Celebrity: Anne Hathaway, Tina Fey non-sexual cameo
Warning: M/F, Cons, Oral, Handjob
It usually took many months to get a new temp job; and after the time I had with Sofia Vergara, I was in need of a rest. So naturally, the agency gave me a new assignment just three months later this time.
But when they told me they were sending me back to New York, I got a bit more energy.
After my time on “30 Rock” two years ago with Tina Fey, I would now get to work for Tina’s alma mater. “Saturday Night Live” needed my services for the week as they prepped for a new live show on Nov. 20. What’s more, it was an episode in which the lovely Anne Hathaway was the special guest host.
There was no way to get around how this might be a sign. Yet Anne Hathaway was at another level than the others I had encountered. As much as I loved Jenna, Tina, Christina, Kaley, Kristen and Sofia on and off screen, they were better known for being TV stars. Anne was an A-list movie star, a former Disney icon and an Oscar nominee who was hosting “SNL” for the second time. There was something a little intimidating about that, although it was probably illogical.
Nevertheless, since she hosted before and was a bundle of energy, it didn’t seem like she needed much help from me for the week. In any case, I was already planning to see her naked when her new film “Love and Other Drugs” came out next week and unveiled her getting down with Jake Gyllenhaal. So I took the prospect of sex completely off the table; despite how that hadn’t worked in the past; and just focused on returning to 30 Rockefeller to see “SNL” at work.
That helped me on Monday when I returned to Studio 8H, got my first glimpses of Anne and learned that the “SNL” schedule is quite different from the “30 Rock” one. Since they work so much later in the night, I had to be on standby for projects a lot later too. At the least, I was able to sleep in for much of the morning before going back to work in the afternoon.
I was still a little worn out when I got in on Tuesday, which didn’t bode well for the rest of the week. So I went to get coffee in the hallway, and was relieved that there was only one person in front of me. It was a woman whose back was turned to me, yet I saw the side of some familiar glasses behind her ear.
I then stepped over to see the even more familiar owner of those glasses. Since ’30 Rock” was filming here along with “SNL” I had wondered if I’d run into her again, and now I had my answer.“Tina?”
Tina Fey herself turned and almost gasped when she saw me, but she then broke out into a smile when she recognized me. I offered my hand to shake, yet it felt a bit inadequate after what happened two years ago, so we eventually settled into a hug. “Wow, what are you doing back here? Wait, am I your boss again?” Tina asked.
“No, I’m temping for ‘SNL’ now! I’m helping with the Anne Hathaway episode this week,” I filled her in.
“Oh….oh yeah, I recognize those blood shot Tuesday morning eyes,” Tina quipped. “I probably should have put that in a ’30 Rock’ subplot to warn you.”
“It’s all right, I’ll adjust. Or sleep all through Saturday night or something,” I reassured.
“Well, hey, at least you got Anne Hathaway for your week!” Tina pointed out before getting a bit quieter. “Have you….tried to get her in other ways too?”
I gasped a bit at her implication, before remembering why she would get such an idea. “No…no, of course not!” I whispered.
“How come? If you’re still temping, I’ll bet me and Jenna aren’t your only….notches by now,” Tina reasoned.
“I, um, I plead the fifth on that. And I couldn’t tell you even if I lost Constitutional protection. I know you wouldn’t tell, but I don’t want to betray anyone else’s trust.”
“That is cool of you. Oh well, I can just call the temp agency, see what you’ve worked on the last two years and fill in the blanks myself.” I supposed that wouldn’t hurt, since even Tina might not guess every actress I was with. “I’ve already filled in you and Hathaway, so I’m off to a good start.”
“I said I’m not going to try anything with her,” I insisted. “I can’t do that all the time, and she’s got enough to do here. Besides….it’s harder to imagine someone like me with a Hollywood star like her.”
