Note: I have no memory of attending any wedding reception, so I apologize if how I describe what happens next does not conform to commonly accepted wedding reception protocol.
Lindsey and her two comrades entered the reception hall, and all three of their jaws dropped. It was the most magnificent building the three of them had ever performed in. All four walls had paintings that looked good enough to be in museums. The carpet was made of a stunning velvet. The chairs around the tables were made from shiny metal, and the seats and backs were made of velvet.
They set up their equipment at the back of the reception hall. The dancing floor in front of them was the biggest and classiest dancing floor Lindsey had set foot on-or should we say wheel on.
The guests began entering and taking their seats. Lindsey became impatient. The people who she really wanted to see were the people she would be performing for-the bride and groom.
The reception hall was a third full. Then half full. Then completely full. Then Lindsey heard what she wanted to hear.
The Queen Of Genovia, Clarisse Renaldi, announced the arrival of Mia Thermopolis and Michael Moscovitz. Yes! Now the music could finally begin. Lindsey gasped upon seeing Mia Thermopolis in her wedding gown and Michael Moscovitz in his silver tuxedo. She felt small and insignificant when they both approached her, especially since Mia was five inches taller than her.
She began playing classical music, and continued to do so as Mia and Michael danced their first dance. Classical music continued through the speeches and toasts. Then, there were the father-daughter and mother-son dances. Finally, Mia and Michael started dancing again. And the dance floor opened to everyone.
At that point, Lindsey decided she would no longer stand still.
She glided on the outskirts of the dance floor, slowly at first, then faster in pace with her faster-paced songs such as "Crystallize" and "Heist". She completed lap after lap around the dance floor. While she was not going as fast as Olympic sprinters, she was moving faster than she had ever moved while playing her violin. Her energy seemed limitless. She did not ever want to stop. And she imagined everyone else felt the same at the moment.
Then she heard a gasp.
Her head swung around.
She saw that someone had knocked into the table holding the wedding cake. And it was about to fall over. Right on top of Mia and Michael.
Lindsey accelerated forward towards the cake. As she got closer, the cake's tilt got steeper. Would she reach the cake in time?
The answer was yes. Lindsey got her right hand on the cake, still holding her bow. But it was a big and heavy cake. Heavier than she expected. So she dropped her violin and put out her left hand as well.
It did no good.
Lindsey went down with the cake, and took Mia Thermopolis and Michael Moscovitz down with her.
Her eyes instinctively closed. Her mouth was filled with white chocolate and cake batter. She swallowed, then felt guilty about swallowing.
She was afraid to open her eyes. She wished she could plug her ears too. Not only had she spectacularly failed to stop the cake from falling, she had knocked down the Princess of Genovia and her new husband, ruining their fancy clothes, makeup and hair.
What do they think of me? What will they do to me?
