Star of the Show- Andre Burakovsky
You smiled and took the nights’ final bow with the rest of the cast as the audience cheered before waving goodbye as the curtains closed.
“Great show everyone!” you heard the director call. “Time to head home! Everyone have a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow!”
You grinned and hurried offstage, taking the red scrunchie out of your wig and going to the dressing rooms. Your musical debut was done and Veronica Sawyer had saved the school from her boyfriend once more. “Great job out there guys!”
“You too, (Y/N)!” Megan, the girl who played Heather Chandler, noted.”I’m seriously impressed. You were a natural out there. I guess all the rehearsals and tech week paid off for all of us.”
“I guess so.”
“And you seriously played the drama well,” Katie- the company’s Heather McNamara- said, “and- not going to lie- Dead Girl Walking got me turned on a little bit.”
Piper, who played Martha, snickered and chimed in. “You and everyone else. Let’s be realists here.”
“Well, it is a song about sex.”
Sam- who played Heather Duke- spoke up. “I still think it was enough to get Eric turned on, though. And he’s not into girls.”
You shrugged. “Well, maybe he was picturing it as Jonathan Groff or Aaron Tveit or someone instead of me.”
“How’d you guess?” you heard on the other side of the door, causing the room to erupt in laughter. He must’ve been walking by at the perfect timing.
You continued to dress down into your jeans, blouse, and jacket, and swapping your heels for sneakers and putting your costume back on the hanger to put away. You just finished combing your hair back out after taking the bald cap and wig off to put away when you heard a knock and a voice on the other side you recognized to be Alan, the guy who played Ram.
“Hey, (Y/N), there’s a couple of guys here who wants to meet the cast. Some celebrities it seems. Can’t do that without you.” he said. “One of them’s a looker, too. Your type. Just saying.”
You blushed. “What?”
Katie smiled. “Everyone good? No one’s naked. Good. Let’s go.”
“Wait, is this normal?”
“Oh don’t worry.” Piper said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to be fine. It’s not common, but it’s not uncommon either. Whenever celebs come to see the show, sometimes they want to go back and congratulate us in person. That’s how I met the Obamas that one time.”
You went out with the other girls to see the other cast members and your male co-stars talking with three big guys. One who was blonde and the other two were brunet. The blonde and the taller of the brunets has long-ish straight hair and the other had curls. Speaking of the other one, he must have been the one Adam talked about.
He was tall, but not lanky and he had a nice jawline and great cheekbones, too. His eyes were bright as he spoke with Eric and Jane, who played Ms. Fleming, probably congratulating them on how well they did when Eric turned his head.
“Ah and here’s our little starlets.” he smiled. “Gents, these are the Heathers, Martha, and our Veronica, fresh from her debut. Or, as we like to call them, Katie, Sam, Megan, Piper, and (Y/N). Girls, these are Nicklas, Tom, and Andre. They play here for the Capitals. It’s ice hockey.”
Megan joked. “Of course you know, Eric. You’re from Toronto.”
He scoffed and put a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Hey! Hockey loving is a Canadian stereotype that I am proud to uphold.”
The three Heathers and Piper went over to talk to them with the rest of the cast as you stayed behind. Surprisingly, for an actress with the lead role, you were ridiculously shy. Anyone other than someone you’re really familiar with and you’re as shut in as a clam. You opened up to Twitter and scrolled through social media absentmindedly.
You yelped and nearly dropped your phone in fright due to the sudden voice. You turned your head to find you face to face with a pair of warm brown eyes.
“You’re a sneaky one, aren’t you? I barely noticed you over here.” he smiled, backing away so you could see him better. It was the one Adam was talking about. The curly-haired man from before.
You blushed “Uh h-hi.”
“Hi. Sorry for being rude. Just… couldn’t help but notice you alone here. I’m Andre.”
You took the hand he held out and shook it. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you Andre.”
“(Y/N)? That’s really pretty… Wait. You’re Veronica!”
You blushed and nodded. “Uh yeah. That’s me.”
“Wow! You were great! Really, I mean that.” he gushed. “You were… God it was so awesome! Congrats on the great show. It’s unlike any other show I’ve seen. It’s so… funny. Like an SNL skit but 20 times longer and darker. But the music was great and the jokes were funny.”
You were red at this point and couldn’t help but smile at him. He was just too damn cute. Like the human embodiment of 20 puppies stacked up in a trench coat. “Oh thank you! That actually really means a lot. It was my debut tonight, after all. That really means a lot to me. Thank you for coming.”
“Whoa, that was your debut? Like your first time?”
You nodded. “Professionally, yeah.”
“Wow.” he marveled. “That’s something else. Really.”
“Thanks.” you said. “Sorry if I’m awkward. I’m kinda shy.”
“It’s okay. Promise.”
“Yeah?” you smiled. “You wanna get a picture?”
He grinned. “That’d be awesome, actually. Thank you.”
You tapped Megan on the shoulder and asked her to take the pic. She took Andre’s phone and had you two stand close together and grin.
“Alright! Say Heathers!”
You stood still until she put the phone down and gave a thumbs up. “You’re good.”
“Thank you.” you said in unison with him before peering over at the phone to see them. “Awww they’re so nice!”
He smiled. “Yeah… Do you want me to send them to you?”
You blushed. “Are you asking me for my number?”
“And if I am?”
You smirked. “If so, just don’t be a stranger and maybe use it for something besides sending the pictures.”
He grinned. “I see you’ve found some confidence.”
“A bit. You’re just really easy to talk to.” you said, taking his phone and putting yourself into a new contact slot and entering your number, using one of the pictures as the saver. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” He replied, taking it back and hearing his friend call him. “I should go. Thank you.”
“No problem. Thank you so much for coming.”
‘It was my pleasure.” he grinned. “I’ll text you. Goodnight, (Y/N).”