“And it wasn’t hard with….other people? Other people were a lot more stressed out and attached, and they really liked someone like you. That someone is a real catch who can’t confirm or deny that he’s become an even….bigger help to actresses in need. So he should know that anyone can need help and would be real lucky to get it. Heck, they need something to help them stay up at 3 a.m. after 20 monologue rewrites.”
“Are you actually encouraging me to…..help Anne Hathaway?” I tried to clarify.
“I’m saying you wouldn’t have the worst way to help someone survive this place. Just because she’s in movies doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like company….any kind of it. Heck, you impressed new political icons, so the writer of ‘The Princess Diaries’ shouldn’t scare you.” Despite being less subtle than usual, I got Tina’s point.
“Well….there’s no guarantee she needs that help, or that I’ll have a chance to give it. But I guess if I do have the chance, I won’t be nervous about it. I haven’t been before.”
“Yep, you’ve proven that at least twice. And that was all you needed to figure it out, right? Or wrong?” I almost got trapped into saying it was more, but I just smiled teasingly before she got me. “Nerds….can’t blame me for taking a shot, right?”
I didn’t have time to, since we both had to go back to work shortly. So we parted once more and wished other luck, leaving me to carry her advice in my head the rest of the day. When I had free time that night, I made my way to the halls of the “SNL” stage, which would be busy with rehearsals and rapidly built sets before much longer.
This gave me time to geek out over being so close to the “SNL” stage and its classic history. But my memories of the days of Phil Hartman and Will Ferrell were interrupted when I heard someone nearby. By the time I turned, Anne Hathaway was already close by, although she stopped when she saw me.
“Oh, am I bothering you?” Anne asked, which was ironic since I usually wound up bothering the actresses at first.
“No, no, it’s all right. I was just taking a breather…steeling up for a long night and all,” I stated while remembering not to feel intimidated.
“I hear that. You must be used to it all the time around here,” Anne theorized.
“Not exactly. I’m just a temp for the week…but I do know my way around here. I temped for ’30 Rock’ in here two years ago, and I just ran into Tina Fey again today,” I confessed while leaving out…other parts of it.
“Wow, not bad!” Anne congratulated. “So this is your second time here, just like me.”
“Well, it’s my first time for SNL. You have two, so you win,” I conceded, before I slipped back into reminiscing and “SNL” envy. “But being in a place like this, I suppose it’s easy to win.”
“Yeah, it is a bit overwhelming here. I’ve already hosted before, but there’s still nothing like it. I guess you’ll find that out before the week’s over, if you haven’t already.” I nodded in easy agreement, as I found it easier to feel on her level than I had expected.
“How did you get through the first time? Got any tips for a rookie like me?” I inquired.
“Actually, you’ve got the right idea already. Taking time out to relax and recharge does help, that’s why I’m here too. And it comes in handy out of here too….at least by the 20’th interview about sex scenes for your movie.” On that I just laughed, wondering if that was something to follow up on or just let die. But Anne kept going and remarked “I’m surprised they waited a day before they came up with monologue ideas about it. The naked stuff, I mean.”
“Yeah….well, I guess it helps to play along with it,” I offered.
“I shouldn’t really complain. I mean, I got naked in the movie and for Entertainment Weekly too! I knew it would be a big deal and I accepted it, and I’m glad I did! I just hope that’s not the only thing they’re impressed by, that’s all,” Anne wished.
“I’m sure it won’t be,” I assured.
“Okay then, let’s test that out on you. Are you going to see the movie? If yes, my follow up question is why?” She was smiling and had a teasing tone to her voice, but I was sure there was a serious undercurrent. So I would have to be completely honest here; yet now that I had eased my way into talking with her and not putting her on a movie star pedestal, I could be truthful with her.
“Well, the nude stuff does have me curious, even though you have shown your breasts before. When an extremely beautiful actress is rumored to be more naked, it’s hard not to notice. But I still want to see you with your clothes on, too. I mean, you’ve been showing more of your clothed talent lately, with the Oscar nomination and your singing and your funny stuff here at SNL too! It took me a while to be a full blown fan of yours, but now I’m fully on board….and something like this sounds like another step forward, with and without clothes. Taking more risks helps fans see you in new lights, I suppose.”
