Page 116 of Method Acting

The final scene itself was the graduation after-party. The rehearsal hall had streamers, balloons, disco lights, and terrible music. There was a long table of drinks and snacks, and they’d kinda made it an actual party for the end of filming.

It was perfect.

The editing team, the production, and the sound guys all got to play extras, and it was fun!

And I got to dress in my suit pants, button down shirt and tie, and I could admit that I looked good. Amos wore suit pants and a vest, and fuck me, when he came out of the fitting room, he smiled at me, and I couldn’t even speak.

He looked so damn good.

Holly nudged me in the ribs. “Close your mouth.”

“New rule to the boyfriend clause,” I said. “You need to wear this outfit every day.”

Amos laughed. “You wish.”

“Yes, that’s why I said it.”

He took my hand and lifted it, getting a proper look at me. “You look great. Those pants...”

“Tailored just for me.”

He raised an eyebrow, appreciating the view. “I can tell.”

Deirdre stuck her head in. “Okay, curtain up in five.”

Curtain up. I snorted. This wasn’t theater, but we knew what she meant.

We made our way out to find Holly fixing Jenna’s hair. I was glad they were friends at the end of all this. Jenna wore a pretty dress that matched Max’s tie.

“Oh man,” I said, “we should have totally worn something that matched. Why didn’t we think of that?”

“Because we’re new to this, remember?” Amos replied.

“Well, for our real graduation, we’re totally matching.”

He sighed, just as Holly came over. She wore brown suit pants, her shirt with My own self-worth is my HEA on it, and orange suspenders. She looked amazing. “Well, don’t you two make a fine couple,” she said, giving us a bump with her hip. Then she looked around the hall. “This looks fun, don’t you think?”

“It does,” I agreed. “And Jess and Phoebe? That was unexpected.”

Holly gave me a side-eye. “Are you kidding? It was the most obvious thing ever. Were you even watching them?”

I made a face. “Well, no,” I said. “To be fair, I’ve been distracted...” I gestured to Amos.

Holly nodded. “Fair.”

“Okay,” Deirdre yelled, getting our attention. “Places, everyone.”

And so filming began.

All I cared about was getting to slow dance with Amos. Sure, we had some lines and dialogue with the others and between ourselves. We laughed and we danced, and in a way, we said goodbye to these characters for the last time.

But for me, it was all about Amos and me slow dancing.

And when Deirdre yelled, “Cut! And that’s a wrap!”

Everyone cheered. Everyone. All the cast and crew. But Amos just pressed his forehead to mine. “Goodbye, Dominic and Elijah.”

“And hello, Chase and Amos,” I replied, kissing him softly.

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