The only thing worse than a trust exercise is having to work with the one man I’d rather never speak to again.
Avoiding Broadway's leading man is difficult, but not impossible. He's on the stage and I play in the pit. If I time things right, I rarely have to see him.
Did I mention he asked me out in college then left me hanging at dinner You’ve Got Mail style?
You can see why I’m determined to keep my distance.
Or was until our gung-ho producer pairs David and I up to do a promotional video for the show.
I don’t have time for this, I have a YouTube channel to get off the ground.
Now I’m stuck with David’s oversized ego, his five-star body, and his annoying habit of looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet.