we're gonna mix it tonight

[graham]

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west side story - it was one of his favourite broadway musicals. despite seeing it a bajillion times already, he could never get sick of it. being in new york city for work, he had taken tonight off to specifically catch up and spend time with gwen - a girl of only nineteen, but a close friend nonetheless. now, he knew that they both had a love for musical theatre so it was only logical to catch up over something they had in common. he had known that gwen was a broadway star, heck, he had even seen her on stage whenever he visited new york city ( he took every opportunity to see a show, hence tonight ). in his opinion she was one helluva talented girl so you could imagine his eagerness to hire her for the film musical he produced.

the producer entered the palace theatre which stood at 1564 on broadway. entering the foyer, he'd checked his watch to see that he was rather early. in some way, while it seemed like he was waiting for a date, it really wasn't. oh no, pastino was old enough to be his daughter... almost. doing the calculations, he would have been around thirteen when she was born so maybe not. despite that, he saw her as a daughter more than anything. she was someone he could nurture, a girl he felt he could spoil with affection and give a scold whenever she went into her small 'diva' mode. which he'd probably done about a hundred times already but gwen never cared, and they could always laugh about it later. in a nutshell, if graham wanted a daughter, he wanted her to be like gwen, minus the diva attitude.

time flew by fast and rather awkwardly as the producer had now found himself sitting on one of the lounges surrounded by a large crowd of people congregating between him and the box office. where did all these people come from? he looked back down at his vintage rolex ( mind you, it was a present from his dad ) and realised that twenty minutes had already passed. yes, that quickly. raising an eyebrow, the man brought his hand up and ran his fingers through his brown curls in bemusement at the fast-paced time. he figured gwen was here now looking for him, and that him hiding in the crowd was making her search difficult. he took the initiative to stand, brushing his coat and dress pants before pulling his collar at the ends and bending his head left and right. he shrugged in his coat and excused himself through the crowd and looking out for a familiar face or back of the head.

TAGGED , gwen/daynaaa
STATUS , complete
WORDS , 452
LYRICS , west side story - 'tonight'
TEMP & IMAGE , credit moi
NOTES , OMG. i found a little graham!muse.