Godfrey loved musicals. He was especially fond of Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals. So much so that, for his birthday, his mother bought him three tickets to see a performance of Cats in the entertainment district of Roehampton. Adorably, his mother had bought the extra two tickets with Dylan and Luke in mind specifically.
“Is it adorable?” Luke asked when Godfrey told his roommates that. “Or did she just not want to have to come with you?”
That was actually entirely likely. Godfrey’s mother thought musicals, and indeed the theatre in general, were a waste of time. She liked to devote her time to things like gardening, knitting, and roller derby. His mother was an avid roller derby fan. She watched televised roller derby events. Usually they were being broadcast live from somewhere in a different time zone so she was forced to stay up well into the night to be able to watch it because his parents had refused to keep up with the times and had no way to record things as their VCR had recently broken.
Regardless of the reasoning or intention behind the extra tickets,when the performance date came, both Luke and Dylan attended the musical with Godfrey. If Dylan was displeased, he hid his feelings much better than Luke, who was quite vocal about his lack of interest.
“I hate cats,” he announced on the subway as the three of them made their way to the theatre.
“The animal or the musical?” Dylan asked, eating liquorice that he had taken from his coat pocket a few minutes earlier. Godfrey was mildly concerned about that liquorice. He wanted to know where Dylan had gotten it originally and how long it had been inside his coat pocket. Dylan seemed like the kind of kid that would’ve had to have been monitored closely on Halloween, lest he end up drugged and tied to a chair in some creep’s underground bunker for a decade.
“Both,” Luke grunted in response.
“This might be my favourite of all Andrew Lloyd Webber’s works,” Godfrey said, only partially to annoy Luke. Dylan snorted indignantly through his mouthful of liquorice.
“God, it’s like you haven’t even seen Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat,” he returned. Luke looked physically pained.
They reached the theatre, handed their tickets over to the ushers, and then went and found their seats. Godfrey was extremely excited. Luke looked very upset with himself, like he was disappointed that he’d allowed himself to be conned into seeing a musical and one about cats no less. Godfrey hoped that the magic of the musical would help him have a change of heart, but that seemed highly unlikely. Luke was set in his ways, especially the angry ones.
They settled into their seats, arranged with Dylan in the middle, at which point they noticed that Luke’s very freshly ex-girlfriend Rachel was sitting directly in front of them in the row ahead with two of her own friends, Zoe and Brie. Godfrey was quite pleased to see them because, prior to the break-up, he’d had a little bit of a flirtation happening with Zoe. He’d assumed that he’d never get the chance to see how that was going to pan out now that Rachel had dumped Luke, but it seemed the fates had smiled upon him. Luke, of course, was significantly less pleased. He was in fact quite angry about it. Godfrey could tell because his eyebrows were furrowed low above his eyes. And that was even before Rachel turned her head slightly to the left and caught sight of him in her periphery.
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” she sighed, turning fully in her seat to look at them. “What the hell could you possibly be doing here?”
Luke pointed to Godfrey in answer. Godfrey grinned at them, Zoe specifically. She blushed sheepishly and his grin widened even further.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to be upset about seeing me,” Luke told Rachel. “You dumped me.”
“Yeah, only because we dated for eight months and you paid more attention to your dog and Dylan than you ever did to me,” Rachel retorted bluntly.
“In his defense, Gus is a wicked dog and I’m amazing,” Dylan cut in, flashing a surely unhelpful grin at Rachel.
“Gus is the best dog,” Godfrey agreed, turning to look at Dylan. “You’re alright.”
“I despise all of you,” Luke announced in a growl, slouching in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant fifth grader. Godfrey chose to ignore this entirely and instead struck up a conversation with Zoe about the zucchini pasta she’d had for dinner earlier that night. Dylan kept smiling at Rachel until she turned back around in her seat with a huff and began chatting loudly to her friend Brie about the guy she’d met two weeks previously. Apparently things were going well, specifically because he didn’t own a dog nor was he deep in the throes of gay love with his roommate. Dylan found that particular comment very amusing, but Luke looked significantly less charmed. He seemed almost pleased when the house lights dimmed and the curtains opened for the beginning of the musical. Certainly, he was relieved.
At the end of the show, after Godfrey had mouthed along to the entirety of “Memory”, Zoe slipped him her phone number, which she’d written on a torn corner of the show program. Rachel glared at Luke as she and her friends left the theatre. Luke made them wait a solid fifteen minutes before they too could leave, lest they end up exiting the theatre as a part of the crowd directly behind Rachel and her friends.
On the subway back to their apartment, Godfrey began singing “Memory”. Dylan cut him off part way through to sing “Close Every Door” from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. By the time the two of them had managed to transform it into a medley of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s greatest hits, beginning with “Superstar” and transitioning surprisingly smoothly into “All I Ask”, Luke had gotten up and moved to the back of the train car to get away from them. He pretended not to know them. He even went so far as to pick up a copy of the free public transit newspaper that sat in untouched bundles in the subway stations. If anything, it made it even more conspicuous because there wasn’t a single person on the train not watching at him and Dylan. Some people had even joined in, which was lovely. Godfrey felt like he was living inside his very own musical. And then some grumpy man in a pinstriped suit told them all to “shut the hell up and fuck off”, which slightly dampened the mood of almost everybody, except for Luke, who was positively delighted.