Anne looked speechless for a few moments until she chuckled a bit. “Huh….I guess that bodes well for those risky things I’ve been looking at.” This as much as anything else would stick with me later; once when Anne was announced as the Oscars co-host just nine days after her “SNL” stint, and again when she agreed to play Catwoman two months later.
“You know, my quiet times here weren’t so chatty the first time. But I see the upside to it,” she went on. “We should have some of these chatty quiet times more often this week. It should help us stay awake, at least.”
“Yeah, yeah we do need to do that…stay awake, I mean,” I corrected.
As the week went on, we did that and stayed awake at the same time; albeit to differing degrees each day. Waiting around in the wee hours for something to do was tiring on a few nights, yet Anne did find me before I fell asleep. As I got more used to the schedule, I only threatened to drift off a few times before 2 a.m. by early Saturday morning. It did help that I had chats with Anne to think about rather than my sleepy eyes; and laughing at some of the sketch ideas I’d heard about gave me little bursts of energy.
With Saturday here and the “night live” part of Saturday approaching, I headed to work with as much pep as I could muster. This was me and Anne’s last day here, and with show time coming, I doubted there would be much room for intimacy. But although my streak seemed likely to end here, just getting to see this show made and getting to chat with a beautiful movie star like Anne helped balance it out. As such, I was free of any nerves, unlike when I first got here.
By mid Saturday afternoon, the cast, crew, set designers, writers and others were making their final tweaks before dress rehearsal. With this much chaos, I was kept busy with tasks as well, yet I finally got a break at about 6 p.m. Dress rehearsal would begin at 8 p.m., so there was a little time to settle down now. I spent that time standing around for a few minutes before I saw Anne coming down the halls.
“Way ahead of me again, eh?” she asked as she stopped next to me.
“In a way. I mean, you probably need down time now more than me. I have no right to complain compared to you and the others,” I admitted. “Are you complaining, by the way?”
“No, I’m getting more excited than nervous. That’s why I should cool down before dress. Come on, we can lounge in the guest room while we get cool.”
Either through willful ignorance or a desire to stay level, I pushed aside what usually happened when an actress invited me to her dressing room. In any case, with a live rehearsal hours away, I really doubted that was on her mind. I had been wrong before….every time out, as a matter of fact; but I chose to just look at this as a final bit of down time with Anne.
We got to her guest room as I let Anne sit on the couch while I sat across from her in front of her mirror. “You excited for your first time?” Anne suddenly asked, as I thankfully stayed quiet long enough to figure out what she really meant.
“Oh, first time seeing SNL live! Well, yeah, of course. You ready for your second time?” I asked, figuring she’d get my meaning faster than I got hers. “Just about. I think it’s going to turn out pretty cool.”
“That’s Vanessa’s line, not yours, remember that on the air,” I quipped, referring to Vanessa Bayer’s Miley Cyrus impression that would be alongside Anne’s Katie Holmes impersonation tonight.
“Right, I’m doing Katie Holmes and not Miley Cyrus, I thought so! There you go helping me out again. I am glad you’ve been doing that this week,” Anne conveyed.
“Don’t give me too much credit. I don’t know if I was that different from your average fan, except you got stuck in a building with me for a week. Heck, I doubt I had funnier words and ideas than anyone in this place,” I self-deprecated.
“I can still think you’re cool and fun to talk with anyway, though. You’ve been more than above-average in my book,” Anne promised.
“Well…..you’ve helped set the bar for me, too. Since my first time helping and talking with a major movie star helped so well, any others will have a lot to live up to,” I predicted.
“Once you get your scripts and books sold, I’m sure they’ll beat down the door for my sloppy seconds.” I chose to treat that sexual term as a friendly joke, if only to keep my pulse steady. “I’m serious, I am sure they will.” Those words and the fact that she got up and walked over to kiss my cheek didn’t help with the pulse.
