have plenty of that. [Chris sits back on his couch, running his hand down his face] I want her back…I really do…but I said some things and….I don’t know. I wish I could fix this but I’m not sure I can.
Chris, you can get her back…it’s just maybe you need some help. What did you say exactly to get her this upset? What went on during this break up?
[Chris felt a little confused when Ivan gave him a hug but it faded and he realized what this meant. Ivan was a true friend, he could trust him. When they broke their hug, Chris nodded] Thanks, man. I’ve never told anyone that before, not even Melody. I wanted to keep her out of it so I kept it from her but it got harder and harder when these guys kept showing up and…I think it was one of the things that fuelled her reasoning.
No need to thank me. That’s what friends are for. That’s what brothers are for. I’m enforcing that brotherly bond because I know that’s what we are in spirit. I got your back and you’ve got mine, I’m sure. And as for the Melody thing, give it some time, man. Patience will seriously reward you, man. ((He said, ruffling Chris’ hair to show he wasn’t mad at all.)) Look, if you want her back, give her some space, and you and I can come up with something for you to make it up to her.
Nonsense, humans love impressions!
About me? I’ll be making quite a mark on the Abbey, I’m sure you’ll know all you’ll need to soon enough.
They do, actually. It’s just strange that they don’t catch on. I think it’s because I’m a paranoid person. ((He said, giving a soft shrug.)) A mark? How so? I’m not asking in a bad way…just curious.
Alright. [Chris takes a deep breath] First, you’ve got to know I’m not proud of what I’m about to tell you. Growing up, I didn’t really have money and I thought I wasn’t going to be able to afford college. So I started hanging out with these guys who promised to include me on some serious money making scheme they had. It was smuggling drugs. I never saw them, I just set up the deals. I got in too deep and I was caught but I was offered a deal; sell them out and my record would be wiped clean, so I took it. They went to prison and I continued going through college, but they kept their claws in me. I have to report to them on what’s going on in the lab or the charges magically come back. I’ve been able to avoid giving them what they want but sooner or later they’re going to catch on. And now those guys I helped put away are walking around free and they’re not exactly happy with me. That guy you saw throw me across the room….yeah, he was one of them. So…now you know. Meet the real Chris Foster; world’s number one fuck up. Feel free to run away screaming.
((Listening to his friend’s story, Ivan stood where he was and nipped his bottom lip. He wasn’t upset at his friend, no…not at all. He felt for the man since he was dealing with his own secrets. Though, unlike Chris’s, Ivan’s would cost him his own life by the hands of the Originals. Rubbing at his scruff a bit, he stepped closer and pulled his friend into a tight hug. He didn’t say much right now. He just wanted to comfort him in a way that he knew would help him a bit. Gripping to Chris’ shirt, he held him close while sighing heavily into his shoulder before pulling back and grasping the other man’s upper arms while looking into his eyes.)) I’m glad you opened up, man. I promise I won’t tell anyone nor hold this against you. We’ve all got our dark secrets, man. All of us. Even me. I won’t spill this, man. It’ll all stay in my head and I’ll be sure to help you at all if you need me to. You’re my best friend…a brother. You’ve got my promise, man.