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An Alan Rickman Story written @ 12:34 PM on May 04, 2003 The closing of the show was last night, and free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty I am free at last! The only thing left to do is go to set strike at 2:45 today, and hopefully that won't take long. After the show, I met my mom in the lobby, and we went back to my dorm room to load some shit of mine into her car that wouldn't need for the rest of the year. Annalyse and I then high-tailed it over to Applebees, where the cast had gotten together for one last hurrah. Somehow we got onto the topic of Harry Potter (gee, how on earth could that have happened?!), and we began quoting famous lines from the movie such as, "Mr. Potter... our... new... celebrity." And other such notable quotables. And then Rachel graced me with a story that I knew Jessica, if anyone, would appreciate. Rachel played one of the leading females in the show. She's a highly talented, sensitive actress who is deeply in love with her art. She's smart, hilarious, one of those people with sharp wit that are just the lives of the party, and attractive. She's also an Alan Rickman fan. "Then you would like this," she said to me, an evil grin on her face. "I was in London last summer, having the time of my life and scoping the city, and I had promised myself that I was going to stalk Alan Rickman-- which I did, I assure you. He may have been scared. "Anyway, it was after this show, and all these fans went around to the back of the building. Of course, I had squeezed my way through so that I was right in front of the door. Mr. Rickman comes out, looks at all these fans, and mutters, 'Oh, *hell*...' "Already I'm loving it. I walk right up to him and say, 'You know, Mr. Rickman, I just want you to know that'"-- here she gave a dramatic sigh "-- 'I have been half in love with you my entire life.' "Sam, he steps back from me, eyes me very slowly from my head down, and then eyes me very slowly from my feet up and said, 'Only half? What a pity.' "And I was just so floored that I merely stood there and gaped. I was trying to come up with something witty to say, but my mind totally went blank. I was going to offer to buy him a drink or something. I don't know, I guess I've got it in for old British men. I swear this year I'm going to go back and have me one. "There was this one time where I was feeling really depressed, and my friend was trying to cheer me up. And she popped in the first Harry Potter movie, and we watched all the scenes with Alan in super slow-mo. "I felt better after that." If you knew Rachel, you would know that this is typical of her and was much funnier than what it sounds here. I just thought I'd pass it on to you, Jessica. *** A while ago, I wrote about TJ, who, I feared, had a crush on me, had invited me to the wedding for one of his friends-- and who had also known me for two weeks before deciding this. Of course, due to how awkward the situation was becoming, I didn't go with him and have been trying to keep a low profile. After a while, I assumed everything was hunky dory between us and I had been mistaken. Well, last night the plot thickened. I returned to the booth after intermission to call the rest of the show and discovered a card and a wrapped present on my chair. I got on the headset and asked Brian, who was backstage, who gave it to me. He said he didn't know, but everyone backstage wanted me to open it. So I opened the card. It was a nicely computer generated card with a digital pic of a unicorn painting, a copy of which I have in my room, and with a long note inside congratulating me on my first stage management position and how he supported me through it and yadda-yadda-yadda. Signed, TJ. That's okay, that's cool, I thought, because he gave everyone cards. But then was the present from him? It had to have been, because there was no other card attached to it suggesting elsewise. So I began tearing at the packaging in the dark booth, which is lit by only one small blue light, and I caught the logo for the San Francisco Music Box Company shining gold. He had bought me a small porcelain unicorn box. I couldn't believe it; there are few faster ways to my heart than the gift of a unicorn. After the show, I gave him a big hig and thanked him deeply. He really is a sweet guy, but I don't want to be more than friends with him. But a gift from that store is pricey, you know? And it looked as though it was chosen with care. At Applebees later that night, Brian plopped himself down next to me and grinned. "What?" I said, frowning. "I was talking to TJ out in the parking lot after the show. He was asking about you and the unicorn and if you liked it as much as you said you did. I said, 'Oh yeah, she told us all about it over the headset and really, really liked it.' And he kinda looked at me and said, 'Ooooooh, brownie points...'" Thus, the drama of my life continues...
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