Just For This Moment: An Aaron Tveit Fan Fiction Chapter 38
Just For This Moment: An Aaron Tveit Fan Fiction Chapter 38
Author's Note: (Please Read) Hey guys. This last week was crazy and a half. My birthday went well, thanks for all the messages! I did well on my finals too. I'm home for break now. The thing is though that I don't have internet at our apartment, so I have to drive to a Starbucks that has wifi, and I'm also sharing a car with them.
Deborah. One week later. Her hotel room. 7:03 AM
“Deborah, time to get up,” I could hear Aaron say, despite the cloud of sleep I was under. We’d spent the night together as usual, making love and then falling asleep in each other’s arms. I tried to ignore his words, rolling over to lay on my other side.
“Babe, we have to get ready,” he insisted, gently shaking me, but I continued to ignore him, perfectly content to lay there all day with his arms wrapped around my otherwise naked body. Suddenly, I felt the bed move, as Aaron changed his position. Much to my surprise, I felt a deep, warm kiss right on the cheek that was facing up. I fluttered my eyes open and rolled to face him, stunned to see Aaron towering over me, supported by his arms, and giving me a spectacular view of his bare body, making me grin despite my delirium.
“Well, that certainly got your attention,” he laughed. “Come on, we have to be at the studio at eight fifteen.”
“What?” I asked, confused. “What studio?”
“The recording studio, sleepy head,” he chuckled. That brought me more to my senses. Today was the day the cast of Wicked was scheduled to go into London Bridge Recording Studios to put together the film’s soundtrack. Serena planned on using a technique similar to what director Susan Stroman had done for the movie musical The Producers, where the cast would record a soundtrack as well as sing live, and Serena and her team would decide in the editing room which one to use for each scene.
“Oh….” I murmured, before insisting “Five more minutes.” I tried to roll back over, but Aaron wasn’t having it.
“Oh no you don’t,” he grinned, wickedly, before bringing his fingers to my ribs and tickling me.
“Aaron, no!” I howled, squirming to the touch. He’d done this before, but without any clothing between our skin I felt it that much more. “I’m getting up!”
This made him laugh. “Thought so. I wanted to give you time to tidy up a bit, there’s gunna be cameras there.” He was right, Serena was going to have people from our crew making archival, behind the scenes footage for down the road. Not only that, but after the recent events, Aaron and I were still popular faces to the press.
In the week following the Twitter fiasco, most of the negative buzz around us had slowly but surely began to calm down, but we weren’t immune to the flashing bulbs and nosy press either. Elin released our statement, and it was published, clarifying what had really been going on. The night after Aaron found me with the scratch on my wrist, we’d taken turns calling people we knew to let them in on what really happened, including Serena, Norbert, Krissy, my parents….and Aarons. Aaron had put them on speaker phone to introduce us as best he could. His mom scolded him a little for not doing that sooner. Aaron had sheepishly admitted that he had planned on waiting to do that after we had returned to the stares and we could do it in person. But I was glad to have at least spoken to them once, and I was most certainly glad they didn’t think Aaron had knocked me up.
We did also manage to get ahold of Heather, and I apologized to her that I’d had to tell Aaron, and in advance if her name did get leaked to the public, but that we would do everything in our power to make sure that wouldn’t happen. Heather too told us she was sorry, blaming herself that the whole thing happened because I was trying to help her out. I tried to tell her it wasn’t her fault at all, even tried to make a Wicked-related joke, saying “Well, I guess that’s what Elphaba meant when she said ‘No Good Deed goes unpunished’”, which made her laugh a bit at least. She also said she was sorry she hadn’t picked up her phone sooner, she’d spent the better part of the afternoon talking to Serena about her current condition. The doctor had advised her against any strenuous dancing, but since Heather was still early along, she could be in the other scenes and do some movement, and she would for sure be at the recording session today. Mainly, her condition just prohibited her from being in “Dancing Through Life”. Earlier in rehearsal that week, we made quick tweaks to hide Heather’s absence from that song.
