One-Woman Show- Part 2
LIN X READER, Warnings: None
A/N: Alright, here it is guys. This idea is a personal favorite of mine right now and I’d like to keep running with it. That said, the romance is slow to build because I have a long goal in mind. Let me know what you think and as always, THANK YOU!
The next few months were relatively uneventful. You had stayed true to your plan of gym and diet and were finally noticing some changes. However, the audition crowd was not so generous. Sure, you had a couple of jobs, but they were always the comedic relief. You were still holding on to the idea of being a leading lady, one day. Still, you kept your nose to the grindstone and mercilessly pushed yourself.
Surprisingly, Lin had stayed in touch. Not daily, or even weekly, now that he was in London filming Mary Poppins Returns, but you would still get a text or call every few weeks, checking in. In addition to time with the man himself, he would always throw auditions or connections your way.
The idea of a romantic possibility was slowly dying in your mind, with him an ocean away for a year and rumors that he had met someone on set floating through the social media stratosphere. You tried to reason with yourself that you had only met him once in person, and for less than five minutes. He was just helping you out, career wise. You knew better than to get attached but your heart wasn’t listening. At the very least, you were certain he considered you a friend.
One Sunday morning, you were slowly pulled out of sleep as your phone rang maddeningly.
“Hey, I know you’re in London and you’re acclamating or whatever, but its-” You peered, blurried eyed at your alarm clock, “6:30 in the morning here!” You weren’t the kindest in the mornings.
“Rise and shine, buttercup!” His chipper voice brought a smile to your face anyway.
“Long time, no hear, as it were,” You grumble, tugging on your robe. “And to what do I owe this honor?”
“What? I couldn’t just miss you?” He quipped and then your sleepy brain heard voices in the background. You heard music.
“What’s up, Lin? Are you at work?”
“Um, yeah, actually. Listen, can we facetime?”
You were clueless. Lin wanted to facetime you? At work? You looked down and realized you were in pajamas. Oh no.
“…[Y/N]? Did I lose you?” You could hear him moving around, trying to check his reception.
“I’m here. Lin, I just woke up. I haven’t even had coffee yet. Who is with you?”
“Its a surprise. Go make your coffee. I’ll call you back in 5 minutes,” You could hear the smile in his voice then the line went dead.
One heartbeat. Two. You were off the bed in a frenzied whirlwind.
Five minutes later, you sat at your small kitchen table, the coffee brewing in the background. You had managed to change clothes, from the waist up anyways. You had forgone makeup and splashed water on your face, hoping you didn’t look too much like a zombie.
When the phone didn’t ring exactly five minutes later, you threw it on the table and went for your coffee.
Another five minutes and you found yourself pacing around the apartment, coffee and phone clutched in your hands like lifelines. You were alone in your apartment, luckily, because everyone else left before dawn to catch the train downtown for work. Unluckily, because no one was here to talk you down.
Your phone buzzed, making you jump. The Facetime call was finally coming in.
“Hello?” You questioned, sitting down at the table and holding the phone up to make sure you were in view.
“Hey! I like the hair; suits you,” Lin’s face appeared, way too close. You smiled and then remembered you had forgotten about your hair. Shit.
“Oh yeah,” You rolled your eyes, self-consciously tugging at the wayward strands.
“No, really! Anyways, I need a favor,” His face was still too close to the screen. All you could make out was that he was in a room with a white ceiling.
“Anything for you,” You nodded, eyebrow cocked.
“Well, as you know, I’m in London working on Mary Poppins. And, in particular, right now, we’re working on the soundtrack,” He smiled, confusing you further.
“Oh, yeah,” You breathed, almost afraid to move. What is he getting at? Did he need you to water his plants?
“Things are rough. Its just missing something. Then it hit me! This soundtrack needs you to breathe life back into it. Whaddya say?”
Frozen. Couldn’t think. You just stared at him. The moment ticked on.
“[Y/N]? Shit, did it freeze?” You saw the camera swing around wildly.
“Lin-” Your voice wasn’t working.
“Lin-” Louder this time, come on.
“Lin- What are you saying?” You finally manage. His face comes back, that twinkle in his eye.
“Come to London, Ms. [L/N]. We need you. I need you.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“When? Now? I can’t afford rent, how can I pay for a plane ticket?” You wondered out loud, mostly talking to yourself. The moment just seemed so surreal.
“How does Friday sound? Get you here and up to speed over the weekend. Start work on Monday. Oh, and all the financials will be taken care of per your contract. Alls ya gotta go is say yes,” Lin smiled softly, recognizing how big this moment was for you.
Inhale. Exhale. You can do this. Your dreams were right in front of your face. All you had to do was remember how to say-
Lin cheered and immediately pulled the phone back, showing a recording studio full of about two dozen people.
“She said yes, guys!” The room cheered and then Lin walked out into a hallway.
“Get your ass to London, Gorgeous!” Lin teased, in a sing-song voice.
You were crying, the moment catching up to you. “Lin- Thank you. How-How can I-” You couldn’t finish the thought.
“You were the right person for this. You deserve this, ok? I’m just the lucky guy who got to tell you.” His voice was more gentle than you had ever heard it.
You stared hard into his eyes on the screen. “You are my favorite person on the planet. Forever. What can I do-” You started again.
And that was how you ended up standing in the terminal in Heathrow four days later.