I sat quietly for several seconds as she chuckled and went back to the couch. “Ah…..yep, there’s the awkward silence,” I spat out once I could talk. But I had nothing else to follow that joke, so the silence dragged on for a while.
“If you’re that nervous, you can balance it out,” Anne offered, as she turned her head a bit to show off her cheek. “No, no, you don’t have to offer that,” I offered back.
“And yet I am, so what does that tell you? Or suggest you should be doing?”
It suggested a few things, yet I tried to just focus on the least dirty suggestions. I attempted to assume she just wanted me to match her and not go further than she did. So I got up, walked to her, took a breath and bent down to kiss her cheek as she hinted. I lingered just a second longer than she did, due to the feel of her skin on my lips, but I broke off before dragging it out.
“There….now we’re even.” And yet the awkwardness still didn’t leave; if this was still awkwardness. I told myself to look away and step back to my seat; yet my legs didn’t move and even though I tried to move my eyes, they still went back to Anne’s big brown orbs and bigger smile. Once I tried to look at the wall for a third time, Anne said “It’s okay” and finally made my eyes stand still.
But they were soon closed anyway after she leaned towards me and I closed the gap to connect our lips. We kissed more softly and sweetly than hot and heavy, although we moved a little faster once I finally sat next to her on the couch. After our tongues started to meet, I broke off while I still had the ability to reason.
“Wait, we don’t have time, do we?” I asked. Although dress was a while away, Anne could be needed for updates or to go through new lines any minute.
“I told them I needed a half hour to rest,” Anne explained.
“So you….planned this out?” I asked incredulously.
“No….but it’s still a happy accident.” I could wonder how much of an accident it was; but there was little point. Even now, it still astonished me that I could be part of such a “happy accident” with these women, planned or not. Especially when I really had ruled it out this time; yet if I had to be proven wrong, I might as well follow through.
A half hour still didn’t leave much time, yet I had worked with less before. But although no one was seeking Anne out now, we still probably needed to keep it down. I couldn’t really go overboard, so I would probably need to go slow for a while; which wasn’t a problem when it came to Anne.
I could settle for just starting to touch her and feel around her body as I sat back and let her lay on top of me. I settled a hand on her back and another on her hair as she broke off to kiss down my face and neck. Her hands went to the bottom of my shirt and went inside it, although she needed to sit herself up to get more room to lift it up.
I helped out by sitting up and getting it off myself, trying not to feel self conscious. She did just have to do a lot of takes with Jake Gyllenhaal’s abs, after all. Yet just as I had stopped telling the difference between TV and movie stars, I was confident that Anne wouldn’t judge me for not having the six-pack of a Gyllenhaal. Indeed, she just smiled as she kissed down my chest; with the sight of her gorgeous face nearly halfway down to my groin making me strain against my pants.
Anne seemed ready to relieve the strain as her hand got to my pants. When it touched my clothed, engorged member, I groaned; and the sound must have triggered another concern. “Don’t make me go too soon….I really don’t have enough time to recover.”
“I figured that. So I’ll go easy on you at first,” Anne promised before getting off me and standing back on her feet. “Sit up now, please,” she requested, which I immediately fulfilled. With her standing in front of me, she unbuckled my pants with both hands but used just one to take down my zipper.
That same hand pulled my underwear down slightly, but just slightly enough to set myself free. Now she could grasp my cock without any pants in the way, and she did just that while stroking me to boot. Sadly, she stopped after several strokes; but only to use both hands to lower her dress straps.
When that was finished, Anne got back to jerking me off while using her other hand to pull down her dress. Somehow she managed to multitask and get it down while not losing a step in getting me off. Once the dress fell to the floor, Anne was left in nothing but a matching black bra and panties.
While she was passed off as an ugly duckling in the first half of “The Princess Diaries” 10 years ago, Anne Hathaway had the appearance of an actual princess in real life now. Her elegant figure was the perfect complement to her snow white skin and quasi-Disney face. In addition, the standing position she was in gave me an obvious view down her cleavage; and although her breasts had been bared in “Havoc” and “Brokeback Mountain” it had nothing on seeing them from this angle in real life.
