Chapter 2: Christmas Play

"This is weird," Rory said, sitting down in the hard wooden chairs at the town hall.

"What?" Lorelai asked.

"Usually, when we go to these meetings Dean and I usually come together and sit with you and Luke. Now it's just you and me."

"Honey, up until two years ago, we've been sitting together alone every single meeting."

"Not every single meeting."

Before Lorelai could continue to debate with her daughter, Taylor knocked on the gravel at the podium.

"All right, people settle down," he said, loudly. "We have a lot of things to discuss."

"Taylor," Lorelai said. "Tu vestido es muy hemrosa."

"Thank you, Lorelai," Taylor said. "I don't know what you said, but I'm sure it was a compliment."

Taylor droned on with this usual things and Rory tapped Lorelai on the shoulder.

"Was it a compliment?" Rory whispered.

"Yeah," Lorelai whispered back. "That was Spanish for your dress looks very beautiful."

Rory and Lorelai quietly laughed, but Taylor caught them immediately.

"May I ask what you two are laughing at?" Taylor asked.

"What you just said," Lorelai said.

"I just said that the sports director of Stars Hollow High quit and we have a job opening for anyone who needs the job."

"Oh. We thought you said something else. Go on."

Taylor dropped the subject and moved on.

"All right," Taylor continued "Last subject of the evening. Now the people who sponsored the 'Festival of Living Art' has chosen us to put on this year's Christmas play. The play is undecided, but you can give suggestions of what the play should be. I'll have Miss Patty pass out three ideas that we have already have. There will be a suggestion box in which you will put in your suggestions of the play. Remember, people, all the other cities of Connecticut have done the story of the first Christmas. I would like us to be original. Also, the theme of the play has to have a Christmas theme. The next meeting when our performance is announced will be in two days being that we only have two weeks. That's all for the evening. Meeting adjourned."

Taylor knocked the gravel again and everyone started to leave. Both Rory and Lorelai were excited about the play. Miss Patty handed them the ideas that Taylor came up with. The two of them scanned the list as they walked towards Rory's house. Lorelai was going to spend the night and tomorrow night, Rory would spend the night at her mother's.

"There's only two," Lorelai said.

"Well, you know Taylor," Rory said. "He's not very open minded."

"Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat? This doesn't have a Christmas theme."

"It has a bible theme, though."

"It still would suck. A midsummer night's dream renamed A midwinter night's dream? What kind of play is this?"

"A midsummer night's dream is a Shakespeare play. It has many stories going on at once. One is the love triangle, more like rectangle, between Helena, Demetreous, Li Sander, and Hermia. It's sort of the basic storyline. So the other stories don't matter."

"How do you know this?"

"You forgot I had to take a Shakespearian class in high school. There was one part where I had to read on of Hermia's monologues."

"Oh, right I forgot. It's been so long. You up for doing this?"

"Only if you are."

"Oh, I definitely am."

Rory and Lorelai walked inside Rory's house.

"I have to tell Dean about the job opening in Stars Hollow High," Rory said, making a bag of popcorn.

"Why?" Lorelai asked.

"Because he's always wanted a job like that. He hates his job."

"What does he do? I forgot."

"He works for a financial company."

"Why does he work there if he doesn't like it?"

"Until he gets the job he's applying for, he wants to earn some money to take care of the both of us."

"Yeah, but you're a published writer. Don't you earn enough money from your books?"

"Dean likes to feel like he's helping out. Popcorn's ready!"

Lorelai started the tape and turned on Casablanca. A few minutes into the movie, Lorelai paused the movie.

"Hey!" Rory said. "You know the rule. No pausing during Casablanca."

"I just had a brilliant idea," Lorelai said. "We should act out one of your books. You know, with the depressed guy and he's Christmas shopping and he falls in love with a lady who's really an angel."

"Snowy Sidewalks."

"Yeah, that one."

"I don't know."

"What?"

"It's going to be a lot of work writing it as a script. Plus, it might be really depressing."

"So what? Taylor and the rest of the town will love it. Plus, you're a famous author. Taylor would be proud to say-" Lorelai mimicked Taylor's tone. "-this play was written by our very own Rory Gilmore Forester."

"Okay, you've convinced me. We'll put in it the suggestion box tomorrow. 'This play was written by our very own Rory Gilmore Forester.' Forester.I miss Dean."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't go there."

"Sorry. Can we just play the movie so I forget about it?"

Lorelai took the movie off pause and they continued watching the movie. Rory was excited about having one of her books be a performance, but also she missed Dean. The question that had been in her head for twenty-four hours still remained. Would he be home for Christmas?

To Be Continued.