Ronnie is blinking at him like David just announced he wants to take tap lessons so he can headline a revival of 42nd Street.
“Patrick Brewer,” she drawls, eyebrow raised in what might be respect. Incredulity, but respect. “David, when I said you needed a name to get your next project off the ground, I didn’t expect you to point to the cover of People Magazine and say, ‘ah yes, him.”
“Excuse you, it was Vanity Fair.”
Or, a music superstar and a disgraced theatre director try to find common ground in the state of Denmark.
- Part 1 of favored nations
Ronnie looks at him over her mocha, a sweet choice of beverage David is continually surprised by, given how salty she usually is. “I have a feeling you’ll be getting that a lot.”
“What? Swooning ingenues?”
“People slow to realize that Patrick Brewer is human just like the rest of us.”
David makes a face because he knows exactly how Patrick would respond to that. An eye roll would definitely be involved.
Or, this is your half-hour call to Part Two of Favored Nations. Half hour.
- Part 2 of favored nations
“How long do I have you for?”
“For the next 43 hours,” Patrick replies, and the feeling of disbelief in David’s gut morphs into desire, into want, accompanied by something he cannot yet name.
“Then we better make the most of them.”
Or, this is your places call for Part Three of Favored Nations. Places.
- Part 3 of favored nations
A theatre director wants to meet with you about a project.
Shall I push him to after SNL?
Patrick glances down at his phone resting next to him on the piano bench, ignoring a few push notifications from Instagram as he picks it up and swipes it open. What on earth does a theatre director want with him?
What’s the project?
Or, (parts of) Favored Nations from Patrick's POV.
- Part 4 of favored nations