I figured I owed them some attention while Anne kept paying attention to my cock, so I reached a hand up to brush her right breast. After finding her clothed nipple, I put two fingers on it to play around, then started to stroke the top of her boob in tandem with her stroking my dick. We stroked and moaned at the same time, although it was getting harder to groan as quietly as we could.
“Oh man….I’d say it’s time to get this out of the way,” Anne ruled as she took her hand off of me to focus on unhooking her bra. It was probably for the best so that my cock could cool down a little bit, as it didn’t need to go off so soon. So given that, I would need to work on something to distract me.
“Bend down a bit, please,” I asked as I leaned back onto the couch. She stepped forward and bent down as requested, leaving her round, dangling breast right up above my mouth. I went to work on it quickly as she placed her hands on the top of the couch, grasping it as I kept pleasuring her tits. My hand played with her left breast as I kissed over her right, but soon my hand left her chest to go down her stomach.
By the time I returned to suckling her left tit, my right hand had begun to brush the front of her panties. She had pleased me with her fingers, so I wanted to do the same. However, I teased her by not pulling down her panties, as I worked my finger in and out of them.
After taking my left hand off Anne’s breasts, I slid it down to her crotch as well, brushing the front of her panties while the fingers on my right hand went inside them to play around. Between that and my oral work on her chest, Anne was starting to get a little loud, which she did take note of.
“Hold on…..you either need to slow down or keep my mouth busy,” she laid out. I had no desire to slow down, and fortunately I did have ways to keep her mouth busy.
I lifted my head up to kiss her again, which did at least muffle her groans as I kept working on and below her panties. This left her tits neglected, so my left hand went back and forth between giving them more rubs and caressing her groin. Eventually, Anne thrust herself against my fingers, which inspired me to thrust them back a bit while my tongue was already moving all around her mouth.
Finally I got her panties off to leave her naked, leaving my left hand to pat her bare pussy while my right fingers were going into it nearby. Then I moved my free hand back to her breasts so that I was kissing Anne, playing with her chest and finger-fucking her pussy all at once. It was surprising to me that Anne could moan loudly and take all this without breaking from my lips to catch her breath. Yet if she broke now, she would probably groan too loud and get us caught, so I decided to gradually slow my fingers, hands and lips.
Eventually I pulled my lips back and let Anne breathe heavily, as her moans now got a little quieter. It also gave me time to take in that I had really worked her up like this, and that I had done all that after being intimidated by her just a week earlier. I should be jaded to this kind of thing by now, yet my wonder at these experiences still hadn’t faded away; which was for the best, really.
“I think I’m ready to sit down now,” Anne said to interrupt my train of thought. Before I could move to give her room, she climbed onto my lap and sat herself down. It didn’t make me enter her, yet my cock was now lying in front of her pussy. Once Anne got her legs around me, she looked down to notice this as well.
She experimented by rubbing herself against my dick, which had been neglected by design in the last several minutes. It was hardly any softer after the show that me and Anne had put on, yet it probably could last a little longer inside her if necessary.
“What do you think? Do we have time to….fit this in?” I inquired. It must have taken at least 15-20 minutes to do the foreplay, but time tends to stand quite still in moments like this.
“You’ve fit in some pretty good things already. I think I’ve got room for one more big thing before dress.” Anne then set out to prove it by lifting herself up and lining up over my cock. I decided to fill in the rest by entering her myself, getting halfway in before she sank down over the rest of me.
We just rocked against each other for a few moments as we adjusted to the new situation and sensations. Then I started to thrust a little more, which got Anne to rock against me a bit harder. This built up more and more as Anne wrapped her legs tighter around me and settled her arms over my shoulders. I responded by placing my hands on her back and setting my chin on her shoulder, helping me to see her bare ass for the first time as it went up and down on my lap.
