“Is that why you've been so upset?”
Jonah held onto my arm as we stood
behind the curtains, seconds away from his premier.
I just dropped the, “my ex-boyfriend,
the guy who gave you a bloody nose, is now my mentor” bomb on him.
Without a second thought I immediately threw my hands over my mouth.
I felt like such an idiot. It was like word vomit. I was sick from
holding it in, waiting for the right moment, that I just burst with
the truth the minute he asked.
Why? I kept repeating in my
head Why did you have to ruin the biggest moment of Jonah's life?
“7...6...” The
stage manager continued to slowly count down.
I nodded my head as
I, ironically, could no longer speak. Jonah laughed under his breath
and let go of my arm.
I felt my body
cringing from the inside. What had I done?
Because of me his
show was going to be ruined. I saw it flash before my eyes: He would
miss his entrance because he's so angry. His monologue wouldn't get
any laughs because he wasn't delivering them in his normal charming
way. The audience would hate him and his producer would be livid. He
would get fired after the first day, and...and it would be all my
fault! He would hate me forever!
“Oh my God, Lynn,
are you okay?” Jonah whispered as he looked at my worried face.
I snapped back to
reality, shaking off the horrible vision I just had. “Am I okay?
Are YOU okay? You aren't upset are you?”
“5....4...” The
stage manager shouted over us.
“Why would I be
upset?” Jonah looked at me with a confused smile. “Unless he hurt
you...then I would be upset.” His smile vanished as he spoke
seriously.
“No, he didn-”
Before I could finish a crew member yanked Jonah away.
“Seriously Jonah,
take your mark! We're on in 3...2...” The dark shadowy backstage
filled with a burst of light as the curtains were lifted. Jonah
winked at me before he walked out. The curtains fell back down and
the room once again filled with darkness.
I continued to
stand where Jonah had left me. “What just happened?” I whispered to
myself.
“You can go
through those double doors and out the back hallway. It'll lead you
to the side of the stage. Do not open the main doors to the studio
until the recording light flashes off. You can watch through the
window until then. Once you're in, Jonah's mom and sisters are
sitting behind the camera men.” The crew member who pulled Jonah
on stage directed me. I nodded my head and went on my way.
I watched Jonah's
monologue from behind the closed doors. He spoke vividly, like he was
catching up with an old friend after years of being separated. He
engaged with his on screen “side-kick” and the house band. The
audience seemed to be enjoying it. He was completely natural, like
nothing was bothering him.
The red recording
light turned off as the show strolled into commercials. A crowd of
workers quickly surrounded Jonah. His hairstylist fixed his hair, a
couple of makeup artists dabbed on more powder, while someone else fixed
his tie.
I shuffled through
the production crowd and sat in the private seating area with Jonah's
family.
“Lynn, dear, how
are you?” Jonah's mom stood up to give me a hug. “Where were you?
You missed his monologue!”
“I'm fine. I was
backstage with Jon.” I said as I leaned in to hug Casey then Mandy.
There was a cheer
in the audience when I turned around to see Jonah walking towards us.
He came straight over to his mom, “How was it?”
“It was so good!'
She proclaimed. “Amazing! You did so well, Honey!” She started
choking up the more she spoke. “I can't believe my baby's growing
up so fast! Your dreams are coming true Joni!”
“Mom” Jonah
laughed embarrassingly as he tried to quiet her down.
“Jonah, we need
you at your desk. We'll be filming in 15 seconds...15 seconds...” A
woman with a clipboard and headset shouted from the stage. Jonah ran
back and got into place.
He was whisked away
once again. We continued to watch the remainder of his show. There
were a couple of funny bits proceeded by the interviews with his
guests.
After the show was
over the five of us headed downtown for dinner. There were a few
interruptions along the way as people had slowly started to realize
that the face plastered all over town was Jonah.
We ate and drank
wine and chatted for a couple of hours. Most of the conversation
revolved around Jonah and how proud we were of him. There was a
moment of sadness when his mom brought up Jonah's dad. It was evident
that each one of the kids was upset their father wasn't there to
share this occasion with them.
After dinner
Jonah's mom and Casey headed back to Long Island and Mandy back to
Dartmouth. Jonah insisted that I stay the night at his place.
He sighed a huge
sigh of relief as soon as we'd gotten inside. Within seconds Jonah
had taken off his suit jacket and untucked his shirt. His body
relaxed as he spread his legs across the couch.
“So, tell me
again how this whole mentorship came about.” He asked as I handed
him a bottle of water.
I told him the
whole story from beginning to end. “Jonah, I'm sorry.” I dropped
my head in shame. “I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you earlier. I
didn't mean to freak you out, but when you asked, I just kinda froze
and didn't know how much to say.” I shrugged.
“I don't want you
feel like you can't tell me things Lynn. Especially things like
this.” Jonah leaned off the couch to emphasis this tone. “I know
you're used to him always getting angry with you, but I'm not like
that Lynn. I'm not going to scold you for being human.”
“You're not mad
that we're working together?” I peeked at him from the corner of my
eyes.
“I'm upset that
you're put in this position when I know you don't want to be. I'm not
mad that it's him you're working with. I know you love me...through
everything.” Jonah smiled.
“Through
everything.” I repeated.