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Dare The DevilChapter 19 – Lori
School started again. And I was grateful, because I needed a break from my break. The first week back was all about dress rehearsals for the three one-act plays that would constitute the Spring Drama Festival. They were fine, I guess. I don’t know, because I wasn’t in them and I didn’t watch them. Back stage at a high school play is an amazing microcosm of the human race…Actors and actresses prancing around seeking to be catered to, or else doing last minute cramming for the lines they got wrong the night before…The director, oops, I mean Director, surveying the kingdom and barking-out orders to the slaves, makeup girls (and the occasional guy, though there weren’t many ‘cause that was really not cool to be a boy makeup girl in high school) and costume seamstresses trying to help everyone look gorgeous, while the lights-sound-camera technicians quietly hold the entire thing together. And everyone talking about who likes who, and who’s going with whom, or used-to-be-going-with-who-until-you-know-who-did you-know-what and Oh My God I can’t believe he would do that… The usual. And, of course, stars-of-other-plays-actors-of-the-year hanging around. No, I didn’t take a job like lights or anything else that might actually help. I just stood around, being cool, thinking about the last 2 months of my life in high school, thinking about Voices and Communing and being the next Rock God and the Forerunners and Anti-this and Ante-that. Mrs. Terry the drama teacher thought I was going through a “Senior-thing.” Yeah. Right. At that point something had changed in me. It wasn’t all wow-I’m-so-special-and-you-are-all-such-losers. I had moved past that, if that’s the term, primarily because I was really, really beginning to think this was all true…And the responsibilities…And Who is Jesus…And what do I do next…that’s what filled my life and thoughts and time. Perhaps if I’d had massive amounts of work I would never have had the time-luxury to get involved in all this silly seriousness…I thought about the old “Idle hands do the Devil’s work,” but it didn’t seem funny and I wasn’t doing the Devil’s work anyway, was I? Was I? And as I wandered through the back stage area I kept noticing all the girls, of course, boys do that, but this one girl in particular. Standing around me, just being there, but kind of a little bit more than just by chance…And she was really, really cute…about 5 foot 3, blond, with the sweetest, angelic face, as perfectly proportioned as the rest of her, and…she started every now and then talking to me. I had met her for the first time last November when I gave my actor-of-the-year-winning-performance in a real play, not these one-acts that were just for kids. She was a makeup girl, not for me personally but for one of the other kids in the play. And when I drove to the cast party she got a ride with me and another of her girlfriends. I was quite arrogant and appropriately petulant, treating the girls to a 10 minute diatribe on the director and how she had let me and the rest of the entire cast down…Ho Hum, the usual. Well, it has often been said that a boy chases a girl until she catches him, and that certainly was the case here. I learned later as we grew closer and fell in love and I cherished her more than life itself that Lori had decided on that night, four months ago in November, that she really liked me and some day we would be boyfriend and girlfriend. She had just waited until now to let me know it. Oh, not in any direct way; that wasn’t necessary. When a high school boy wants to impress a high school girl and get her attention he joins the football team and lifts weights and wears muscle shirts and stars in plays and all kinds of other silliness. But when a girl wants to get a boy’s attention all she has to do is say “Hi,” and his total devotion and adoration belong to her forever. So, for reasons I could not understand, but was incredibly flattered anyway, Lori started saying “Hi” to me. She had my undivided attention the first time she said, “How are you, Sam?” Despite my ego and Forerunner-of-Christ and all that, I was still incredibly shy, and if Lori hadn’t initiated that contact I probably would never have talked to her. But she did. And I was entranced by not only her looks but by her lilting voice, and when she told me she was a Christian and played the piano and lived just down the street from me, well, even being the genius I was I finally got the hint, and gathered the courage to ask her out. She said yes. The rest would soon be history. |
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