Her ass started to land on me a bit harder, which made me grit my teeth and pull my head back. I then met Anne’s eyes again, which were filled with lust that illuminated their natural beauty more than usual. “You have beautiful eyes…” I found myself muttering, realizing too late that I was quoting one of Jake Gyllenhaal’s cheesy pick-up lines in the “Love and Other Drugs” trailer. I had been proud of myself for not referencing or joking about that film and Anne’s highly anticipated nudity in it, at least until now.
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?” Anne asked, as she was paraphrasing her own line from the trailer. “I’m sure you’ve got something more original than that,” she teased.
“Well….I could say I want to fuck your hot, wet pussy until it cums on my cock. Was that from the movie?” I inquired and added a few deep thrusts in the background.
“Ohh…..now I kind of wish it was,” Anne admitted, before she leaned her mouth over to my ear and started whispering. “I’d add that I want your hot, wet dick to cum all over me too. Is that a good rewrite?” Since she asked this by kissing my ear and breathing into it, I hoped she took my stunned silence as a yes.
Anne’s moans were now going right into my ear as well as we kept going, which made me motivated to go even faster. Both my hands went to her ass and tried to help it go up and down over me. I even tried to rub my chest against hers so that our nipples collided, but Anne helped out more by putting her arms back around me and crushing her tits against me.
I now had my face back between her neck and shoulder, so I took advantage by kissing both of them. I was tempted to suckle on her neck, but I didn’t want the “SNL” makeup crew to have to cover up a hickey. So I just rested my face on her soft skin to muffle my own moans as she rode me faster.
As much as I loved this position, I knew I didn’t have much more time to work with and I wanted to get some more things in first. So I took a deep breath and tried to get myself up off the couch with her still wrapped around me. Anne yelped a bit loudly, so I made a “sssh” noise just in case, while I worked towards turning us around.
I made it so that I could position her to sit upright on the couch, in the same spot where I was sitting. Now I was the one on top of her and hovering over her as she sat. While the position was harder for me to be in than the last one, I made it work by sliding back into her. Now she would get to sit on the couch while I thrusted above her and saw her body writhe below me.
After getting back in and seeing her thrust back up to me, along with seeing my cock sink into her pussy, I knew I was on borrowed time. We needed to finish soon anyway, and now that I was in more of a position to control things, I could bring us to the brink shortly. So I laid myself back on top of her and pressed my forehead against her as I went faster.
Once again, I started kissing her to cover up our sounds of pleasure, which was a big help for both of us. I went into her more rapidly while she squeezed her legs back around my ass again to help drive me in deeper. It was hard for us not to bite each other’s lips and tongues and keep them under control, yet they moved rapidly without leaving any damage. But I went a little slower once it got harder to contain myself, and our lips moved a bit slower against each other as a result.
After savoring that for a few moments, I pulled my lips back while keeping our groins firmly up against each other. “I’m almost there….where do I go?” I asked.
“Oh….okay, I know! Pull out and let me jack you off. And you can do it to me like you did before….make it come full circle, you know?” She laughed at using come as a pun, while I chuckled for other reasons. The last time I was here I started things off with Tina by masturbating, and now my second time here with Anne would end in the same fashion.
Being a sucker for symmetry and irony, I pulled off and went on my knees while Anne sat upright on the couch. She leaned down a bit and got a hold of my cock, which was already well lubed thanks to its previous activities. This also made it easier for my fingers to go back into her wet pussy and resume their earlier work.
I tried to swirl my two fingers inside of Anne, which made her bite back a groan; yet made her pump me harder in contrast. We picked up our speed in order to finish on time and to see us explode on each other for good measure.
Anne looked back and forth between her hand on my dick and my hand in her pussy, to get her going in both avenues. Then she looked up at me and gave another bright, lustful smile, which certainly helped me get a bit closer to going off. I studied her face intensely and slowly trailed down her form to her filled pussy, then gazed at the whole enchanting package as I felt myself getting closer.
“Oh yes, almost there….where do I land? I gasped out.
