Chapter 3: Chapter 3
I don't steal. I just borrow. And I return them in better condition than when I borrowed them."
"Better condition? You're the liar, cheater, and all around bad guy. People like you should never be in show business. You make me look bad and I hate you for it."
"Hate me? That seems a little excessive.I mean, I don't even know you and you're already making me look bad. I'm not even dressed yet and you're already looking bad What am I supposed to do? Not dress? Not act? Not sing? Hell, I might as well not exist. Because the moment I walk onto that stage, I disappear into the character I play. And that character is nothing but good.I'm a good guy."
"Good guy? You're a rapist. A monster. You're not a good guy. You're a monster and I hope one day you get what you deserve. The world needs bad guys. We need you. We need your evil. It makes us stronger. So go ahead. Be a monster. Be the villain everyone loves to hate.Because you're nothing but a monster anyway. And monsters are sexy. And you're sexy."
"You're an idiot," I said. " Sexy' is not the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you but I guess that's your choice. As long as you're happy."
"I am happy. Thank you for your support."
"You're welcome.Now get your ass out of bed and let's make that list."
"List? You're going to help me make a list? Why?" "Because I know you. I know what you would do with a list. You would steal it and use it to cheat on your audition. And I don’t want you to do that.I don’t want you to ruin your shot at being in the play because you can’t keep your dick in your pants. So come on. Get up. We have work to do."
"Dick in my pants? What are you talking about?"
"Your problem, not mine. Now get up and let’s make that list."
"Lists?Cheating? Auditions? Dude, seriously, wake up. Stop dreaming. There ain't no dragons out here. Just some old lady whose husband s in a play and needs her to fill in for one night. That is all she wants from me. One night. That’s all I need to prove to her that I’m worthy of being in the play.She doesn’t care if I sleep with her afterwards. In fact, she encouraged me to take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself while we re in rehearsals. I told her I would and she said that was the spirit of the play. So it’s not like I have to worry about her catching me. And even if she did, what would she do?Fire me? Ground me? Make me write apology letters to every person I ever met? No way! She doesn’t have the right tools to punish me. All she has is words and I know she would use them to hurt me if she could. But she can’t. Not without my permission and I won’t give it to her.She may try to trick me by giving me something else instead of the script or maybe she will throw things at me until I agree to participate in whatever she has planned. Either way, I will play her game until she gives me what I want. Which is nothing. Absolutely nothing.