In addition to the statement we had released, Samantha Harrington, the woman who had met me and posted the picture in the first place, had come forward to apologize. She expressed how extremely sorry and embarrassed she was for having caused us so much trouble, saying that had never been her intention, she had just been excited and wanted to tell her friends that followed her on Twitter, especially her sister who was a huge fan of Aarons. The two of us had accepted her apology with open arms, and had even paid a visit Samantha and her husband, as well as her sister, Judy, who had been completely star struck at meeting Aaron, and surprisingly me as well. She was five months along with her baby, and expecting a little boy they she was still deciding on a name for. Aaron and I had wished all of them well, giving them Elin’s number and insisting on contacting us if they ever needed anything.
But even with the bad publicity more or less gone, the press was still definitely interested in us, and we’d run into them more than once. Sometimes I ignored them the way Aaron did, sometimes I waved and smiled at them like I had on my first date with Aaron, and one day I had been feeling especially ornery and I had flipped them off on both hands so they couldn’t use the pictures due to obscenity laws, which Aaron and I had laughed about for hours.
So it went without saying that the soundtrack recording would be documented, and after amorous activities with Aaron, there was no doubt that I looked absolutely hideous and debauched. I reluctantly pulled myself the rest of the way out of bed and into the bathroom, where the sight of the mirror confirmed my suspicion. I definitely had sex hair, and I was still sweaty. I reached for my hairbrush where I proceeded to try and untangle it. In the mirror, I also noticed Aaron behind me begin to pull himself together. As I continued to brush my hair, I began singing a song from Frozen, the newest Disney film Aaron had taken me to on a date last month.
“For the first time in forever, there’ll be music, there’ll be fun. For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone, and I know that it’s totally crazy to think I’d find romance, but for the first time in forever, at least I’ve got a chance,” I sang, grinning even more when Aaron appeared directly behind me in the mirror.
“Nothing like a little Disney in the morning. You trying to summon the bluebirds to come get you ready, princess?”
I cracked up, of course. “Nah, just singing.”
“Anyway, what do you need the dang birds for, you got me,” he said. “Let me do that.” I handed him the brush, and he began to work at the tangles, gently making it look presentable. He was soon humming the song I had just been singing.
“You really are a Disney prince,” I sighed, reaching my hand behind my back to grab his free hand, which he took. “The next time they do a film that has a prince, I vote that you do his voice.”
He blushed at my suggestion. “I did audition for Prince Eric in the Broadway production of The Little Mermaid. I know that one’s your favorite. But I’m glad I didn’t do it, I was really trying to break my typecasting mold at the time. I think I’m finally starting to do that.”
“And I’m so proud of you for that,” I congratulated him. We finished getting ready and dressed, and were about to go downstairs for breakfast, when I remembered a little object in my purse that I was going to show to Aaron last night before I had gotten distracted…..and by distracted, I meant that Aaron had started kissing me and we had ended up in bed.
“Hold on, I want to show you something,” I said to Aaron just as he was about to open the door to me. He stopped, turning to face me as I reached for a small bottle out my purse. It had come in the mail last night. The ensemble had been released from rehearsal last night before the leads, and so I’d had time to pick it up before Aaron had joined me in my room. My fingers emerged from the bag seconds later, holding in them a brand new bottle of my anti-depressants.
“Deborah,” he breathed, “Are those your….?”
“Yes,” I grinned. “They’re my pills. They came in yesterday.”
His face broke out into a huge smile. “Deborah, that’s fantastic, why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrugged, smiling coyly. “I was going to….but you put your hands on me and my attention went elsewhere.”
He pulled me in for a hug before picking me up and swinging me around, making me breathless. “That’s fantastic. I’m so proud of you.”
He set me down and placed his hands on my face. “For sticking it out despite me being a little shit and dropping your stash in the toilet. For only having a minor relapse and stopping yourself. For being so damn strong.” We kissed and I thanked him, incredibly grateful for someone like Aaron in my life.
