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Finley looked out into the audience as she took her final bow. The lights were glittering, and she couldn't make out anyone's face, but she loved that. The feeling of being able to entertain an anonymous crowd. The crowd loved it too, and she knew by the cheers she heard. It almost was overwhelming, but that had been the past few weeks. She felt so honored to be up on that stage, sharing her bows with such a phenomenal cast... Almost nothing could make her feel more proud. Once the bows were over, she hugged her cast mates, and headed back to her dressing room. She quickly changed out of her last costume, but kept some of the makeup on. Not enough to look ridiculous, but some, to highlight her features. She changed into a tighter black dress, but threw a sweater over it. She was going to make a stop at the stage door, to greet her fans, but she knew that the sweater would be coming off, soon enough. The stage door was lovely, as usual. So many wonderful people waited, wanting autographs or selfies. It really made Finley feel like she was having the celebrity treatment. It was odd, for the Southern Belle, to think that she had fans, but it made her feel absolutely grateful for the situation she was in, as if she didn't feel grateful enough, already. When she was done posing in pictures, or writing her signature, she made her way back into her dressing room. She had some plans she wanted to make. She was fairly certain that Adrian had been at the show, again, that night. He knew many people in the show, so obviously he wasn't just there for her, but it made her feel special, when he saw her on stage. The record player was turned on, and she took off her knit sweater. She texted him to come back to her room, already letting the stage hand know that he might be coming. While she waited, she applied some red lipstick, her color of choice, and lit a cigarette. She couldn't help her craving of the smokey, sweet taste. And as she puffed some smoke out, dabbing it at her father's ash tray, she sang along to the song playing, My Funny Valentine. She really hoped he would come back around. gettinglaidlikeabrick

gettinglaidlikeabrick

Suddenly the bath felt too hot. Stifling, really. She drained the tub, even though she knew she said she'd be a statue, and walked around, slipping on a silk robe. She walked outside to the foyer, and found her lighter and box of lights. Stepping out onto her balcony, she lit up a cigarette, feeling the wind whip against her skin. This calmed her nerves, just a bit. But then she heard a knock from inside. And of course she hadn't unlocked the door. With the cigarette in hand, she walked over to the door, opening it up, smiling.

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gettinglaidlikeabrick

So, without any expectations in mind and just the focus on making of it a wonderful day she showed up at his boat, finding him sitting by the port side, chilling under the sun. "I hope the inside is as impeccable as the outside." She teased, looking up at the man.