Chapter 10
"Breakfast at Club 33"
When we to bed the previous night after a hectic day of travelling from coast to coast and then attending a welcoming dinner, there was no denying the fact that God and I, well, today was the beginning of trying to get back on his good side.
"Uh," I groaned as I woke up, my naked body covered only by a bed sheet. "What a night!"
As I was waking up, the sounds of the shower were heard and it took me a moment to realize that Ron was already in the shower and while we didn't have anything going on in the morning, there was something else that was happening of great importance.
"Hey, KP," Ron said as he emerged from the bathroom wearing a dark blue bathrobe. "Shower's all yours if you want…wow! We sure made ourselves merry last night."
Ron was looking at all the discarded garments that we have removed from each other lying down on the floor as a result of our passionate love being made the previous night.
"You're telling me," I yawned, still trying to cover my naked body with the bed sheet. "But, it was something that we both needed to do to combat the stress of this trip."
"You mean what you needed to do?" remarked Ron as he went over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm just here to support you, Kim. After all, you are the one with the mission to get back on God's side, not me."
I had to remember that Ron was right about that. I was the one who had to try and get back on God's side, not him. Motioning for Ron to turn around, I got up and gathered my discarded suit from the night before proceeding into the bathroom to put a bathrobe on.
"By the way," I said, emerging from the bathroom wearing the bathrobe. "Aren't we supposed to be meeting my folks early this afternoon?"
"I thought we were supposed to meet them at LAX or something like that," guessed Ron.
"No, they have a car taking them from John Wayne," I said as I grabbed my white dress shirt and black sequin skirt from the closet. "They are coming in on American via Dallas and they should be here around lunchtime."
"If you want me to meet them here, then I can do that," suggested Ron. "Besides, don't you have rehearsal or something this morning?"
"It's only the choirs that need the rehearsal," I replied. "Me? I'm just the narrator reading off of a book that just happens to be the most popular book in the world, which is the bible. Besides, I'm attending a breakfast with Beau, Mary and Michael this morning."
Ron felt somewhat aghast that he wasn't invited to this breakfast. But, then again, nobody really cared about Ron anyway. To them, he was just this guy that was my escort and not my boyfriend. But, that was them and this was us.
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So, I changed into my white shirt and black sequin skirt with a pair of black nylon stockings and flats on my legs and feet. This outfit was dressy, but comfortable for my tastes. Nevertheless, I was led over to the exclusive Club 33 which was reserved for only the Disney elite.
"I see you slept very well last night," remarked Beau as I joined him and the Disneyland executives for breakfast. "We were actually all talking about your speech that you made last night."
"Yes," added Mary. "You certainly have made quite an impact at such a young age. And what's more is that you try to maintain a very balanced lifestyle with what you do. Not very many people your age can do such a thing."
It was nice to hear such complements from such important people, but it was all just morsels compared to what I needed to do.
"But, on the topic of the Processional," said Michael. "Are you familiar in any way with the story of Jesus, Kim?"
"Yes, but not all of it," I answered, taking a drink of orange juice. "It's been a while since I was at CCD, you know. The only major part of Jesus' life I am familiar with is his death and resurrection, since that is the most important part of his story."
"Well, the birth of Christ is just as important," remarked Beau. "Without celebrating Jesus' birth, we couldn't have had all that had happened. It's important to remember, Kim that Christmas is not about presents, decorations or anything like that."
I nodded my head, taking in all that these people were telling me about what I needed to do during the processional. They were clearly trying to get out a message that Christmas isn't what it is made out to be.
"Now, we stopped doing a part of the processional where we read James Allan Francis' One Solitary Life," said Mary. "However, Michael and I believe that it would be best if you be the one to read the passage when you do the processional Sunday night, Kim."
"Me?" I remarked, somewhat surprised and feeling bad for Beau. "But, what about Beau?"
"I will be doing the processional the way we have been doing it for several years," explained Beau. "I, Mary and Michael feel that it would be best if you be the one to read Francis' passage to get the message that the youth must savior just exactly what Jesus was supposed to be and what he stands for."
It seemed like such a powerful task to undertake, but I saw little choice in the matter. These people were giving me a challenge, just like Jesus had given me when it came to facing off against Eric and the Lowardians. It was a challenge that wasn't on the levels of those two, but they were significant nonetheless.
"I don't know what to say about this," I said, trying to find the words to respond to such a request. "But, if this is important for the sake of the holiday and such, then I will be honored to perform the processional with this passage."
"We are all glad that you have agreed to this," remarked Michael, handing me a pair of tickets. "Now we think that to give you a sense of what is to come for you, these tickets are VIP seating for Beau's rendition of the Candlelight Processional tonight. I think that you will be in awe of what you are about to see in terms of what you will be doing tomorrow night."
So, I left the breakfast feeling like I had gotten a firsthand look at what was to come. But, it still wasn't enough to me. Seeing the processional was one thing, but performing in it was another and only time would tell if I was truly up for the challenge…