I followed him out the door down to breakfast, which I finished up with taking my pill. From there we bundled up against the cold wind outside and hailed a cab to London Bridge Recording Studios. Aaron was holding the cab door open for me when suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder, forcing me into the cab with a sudden shove.
“Aaron, what the hell?” I started to protest, but then I saw the reason behind his urgency. As he quickly slid in beside me, I saw the camera-yielding paparazzi running down the sidewalk, trying desperately to capture us before the cab sped away.
“Where to?” the driver asked, trying to hide his alarm at the entourage trying to follow us.
“London Bridge Recording Studios,” Aaron replied, not looking at him. “Hurry, please. Sorry about this.” I wasn’t sure whether his words were directed at the cabbie or at me.
“Aaron, really, I don’t mind,” I tried to reassure him, but he was clearly agitated. The driver pulled away from the sidewalk and drove away. I watched out the window as several of the photographers continued to run down the street, desperately trying to sneak in a shot or two.
“You may not, but I do,” he sighed, looking straight ahead, with a completely dejected look in his eyes.
I reached my gloved hand to his knee, patting it. “It’s going to be okay, let’s just get through the recording, okay? They just want our pictures, nothing more. We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I know, I know,” he muttered. “But you weren’t doing anything wrong that day with Heather either. It just makes me so angry, thinking about all those terrible things people said, what it almost did to you…”
“But that’s over now,” I tried to soothe him.
“No, Deborah, it’s not. The public’s trying to make you their property. This isn’t over just because Elin released that statement. I don’t mind being in the news so much, it’s good that people care about the work we’re doing, but I just worry about your safety.” He sucked a breath in before continuing. “I wasn’t going to discuss this with you until after the session today, but now that the subject’s presented itself…how would you feel about me hiring a body guard for us?”
My jaw dropped open at his suggestion. Images of burly men dressed in black, wielding guns entered my head, giving me an uneasy feeling in my stomach. “I don’t know…it sounds so intimidating….how would you even go about acquiring one?”
“Elin has connections, she can hook us up,” he answered. “I know, I don’t much like the idea either. And they ain’t cheap. But I just want you to be safe. I haven’t made up my mind yet either, it’s just something I’ve been thinking about. But I wanted your opinion on it”
Well, it certainly made me feel special to know that Aaron was so concerned about my well-being that he would consider shelling out precious amounts of money to make sure I wouldn’t be harmed. But I still had reservations. “I don’t know Aaron….I mean, I know there are a lot of crazy people out there…..but then there are the sweet people like Samantha and her family, or people like me before I met you….good, genuine people who just want to give us hugs and support. I know we have to be careful about that now, but would getting a body guard make us unaccusable?”
“I don’t think so,” he assured me. “I know, I love my fans too. I mean, had I not reached out to a fan, we wouldn’t be here now, and I wouldn’t have you in my life, and that would be a tragedy.” He planted a kiss on my hair, sending shivers all the way to the bottoms of my boots. “We could still stop to talk to fans as much as is safe. The body guard would just be there to ward of mobs of people, and to intervene if someone got crazy. But like I said, we don’t have to decide right this second.”
Clearly, this was important to Aaron, so I wanted to say yes, but I still wasn’t sure. “I just don’t know…can I think about it before I give you an answer?”
“Absolutely,” he ensured me. “Take all the time you need.”
The driver pulled up in front of London Bridge Recording Studios, where I saw several of the ensemble members making their way in, running out of the cold. Aaron paid our driver and handed him a generous tip, apologizing once again for the press that tried to follow us. Before I even had my seatbelt unbuckled, he was outside and on my side, opening the door for me. He even held out his hand to steady me as I stepped out onto the slippery sidewalks that hadn’t been iced yet. We held onto each other, and managed to make it inside the studio without either of us taking a tumble to the ground.