“I’ll figure that out, just make me cum on your hand now!” she whispered while taking quick breaths to quiet herself.
But that wouldn’t be enough for either of us, after I picked up my pace and she rubbed her thumb over my head while stroking my shaft. With no other ideas coming to mind, I covered my mouth with my free hand and moaned into it as I finally released. Anne positioned it to land on her stomach and chest, and the sight of that seemed to put her over the edge and make me go that final bit deeper.
So Anne stole from my playbook and put her free hand over her mouth to hide her orgasmic cries. But the most damning evidence landed on my hand as Anne let herself go on it. Unfortunately, there was no way to stop a few spurts from getting on the floor, which would make clean up a little harder. Yet first things had to be first.
I was just starting to breathe against my hand once Anne was finished, as we both just stayed in place. Now that our heads had somewhat cleared and we could take a look at our position, and the mess we had left on ourselves, it looked all the more surreal. I heard Anne laugh a little bit, so she must have been thinking the same thing. As such, it made me let out a hidden laugh as well.
That held back any post-sex awkward silence; which was fitting since awkward silence helped set this up to begin with. I then remembered we did need to clean up quickly, so I reached over to my pants and got out a tissue. I wasn’t saving it for this occasion, as I just needed it for my sneezing earlier in the morning; and yes, I still had a few unused ones left in stock. I used one to wipe off the cum I had left on Anne’s body, another to get her’s off of my hand and one more to try and pat down the stains on the floor.
Once I finished as much as I could, I started getting my clothes into a pile. I reached back to my pants and took out my cell phone; then dressed myself faster when I saw what time it was. “It’s almost 6:30, damnit! They’ll probably knock to get you any minute, and then they’ll find me!”
“It’s all right. You’re getting dressed faster than me, you can go out and see if someone’s there. If they’re not, wait outside till they get here and say you came to get me too. If they’re coming, just hide here until I get out.”
I had all my clothes on by the time Anne finished her plan, so I hurried up right after she was done and opened the door a peek. No one seemed to be coming from either side of the hall, so it looked like I was safe. “All clear….I’ll come ‘wake you up’ in a bit, then.”
Anne was just straightening out her dress by then, and I took the chance that I had time to ask a question. “Will you be all right with the show although you didn’t…..actually rest?”
“Rest is overrated sometimes. I’ll be raring to go by the time you start knocking….which should be soon, right?”
“Oh, right, right!” I peeked out again and saw no one was there, which allowed me to get out and close the door without incident. I went down the hall and waited for a few seconds, then walked back to the door. This way, if someone was coming to get Anne, they’d arrive in time to think I was way ahead of them and had just arrived to knock on her door.
Indeed, I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see a crew member after I got to the door. “I’m way ahead of you, it’s all right!” I called out before knocking on the door. “Anne? Are you up?”
A few seconds later, Anne answered the door fully dressed, and even pretend yawned a bit as well. “I’m up, indeed! Boy, I needed that nap, and now it’s left me raring to go!”
“Good, they have a few new rewrites and costumes they need you to see right away,” the crew member informed her.
“All right, let’s go check them out!” She closed the door and then turned back to me. “Thank you for coming to get me too.”
“Sure….if I don’t see you, have a great show,” I offered as a parting shot.
“I’ve had a great Saturday afternoon, I’m guessing the night’ll be good too.” Once that metaphor hit me, I smiled bashfully as Anne flashed me a final wink and a smile before she turned to follow the crew member away.
I let her get on with her preparations, then sat back and watched her dazzle the audience in dress rehearsal and on the live show. Yet in spite of finally seeing Studio 8H live on Saturday night, it was that Saturday afternoon which left an even greater impression – along with the guest host of both special time periods.
I hoped to convey as much, and yet not give anyway anything scandalous, when I wrote a little message to leave for Tina before I left Studio 8H again. In it, I left my initials and the phrase “You were right.”
That would hopefully let her know that she was right about Anne; and that I was starting to get a sense that she was right about me as well.