The Play -Complete

I set my alarm for 7. I had spent two hours going over my lines last night but there was no way I could risk being late for my run through with Alan and I needed a shower. I made sure to shave my pits, even though I didn't think I would be flashing myself at him today, it was better safe than sorry. I wanted him to take me seriously after his huffy fit yesterday so I dressed carefully, my best underwear (just in case he decided we had to rehearse properly), my smart black jeans and my bright pink shirt. I loved it, because it revealed just enough cleavage and the colour highlighted my chestnut hair perfectly. I applied make up. It was a mask to hide behind but I took great care, not too much but enough to accentuate my best features.



At 8.25 a.m. I was ringing Alan's doorbell. I didn't know if he was attached now or not, it wasn't my business but I was curious to see who would open the door. It was him.



'Hello...' He drawled slowly and opened the door for me to step through.



I smiled at him. 'Hiya...' I spoke lightly as I walked through the open door. It belied the butterflies in my stomach. He had seemed nice yesterday but he was obviously moody and I didn't want to be on the receiving end of the mean Alan Rickman. He walked on through the flat and I followed him into the kitchen.



'I was just grabbing some tea and toast, want some?' He asked, smiling at me.



'Sure, why not...' I nodded. I glanced around at his flat. It was very nicely decorated but comfortable. 'Nice place...been here long?'



'Thanks. I have lived here for, god, 15 years. Not always alone but you are aware, I'm sure, that I am currently single.' He stared at me with his serious eyes.



I stared back. What did he expect me to say; that I knew his long-term partner had buggered off last year with a younger bloke and married him a month ago?



'I make it a rule never to indulge in theatre gossip, Alan. Your private life is none of my business and it doesn't interest me, if I'm honest.' I smiled at him and sat down, uninvited, on a tall stool next to the workbench where he was making tea.



'Well... not honest, but straight. Thanks for that!' He grinned at me again. I started to thaw a little. He looked very good today, he was wearing a white shirt and black jeans and I couldn't deny that I could see why Tina fancied him so much.



'My flat mate has a crush on you, if you're feeling lonely!' I grinned at him.



He laughed. 'I don't do groupies...' he handed me a mug of tea and a plate with toast. 'Butter and jam on the table, not sure what you want... you look lovely today Carrie, by the way. That shirt is great on you.' He smiled and I snapped my eyes up to his. It was a genuine compliment and I smiled back at him as I went to get some butter for my toast.



'Thanks. I like it too.'



'How long have you been acting, Carrie?' He sat down on the stool I had left and I moved to the one next to his.



'I left Rada at 21, been jobbing ever since. You know how that goes...' I bit into my toast.



'I do. Rada. Never saw you there. You know I'm Vice-Chairman now?' He asked.



'Of course. I kept myself low-key. I was never really sure if I wanted to act or get into production so I never pushed myself forward much.'



We chatted a little while longer until Alan suggested we went into his living room to read through our scene.



I took out my script, not that I needed it, and walked through into the living room. It was a large bright room with two large sash windows looking out onto the street, with two cream sofa's either side of a large fireplace.



'Wow, this is lovely!' I smiled at him. It was just perfect and so much nicer than the dump Tina and I shared.



'Thanks...' he smiled and gestured to me to sit on one of the sofa's as he sat opposite.



'Alan, before we start... I need to talk to you... about yesterday...' I had to resolve it; otherwise it would hang over me.



'What about it?' He sat forward on the edge of his sofa and looked at me, his hands clasped.



'I made a joke and I don't think you appreciated it. I wasn't trying to be flippant and I just wanted to apologise....' I looked at him.



'Don't be silly!' He smiled at me. 'It was a silly situation; of course you had to make light of it. I just didn't want Gavin thinking we weren't taking him seriously, it wasn't you!' He laughed, a deep throaty chuckle.



'Plus, to be honest...' he paused and looked at me sheepishly ' It's been quite some time since I have seen a pair of naked breasts as magnificent as yours....' He smiled.



I leaned forward and looked him in the eye. 'So you did get a good view, then?'



Alan burst out laughing and nodded, wiping a tear from his eye. 'Anyway, we have work to do, if we can move on?'



I smiled smugly and nodded. Oh my god. Alan Rickman loves my breasts and he's single and...



What am I thinking? I don't fancy him, Tina does. Concentrate on the job, Carrie. Oh fuck...I will be on the job, wont I? In front of a lot of people. My breasts dangling in Alan's face. Oh holy shit. I think I fancy him....



‘Carrie?’ Alan broke into my stream of thought and I jumped a little. ‘It’s your line first, I think…’



‘Yes, sure…’ I noticed he had no script and I knew his reputation for being adept at remembering his lines. I placed my script next to me and closed my eyes, remembering my first line.



‘Open your eyes Edward. I like to see your face when I am fucking you.’ I spoke clearly, forming my words slowly with an affected cultured accent, which wasn’t at all like my North of Watford flat vowels.



‘Oh Jesus Christ….’ Alan replied, his voice breathy, as Edward’s would be.



‘You love it, Edward, don’t you? You…’ pause ‘just’…pause. ’Love It!’ I spoke the last two words louder to highlight the point where Edward orgasms, as it said in the play.



‘Oh God, I love it…’ Alan gasped and I looked at him, his eyes were closed as he spoke, his lips slightly open. He opened his eyes and looked directly at me.



‘That was good, Carrie. Well done!’ He grinned at me.



I grinned back and tried to ignore the flush that was creeping up my throat as I looked in his eyes.



‘Do we really need to do it again, do you think? ‘ I was keen to leave; I needed to get away from him and shake myself.



‘I’m happy if you are… we are rehearsing it properly tomorrow and I think the lines will be the least of our worries, don’t you?’ He smiled at me and I could feel myself blushing under his gaze. I was determined not to let him faze me.



‘Well at least you don’t have to get your breasts out in front of people you don’t know!’ I laughed at him.



He stood and smiled at me. ‘That’s true. However, I do have to fondle yours and look up at them while you pretend to fuck me… it’s not always easy to think of England in a situation like that!’ He laughed, a deep booming sound and I grinned at him, even though my stomach had suddenly gone into a tight knot.



‘You will just have to try, Alan…’ I laughed as I walked to the door.



Oh holy shit. I forgot he had to touch me….