( @toomxnymuses)
Harry smiled at Barney, the security guard at the back entrance of the theater, one he had come to know fairly well since Ave started on this show. It had been her dream to not just get on Broadway, but to eventually work her way up to starring in her favorite show, Wicked. It didn’t take her long to accomplish her dream, the timing had been impeccable. The role became available as soon as she began picking up traction in the industry, and her passion for the part had made her a shoe in to having the best audition possible. Harry was proud of her, of course he was, but it was no secret that this was a hard lifestyle to juggle with his own. Harry was just a music teacher at a small, low budget middle school in the rougher part of town. It was a bit of a commute, and a bit shady, but he loved those kids so much, and tried his best to bring his passion through to them - to give the ones who shared his love of music, something to be happy about. Harry spent a lot of nights watching Wicked over, and over again, just for the chance to see his wife, even if she was on stage. Ave never was able to come see his choir concerts, but he tried his best not to hold that against her. It was what it was, and really, what was a middle school choir concert compared to a Broadway show? He looked around for Ave while clutching a bouquet of flowers. He hadn’t expected to be able to come tonight, and he hadn’t told Ave either. He was trying to be spontaneous in hopes that maybe it might actually make her smile. His brows furrowed when he saw her sitting on some bloke’s lap, someone he’d never seen before, giggling, and smiling at him like she used to do with Harry. It stung, and felt like a punch to the gut. He cleared his throat, and gripped the flowers to the point of his knuckles turning white.