He rubbed his eyes, sitting back on his chair, his back was killing him. He probably got that kind of stuff from his father. He couldn't imagine how bad it would be when he was older. He wanted to go to sleep, but he couldn't until all these photos were done uploading.
What photos?
Of Judy Garland.
Now most teenage boys have a celebirty crush, he was no expection, but he was in love with her. He was obessed with her. It was bad. And he knew he loved her. He was only 14 but he felt very mature for his age. He knew what love is, though he hadn't really experienced it offically.
Sometimes his heart ached because he could never have her. Sure, it's pathetic, he thought, but he just couldn't help it. Heck, even if he could, he wouldn't.
It all started at the tender age of 3, watching The Wizard of Oz, like most kids.
His favorite movie. It fascianted him, not just Judy, which was when he realized he like girls, the whole world of Oz, it haunted him too, in a good way, it was a mix of nostalgia from his childhood and the facisination of it. The magic of it, the beauty of the land in general. But he couldn't quite describe it.. It just haunted him. And he liked it. He always wanted to go to Oz. He loved the idea. Of fantasy, other worlds.
Music from the movies also helped it, and the Oz Festivals he went to as a child, god, he yearned to go back there one day.
He hadn't read all of the books yet, only a few, and that was a long time ago.
He had loved Oz orginally from when he was 3 to when he was 8.
He guesses he just got tired of it, not sure how, but he did.
Same with Judy.
But he was glad, because when he got back in to it, it made it all the more whimiscal.
He had got back into it around the age of 12, when that "Oz The Great And Powerful" movie came out. At first he didn't think much of it, but then, it started to intruige him and his interest in Oz was rekindled.
And for Judy.
No one knew he started to love it again, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't want anyone to know. And he just pretended it was a thing from the past, and everyone believed it.
He convinced his mother the only reason he saw Great And Powerful in the first place out of bordeom, she bought it.
Nevertheless, he never told anyone outside of a few friends, fearful of judgement. He had always been intersted in that sort of magical thing, almost like Michael Jackson in a way. That childlike point of view of it.
When the photos were done uploading, he sighed and decided to listen to Over The Rainbow, his comfort song.
That song always made him feel better. No matter what.
Judy's vocals, the instruments, the lyrics, the fact is was from Oz, everything.
He looked through his pictures on Windows Movie Maker, most of them being Judy, of course.
He got to Over The Rainbow and turned down his volume, paranoid of someone hearing it, as he sighed, listenting to the song.
Yes, he knew he'd never get to Oz, but as the song kept playing, maybe part of the thrill of his Oz addiction was he'd never be able to get there.
And he'd always dream of it.
As the song finished, he closed his eyes for a minute and sighed, shutting the laptop as he turned everything off, going to bed, hopeful of a dream about Oz or maybe Judy. Or at least fantasize about it.
Little did he know, soon it would be more than fantasy.
