Anything Goes

Email to Preston

28 Aug 2012 14:49  |  by Jenna Donovan
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FROM: Jenna Donovan <ude.uynhcsit|navonodj#ude.uynhcsit|navonodj>
TO: Preston Van de Mark <ude.uynhcsit|kramednavp#ude.uynhcsit|kramednavp>
SUBJECT: Got a Secret, Can you Keep it?

Hey Pres,

I know this is a really, really big favor to ask but I don't want anyone to know about the bump up in the role until opening night. It's still so very, very unbelievable, and it could change at a moments notice so I don't want anyone to get their hopes up or anything.

Pretty, pretty please?

Love ya,

J <3


28 Aug 2012 14:43  |  by Jenna Donovan
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Takes place on Saturday, August 25 2012.

It's mid-afternoon on Saturday. I've just finished my shift at Eclairant. I've rushed home to shower and change for 'date night' that we rescheduled due to Siobhan's celebratory party. I have no clue what the plan is, but I want to have a look that's both dressy and casual at the same time so I'll be ready for whatever Chance is surprising me with.

That's my thought as I step into the hot spray of the shower. I don't take long because I really just need to freshen up and wash my hair. Once I'm out, I towel dry myself and start to decide what to do with my hair now that it's washed. Whether to wear it up or down.

I hear the strain of the ABBA song coming through the door. It's my phone, and it's the tone I set up for the production company. I give it a second, and then rush through the door to my room and pick it up.

"Hi, it's Jenna," I say, as bubbly as I can. I'm really hoping that they've not changed their mind about letting me understudy. I know that I'm new and if someone better comes along, they'll get the shot over me.

"Hi, Jenna. It's Phyllida Lloyd."

The director.

Nervously I twist a strand of wet hair around my finger and bite my lip. She doesn't exactly sound happy. "How can I help you, Miss Lloyd?"

"Well I've got some bad news."

My heart sinks. I just know that she's going to tell me that they're tossing me into the furthest depths of the ensemble.

"Our Sophie was in a bad car accident this evening. She's broken her leg in three places, and the side of her face is bruised up badly. She's going to be out for at least the next six to ten weeks."

"Something happened to Christy?"

"That's what I just said," Phyllida replies with exasperation in her tone. "Look. We go on in less than two weeks with the updated cast. We don't have time to audition for Sophie's part again. Congratulations, Understudy. You've got the part."

She's hung up the phone before I have a chance to react. I'm left staring at it, in complete and utter shock. I don't know what to do. I know the part of Sophie. I've seen Mamma Mia! at least half a dozen times, and I've been learning the entire script inside and out in case I'd have to fill in when one of the other girls wanted a night off.

But to go from ensemble to starring role in a matter of seconds?

I've got to shake it off. I've got to finish getting ready. Chance will be here soon to pick me up, and I can't bail on him two nights in a row. I'll have to go in tomorrow afternoon and sign some paperwork, I'm sure, and I'll need to be fitted for costumes. I can't tell anyone about this. I don't want to jinx it.

Preston will know on Monday, and I guess… well… I'll have to beg him not to tell anyone.

I think I want it to be a surprise for opening night. Just in case they do find someone better to fill those shoes.

One Busy Busy Bee

23 Aug 2012 18:41  |  by Jenna Donovan
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I love writing. I love it, and I've not had time for it. Between rehearsals, and work, the Hamptons, and school? I've been a busy little bee. So much has been going on in the last month, that I don't even know where to start. I really don't.

Actually? I do.

Shiv had a party right before we went to the Hamptons. It was an amazing party. All of our closest friends were there, we had a vodka sundae bar, and? Chance kissed me.

Really kissed me.

In front of everyone.

I've been in heaven ever since then. We're seeing each other. I don't want to say it's super serious, or jinx it, or anything. We're both trying this relationship thing, and I'm loving it. He is the sweetest, kindest, most respectful person that I have ever met. We're taking things slow, which sort've drives me absolutely insane, but I'm happy for it at the same time. I'm curious about going there, but I'm not quite ready to go there yet. Even though I know that when I do? I want Chance Harper to be my first.

While we were out in the Hamptons, he took me on our first "official" date. A wonderful dinner at a pretty little restaurant, and then we spent the rest of the evening on the beach. Watching the sunset, talking, making out.

It's like every nerve ending in my body was electrified. I can't explain it better than that. Every little touch, every little kiss, it's all been locked into my memory. I have never felt that way with any guy (even the straight ones).

That's right. I, Jenna Donovan, am in love for the very first time!

Since we've been back from the Hamptons, I've been booked solid. I have no clue how I'm going to do things this semester with my graduate studies. I've got a show every day except Mondays, starting at the end of September. Mondays are really going to be my only free days. The restaurant is closed that day too, so I'll get a down day.

It looks like the schedule will be Sundays at 3:00pm, Tuesdays at 8:00pm, Wednesdays at 2:00pm and 8:00pm, Thursdays and Fridays at 8:00pm, and Saturdays at 2:00pm and 8:00pm.

That's not including any theater work that needs doing, and I've somehow got to work my school and work schedules around that. I may have to defer a few classes for a semester, but I think that'll be alright. I've got my performance professor coming with me to speak to the dean on Monday.

If I have to defer the entire year, that's fine too. I think I'm alright with that, because…

I am going to be on BROADWAY!!!!

I have a great job, an in on Broadway, and the best guy in the world is interested in me.

This summer has been great.

Emotional Rollercoaster

25 Jul 2012 00:41  |  by Jenna Donovan
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I have never had such a plethora of emotions in one week in my life. At least not that many that were my own. Most of it has been good, except for that day.

