Never Enough

be perfect.” They already had tenants lined up for the triplex they were renovating. One couple had a mixed-race boy, seven and a half years old and bright. Andy could have gone straight into brainstorming mode, but they had time for that later. So much time, he thought, stunned all over again. He closed the laptop, stood up, kissed Victor, and said, “We’ll watch that again later. It’s kind of inspiring.”
“Seems like everything is inspiring lately.”
“You have a point. Well, you know they say use it or lose it. At this rate, we’ll never lose it.” Victor was laughing. Andy patted his ass. “Let me get my pants on and we’ll go get drunk.”
Chapter 4
February 2019
Before they left Australia, Victor spent some time composing an email to his agent about his plan for an extended break. Then he and Andy both got on the phone with their friend Rory to tell her they wanted to do things with the Underground Cabaret. “Okay,” she said casually. Then, “How many things, all the things? Both of you? Are you not out of town? What’s going on, are you okay?”
Andy made a ‘what the fuck’ face at Victor, who stifled a laugh. “Honey, we’re fine. We’re both fine. But we’re tired, and Victor’s going into that movie shoot, and then he’s got another one starting next summer.”
“I was like, fuck it,” Victor contributed, and heard a sound of agreement from Rory. They were on speaker, not FaceTime, but he could imagine her face. She’d been bitching at Andy for years about overdoing things, and at Victor ever since the shooting. Plus, of course, she knew what was going on with Andy now. “We don’t need the money. I don’t want to cram another big job in there. And if I’m doing smaller things I want to do them with Andy, that’s all.”
“Okay. Okay.” A pause while Rory collected herself. “So I’m assuming the ‘Milonga’ show in September.”
“Right,” Andy and Victor said together. Andy added, “And we want to do a thing for ‘Spy Games.’ Mr. & Mrs. Smith. We wanted to do it way back at the ‘Assassins’ show but then fucking ‘Vice’ pulled Victor out of town.”
“Those fuckers,” Rory agreed. “What do you want for ‘Milonga?’
Because I’ll put you down now and if anyone wanders in with the same song I’ll tell them to try again.”
Victor giggled while Andy said, “Love is Blindness. The Jack White track that Ricky and Anya used for their apache. It will not be an apache.”
“Jesus, I hope not. I mean after seeing what you guys did with ‘Mano a Mano’ I think people would be calling 911 if you did an apache.” They’d done a fight number in Tanith’s movie that people talked about everywhere they went.
“Yeah, no. Ricky has fifty-plus pounds on Anya. My physical therapist would order a hit if I tried to do that shit with Victor.”
“Do not do that shit. Anyway cool, so much cool, all the cool. What about next year?”
“Well, Dana told you about this Broadway idea, right?”
“Yeah. Is that for real?” Excited all over again.
Victor said, “Andy’s going to put me through chorus boy boot camp.”
Rory laughed. “We were thinking maybe April. If we could get Chrome the week before Alison’s showcase.”
“Oh, if you could get Chrome.” Rory’s voice was full of sarcasm.
“Would Tyrone and Terry find a date for you guys? Hmm, what do I think, I think hellz the fuck yeah. Whenever you want, basically. They’ll have to price the tickets like one of those Virgin space flights or people will tear the fucking place down trying to get in.” Andy and Victor both laughed. “Come to think of it, there’s going to be a scalping situation if we advance-press your other things. Do you want to keep those on the down-low?”
Andy and Victor stared at each other for a second. Victor said, “Yeah.
Keep us off the official cast list. We’re doing this for fun, not to be pulling focus.”
“We could put us on the table talkers and tease it without our names, like
‘special guests,’ on the main poster,” Andy said. “The one at the club for the show nights. That way it’ll be people who were going to come to the show anyway. You know you always sell out with ‘Milonga.’”
“Okay. With you we already have six confirmed for ‘Spy Games’ too.
What the fucking fuck, it’s not till November, people are way ahead of this thing.”
“Are a bunch of people using James Bond music?” Victor was grinning.
“Oh yeah. When the theme went up Vince had a full-on bitchfest because there was something he immediately wanted to do with Kelli, but he and Michelle are going to Ohio for the championship that month. The dates are only a week apart, there’s no way. So Dmitri’s going to dance with Kelli again.” Rory sounded pleased about that. All of the Cabaret people were pleased when Dmitri participated. He was pretty much everybody’s surrogate father.
“Great. Okay. Well,” Andy glanced at Victor again; it seemed they had the main points communicated. “We’re on our way back to L.A. tomorrow.
First twenty-four hours home will be recuperating from that bitch of a flight,
and groveling to Molly.”
“Molly’s fine. She’s been over here with me and the pack a lot.”
“I know. You’re the best. We’ll get together for dinner soon, okay?”
“You bet. I’ll tell Dana about the plan, she’s going to be psyched. Love you guys.”
“Love you too.” They all got off the phone. Andy set it aside, stretched, and threw a leg over Victor’s. “It’s too bad I can’t do a show of stills from our porn tour.” Victor laughed. “The world deserves to see you naked.”
“You too.”
“And legit post-coital.” Victor waved a hand like ‘stop.’ Andy did not stop. “Hey, maybe you should check with the producers of next year’s movie, find out if the accidental publication of X-rated photographs would void your contract.” Victor was giggling. Andy was grinning up at the ceiling. If they hadn’t both been