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"I know what you mean. He's going to be the death of me. I don't know how such a young guy can be so annoying."
"See, Rita? You aren't annoying. He is. So you can rest easy in the knowledge that I like you."
Rita blushed, and went back to sorting costumes. A few minutes later Theo joined them. Georgette was leaning on him, their arms linked.
"Hello," Theo said, not ashamed in the least. Georgette shot Rita a possesive look that said "Flirts with everybody, eh? I can't get him, eh?" Rita rolled her eyes when they weren't looking. Theo was oblivious to her disapproval. "How's everything going around here?"
"Just great," Dov said, and looked at Georgette curiously. "I had no idea you two were involved." He untangled a wig.
"Well-" Theo started to say, but was interupted.
"Of course we are. Have been for weeks." Her voice was too high, and she was speaking like a baby. She batted her eyelashes at Theo, whose slightly glazed eyes blinked a few times. She's so sweet she's giving me a toothache.
"Yeah," he said, smiling indugently at the apparently incapable of speaking without a lisp Georgette. "Yeah, we've been going out for weeks," he affirmed, slightly dazed but making himself sound more sure.
"I'll be right back," Rita said, and fled. She managed to avoid Theo until the start of the play, and until her eyes weren't red from crying.

She entered, the lights making sparkles in her eyelashes, the audience nothing but a blur of peach and red with a few spots of black visible. She didn't look at them. She was supposed to have eyes only for Theo. She forced herself to think loving thoughts of him for the first few minutes, and then she didn't have to force herself. She was no longer Rita. He was no longer Theo. They were Romeo and Juliet, and they were in love.
She flirted, he kissed her hand. She giggled, he gazed adoringly at her. She wept, he brushed away her tears. She stayed at home, he left, promising to return. They married. They kissed.
Rita had been looking to this day with a mixture of dread and anticipation at the beginning of rehearsals. Now she was only curious. She'd never kissed anyone. She didn't count this as her real first kiss; she did want to know what kissing was like, though. She discovered it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Theo brushed aside a lock of her hair. She gazed into his eyes. He leaned in, and took her into his arms. He threw her arms around his neck, and he kissed her. It was a long kiss, and judging by the audience's reaction, it was a good kiss. But Rita felt nothing. It wasn't really very fun, and it didn't really make her feel any happier. It's probably because it's on stage, she thought, and let Theo kiss her however he knew best.
All things considered, the ending of the play, where people threw roses and everyone bowed, was much more satifying than her kiss had been. She beamed at everyone. Some people who worked with her at the hotel were there, along with Gaetano, his father and mother and Nicole. It did not escape Rita's notice, now that the house lights were on, that Gaetano had his arm draped over Nicole's chair, and Nicole was nestled into his arms. I guess I was wrong about that. She also saw the corn boy, who looked in awe. She winked at him, and she thought he caught it, but she wasn't sure. Her heart was so full of joy and love she could have burst. She threw her arms around the nearest person, and kissed him on the cheek. It was Michael, who looked disgusted, but secretly pleased. He looked older, Rita thought, but he's only 14, really. He probably doesn't know what to think of older girls. She also spotted Camile, whose wrinkled face was wreathed in smiles, and whose hands held knitting needles and yarn. She waved to Rita, who blew a kiss back. Dov had given Rita her paycheck early, and Rita had given most of it straight to Camile for the next year's rent. Camile was overjoyed, and when Rita told her about the play, had promised to be there on opening night. And as if that weren't enough, she spotted Martha, the stewardess from the plane, and her family. Rita looked up to the sky, and thanked God.

Theo cornered her after the play. She'd just come out of the dressing room, and her feeling of glamour was just beginning to fade. She had a feeling that whatever Theo was about to say was going to make the feeling go away very quickly.
"So, did you like it?" he said, leaning against the wall.
"Like what? The play? It was great. I can hardly imagine doing any better next time." She carefully did not look at Theo, and folded a costume she found on the floor. A leather jacket. Michael's of course. He was the only one lazy enough to just leave it on the ground.
"No, the kiss. I thought it was great. It really proved that you are the one for me, Rita." He put an arm around her. She pulled away, and looked him in the eye.
"What about Georgette? Isn't she the one for you? Or what about all those other girls you've been flirting with? What about them?" She shoved the jacket into a cubby, and dashed a tear from her eye.
"They don't mean anything, Rita! They were just having some fun. They knew it." He mussed his hair distractedly.
"How do I know if you're just having some fun with me? Did you tell them that the other girls weren't anything? It doesn't mean anything to you, but it means a lot to them, Theo. You aren't very dedicated to one girl."