I say that day in reference to the day Quin came back from Vegas. It was supposed to be this nice, light get together to celebrate the fact that his team won. Only the kitchen was a mess, and then Quin came home with his 'friend' who was all over him.

I really don't know what I was hurt by worse; the fact that it was so obvious the pair had slept together, or the fact that he jumped to the conclusion that I'd had sex with Chance, and was there making him breakfast.

Me? Making breakfast? Unless it's a bowl of cereal, that's laughable first off. But for him to assume that I'd just hop into having sex with Chance the minute he's out of the State? That was insulting. I am not that type of girl.

Admittedly, I do like Chance, and I had been thinking of ways to tell Quin that I just wasn't ready for the type of commitment he was looking for, and that after the movie night with Chance I'd made up my mind about what I wanted…

But then all hell broke loose that day. The green goo, the strange girlfriend, and ohhhh right. Shiv and Chance in the shower together.

My brain couldn't handle it all. I went into emotional overload. Just on my own. Then add in Shiv's hurt and confusion, and Chance's confusion, and Quin's anger that I was upset, and the strange girl laughing? I had to get out of there. I'm sure my actions could be construed as immature, but I'm an empath. The emotional levels were high and I needed to focus on my own at that moment. So I left.

Chance found me later in the stairwell, and I got a bit of it off my chest. Not all of it, but I tried to explain things. Quin did tell me that he was bringing a friend with him to Vegas. A girl. But that they were just friends.

Pfft. Right.

They definitely weren't just friends when they came home.

So I was hurt, angry, confused, and humiliated.

It took a few days to calm down. Not with Siobhan or Chance. I mean, talking to them was easy. I know Siobhan wouldn't have done that to Harper, and I know that the shower was necessary because they got potion burns. That didn't stop me from freaking out when I saw it, or saying hurtful things to my best friend.

I was mean. I was angry, and hurting, and I was mean. That's a state I'm rarely ever in, and I felt like crap after that. I tried to text and call Shiv about it, but she was ignoring her phone.

By Thursday though, things were good. Shiv and I went dress shopping. I found the best dress to knock Chance's socks off for the Ball. Friday I had lunch with Pres and it was like… the last semester of him being gone never even happened.

Saturday was simply amazing. Mani/pedis, the spa, the hairdresser's, getting ready for the Ball, and Chance coming to pick me up. The look on his face when I opened the door was enough to tell me that he was actually looking at me as something other than a friend. That honestly made my heart soar. I needed that after the previous week.

Not only that, but he gave me a beautifully large bouquet of white roses and he lent me an exquisite ruby necklace that was a family heirloom. It matched my dress perfectly! He's got such a good eye for things, and he seems to really know what I like.


I could very easily fall in love with him.

Except things are still messy, and I know that it seems that he's being chosen by default… and that's not the truth at all.

Everyone was at the Ball, even Quin. I wasn't angry any longer. Subdued, because I know we need to sit down and talk, but not angry. I'm planning on talking to him, I just didn't want to do it at the Ball. The last thing any of us needed was more drama.

Chance was the perfect date to the Ball, and afterward we went to a hotel. We didn't do anything. Well besides talking, pigging out on awful food, watching a movie, and cuddling. It was honestly a perfect night. I love how easy and natural things seem between us. I noticed it on our movie night. I actually spent time in the kitchen that night without breaking anything, or ruining the pretzels. Just talking to him is amazing, and even if nothing else comes of it… I know that we're going to stay friends.

Sunday morning we went for brunch with the gang, and then Chance took me around Manhattan looking for the perfect vase for the roses. They look so pretty on one side of my vanity right now.

On the other side?


Aren't they beautiful? Chance sent me those this morning before my audition. On the card it said:

Good Luck! Whatever happens, don't forget you're already a star!

It's kept me smiling all day today. So much so that I totally blew them away at my audition this afternoon. The song I sang, the dance, the little monologue? It was all perfect.

I've got a really good feeling about this audition. They're letting us know about callbacks tomorrow, and I am not turning my phone off during class.


15 Jul 2012 23:48  |  by Jenna Donovan
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I totally slept with Chance Harper.

Okay, okay. I literally slept with Chance Harper. There wasn't any hanky panky going on, I just fell asleep on him while we were watching movies. I can't believe how good it felt to wake up next to (or, well, really, on top of) somebody.

It was awkward too though, because I mean, it was first thing in the morning, and I had bedhead, and my teeth weren't brushed. The only guy besides my dad that's seen me that way is Harper, and that's different. He's family.

As soon as Chance got up to go to the bathroom, I ran and grabbed my overnight bag. Brushed my hair, fingerbrushed my teeth, and hopped onto the bed. I figured since it was still really early that Chance would crawl into Quin's bed and get some sleep, but nope.

He crawled into his bed. To cuddle more.


He kissed me.

It wasn't super passionate or anything, and I couldn't tell whether he was just doing it because it's what he thought I wanted, or because he wanted to do it.

I liked it.

I'm pretty sure I blew it though, because I chickened out and just said I was going back to sleep. I doubt he'll attempt it again.

Plus, there's all that stuff with Quintin. I like Quin too, even if he brought another girl with him to Vegas for a week. I don't know why he didn't ask me, but he swore she was just a friend and I'm trying so hard not to be jealous about it.

I mean, I'm the one who said we should date and take things slow, so if I screwed that up too? Well that's my fault. It's not on him.

I really wish I'd dated more in high school, because I'd likely know what to do in situations like these.

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