The next day, Jack and Rose went to check out the acting job Rose had seen in the newspaper. The Titanic's sinking was still in the paper, but no longer in the headlines. A play was going on when they arrived, so they went into a nearby saloon.
"Can I get an Irish beer, please?" asked Jack. "And maybe a water for the lady." Rose nodded.
"Yes, of course," said the blonde, curly-haired woman at the bar. She had her back to them the whole time. Still not facing them while getting a beer for another customer, she handed Jack his beer. "Here you are, sir. Genuine Irish beer, it is! Brewed with ingredients from my homeland of Dublin." She had a very familiar thick Irish accent.
"Lynette, is that you?" asked Rose.
The woman turned to face her. "Rose?" asked Lynette. She handed a man, Martin Schrieffer, the second beer for the other customer. "Give this to that man on the end, Martin." Martin nodded. "Rose, I haven't seen you in so long! Where have you been?"
"We pretty much had to sneak off the ship due to a man who’s been trying to ruin our lives," Jack explained.
"Oh," said Lynette. "Rose, I thought you liked the Irish beer!"
"Oh, I shouldn't have any. I’m not sure what it'll do to the baby," she said.
"You're pregnant? That's wonderful!" exclaimed Lynette. "What happened to Joshua, though?"
"Pneumonia," replied Jack.
"Ah…" said Lynette. "I'm so sorry."
"It's all right. He's with his real family now," said Rose.
"Hmm…so, what brings you here?" asked Lynette.
"Rose saw an ad in the newspaper about an acting job on Broadway," said Jack.
"You're thinking about Broadway? Rose, that's a great idea!" exclaimed Lynette. "I'll be sure to be at all of your plays!"
"Oh, you're so sweet, Lynette! But I was just thinking about it," Rose told her.
"You really should, Rose. You'd be great at it," said Lynette. She looked over her shoulder. "If you want that job, now would be a good time. Looks like that play just ended." Jack and Rose turned around, then looked back at Lynette.
"Thank you so much, Lynette, and we'll be here to visit a lot more often now that we know you're here!" Rose said. "Come on, Jack." Jack finished his beer and handed Lynette the money.
"On the house," said Lynette. Jack nodded his thanks and was led out by Rose.
"Jack, how do I look? Do I look good enough for an audition?" Rose asked.
"Rose, you look…" Jack was about to say, but she cut him off.
"I mean, how's my hair? Does it look windblown?" she asked.
"Rose, as I was just about to say…" Jack tried again, but it didn't work.
"I sure hope that I don't look a little too big for this. I don't want the director thinking I'm fat," Rose commented.
Jack stopped her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Rose, you look beautiful," he said.
"Oh, thank you, Jack!" Rose exclaimed.
She kissed him before they walked in.
*****
"So, Mrs. Dawson, what do you enjoy doing most of all?" asked the director.
"I enjoy walking through my father's garden. I like to spend time with my sweetheart, Jack, and I used to…" Rose paused, remembering the time that Jack had her flying on the bow of the Titanic.
"Go on," said the director.
"Well, would you find it crazy if I said I enjoy flying on the bow of a ship?" asked Rose. Jack looked at her funny from behind the director.
The director gave her a puzzled look. "I'm sorry. Flying on the bow of a ship?" he asked. "Which ship?"
"Tell me, sir, does my name sound at all familiar?" Rose asked him.
"Now that you mention it, it kind of does…were you interviewed for an article about…about…" the director asked, struggling to remember. It had been nearly four weeks since the article came out.
"The Titanic sinking?" Jack suggested.
"Yes! You're the Rose Dawson that had been interviewed about the Titanic's sinking! What do you mean by flying on the bow of the ship?" the director asked again.
"When Jack and I first realized that we were in love, he showed me how to fly on the bow. He had me step up onto the railing and he held out my arms, so it felt like I was flying," Rose explained.
The director nodded. "You seem perfect for a part in my play! You've got the job, Mrs. Dawson!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Rose exclaimed, shaking the director’s hand.
"Be sure to be here tomorrow morning at six for rehearsal," said the director, and he left the room. Rose leapt out of the chair and into Jack's arms.
"Rose, this is wonderful!" Jack exclaimed, kissing her head. "This must be celebrated the right way!"