Hey, Scene Partner...
It's 1 a.m. in London and I'm wide awake, sprawled across my hotel bed with the script for Echoes still open on my lap even though we wrapped weeks ago. Can't stop replaying that last duet in my head—the one where the lights dimmed and we just... existed together for those few bars.
Thought of you.
What are you doing up at this hour? Missing the stage lights already, or just missing me teasing you about your terrible fake British accent during rehearsals? 😏
Tell me everything. I'm listening.