"But I am! I don't mean anything-"
"Then why even do it? Look, I'm no saying this because I want to be your only flirt. I'm saying this for someone else's benefit."
"What? But Rita, Georgette won't be back in America with me. You will." He put a hand on her shoulder but she shook him off.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm staying here. I told you that already."
Theo laughed. "Yeah, it's funny, Rita, but I know you aren't really going to do it. It was just another hare-brained scheme."
"Uh, no, actually, it's not. I'm staying here. I rented the house out for another year. I'm staying. And I don't want to be your girlfriend, Theo."
"But Rita, I-" He stopped, and went on quietly. "I love you." He sat down on the floor, and didn't look up at her. She sat down next to him.
"Theo, I'm really flattered, and I used to think that I loved you. But I think we both need to find out what love really is before we decide something like that." She was sniffling. So was he.
"I can't go home without you, Rita. I thought that you really liked me. Peggie said-" he stopped.
"Peggie said? What?" Rita's nostrils flared. "What did Peggie say."
"I guess it doesn't hurt anything now, since she's gone." He wiped his face with his sleeve. "Right before she left, when you weren't in the room or anything, she was getting all mad, and she told me that she'd been replaced. I asked her by who, and she said me. She said that you were in love with me, and never paid attention to her. She said it served you right that she was telling me, and asked me if I was as thoroughly disgusted as she was. I told her no, that I'd liked you for a long time. And right after that I took you out to dinner. And I thought you were interested." He shook his head, and put it between his knees.
"I was. I just grew out of it. You will, too. It's just puppy love. You'll find someone better. Someone who isn't clumsy and dramatic. Someone who you can flirt with. But it isn't me."
"But I like you being clumsy!" he said. "I like the drama. I like it all. You're perfect, Rita." She stood up.
"None of that. You need to find someone else, and be true to her. That's all I have to say. Now just-" Before she could go on, Theo lept up, and kissed her on the mouth. She pulled away, furious. "That was rude, Theo. I don't like being interupted, and interupting my by kissing me when I already said I wasn't interested is even ruder. It might sound romantic to shut your girlfriend up by kissing her, but it really only ticks her off." She stomped off, leaving Theo standing in the doorway, confused, hurt, and humbled.
Everyone was gone but Rita. All the stage lights were off but the spotlight. She sat square in the middle, digesting the events of the evening. Everybody she knew, and quite a few people she didn't know, had come to congratulate her on a job well done. Camile told her that she had no idea such a young person could be so talented. The corn boy came up to her when Nicole wasn't there and had roguishly asked for a kiss again.
"You kissed the American, why not me?" She tried to drive him off, but he'd only stuck with her. "Come on, bella! Just one kiss. On the cheek. You know you want to." Rita, who did not want to, was getting desperate when the calvary, in the form of Nicole and Gaetano, showed up. Gaetano said some very harsh sounding things in Italian and Nicole had kicked the boy in the shin for good measure. She tried not to think about Theo, who had avoided her in the crowd. She'd seen Georgette in the dressing room wiping her eyes, and then glared at Rita. At least he's done one thing right that I told him to do. Nicole had triumphantly confided in Rita that this play was hers and Gaetano's first date, and she didn't intend to let him kiss her. Rita had first scolded her friend for the withholding of information, but they'd both began to squee over the news.
She heard a sound. Looking up, she saw Dov. "I guess I'm not the only one, then. Nicole would have stayed, but she was having a romantic interlude with Gaetano afterwards. Am I keeping you here?"
"No, Rita," he said. "You are no bother to me in any way, shape, or form. What are you doing?"
"Recapping, I guess. I had a talk with Theo."
"I know. He told me about it. He accused me of stealing your heart. Gaetano told him about us, I guess. Theo didn't seem very happy about the entire situation." He put a hand over his eyes and looked up at the spotlight,
"That's an understatement. He was really worked up about it. He thought he loved me." She snorted. "As if."
"I wanted to tell you something, Rita. You did really well tonight. If you ever need an acting job, come to me, if you can't get a better offer. You are very talented. I can't wait to see the next performance."
"Me neither. And thank you for the compliment." Rita stood up, and Dov came closer to her.
"How did the kiss turn out? Was it as bad as you thought?" he asked with a half smile.
"It wasn't bad," Rita said, still a little perplexed. "But it wasn't really that great. It was just kind of... there. I don't know if I'm not normal, or if it was being on stage, or what. It was just weird." Dov was very close now.
"I think you're normal," he said into her ear. "Let's test my theory." He cradled her chin in his palm, and there was a question in his eyes. Rita inclined her head and closed her eyes.
She had been wrong. It wasn't the stage at all.