Someone Like You,
By The One and Only… Rosie Scrivello, DDS ^-^
Authors Notes: 1. The names I used: Roger, Tesha, Silvia, Patrick, Linda and Mr. Denman were the names of people in the closing cast of CATS. I love them so much!!!
Roger Kachel - Mungojerrie (Luis/Orin) Tesha Buss - Rumpleteazer (Myself/Maureen/Summer)
Silvia Aruj - Tantomile (Olivia/Lost Little Girl) Patrick Mullaney - Tumblebrutus (Jon/Jon)
Linda Balgord - Grizabella (Willa/Hope) Jeffry Denman - Munkustrap (Mr. Assaye)
James Hadley - Skimbleshankes (Andrew/Ace)
You people, I love you, you were great. =^_^= I had the times of my life!!
2. Also, I the story gets off to a slow start because the lyrics progress quickly and I had too much to say… I know it's usually the other way around, but just a warning.
3. Based on #2 and problems I had writing it, the song interchanges between Roger and Tesha. Italics will be Tesha's feelings. Underlined will be Roger's. Underlined Italics are.. yes, the both of them.
I peer through windows, watch life go by. Dream of tomorrow, and wonder why.
As Tesha gaily bounced into String Chamber, she greeted Patrick with a giddy hello.
"PATRICK!!! HI HI HI HI!!!" the black violin case strung over her shoulder bounced up and down as she ran toward the string bass player.
"Hi.." he looked at her and wondered how someone could have so much energy. "How's James?" James was her boyfriend. Operative word: was. Of course, at the moment, he didn't know.
Her tears glazed over and teared up. "I don't know." With her spirit broken and past memories that happened only 2 weeks ago resurfaced, she jumped down the risers, put down her stuff, and started to unpack her violin.
"It's Tesha," came a voice from behind her. She couldn't help but smile and turn around.
"It's Silvia." Silvia and her were the best violinists of their grade, and best friends.
As they started to gossip as they tuned and rosined, unbeknownst to Tesha, Roger arrived. Roger walked over to Patrick, who was his good friend.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Sup?"
"Tesha's single," and he nudged him.
"Really? Wasn't she with… James?"
"Bring him up and she cries."
Roger looked at the floor, and changed his viola case from his left hand to his right hand. Still in deep thought, he trudged down the risers and watched Silvia and Tesha giggle together.
Soon enough, Linda arrived and joined the growing congregation of girls.
"Hey!"
"Linda! Hey!" Tesha ran over and hugged her friend.
"Hi Linda!" Silvia called from her violin case.
They gathered and talked and giggled and gossiped.
"Hey… Look Tesha.. It's Roooooggeer!" Linda said, rather loudly and tauntingly, pointing to Roger, who looked back at them at his name. She blushed and said repeatedly that she did not like him and things like that; Roger smiled to himself.
Of course, Mr. Denman had to arrive and the social gathering was over. String Chamber was there, and they were in it. Oh, the miseries of being a gifted string player!
The past is holding me, keeping life at bay. I wander lost in yesterday. Wanting to fly, but scared to try.
Tesha picked up her instrument to play the Concerto, but thoughts of James raced through her head. Two weeks had already gone by. 2 weeks without James. Bad enough, he was in her group and a few of her classes. Hoo-ray. It was only November; she had the rest of the year to spend with him… and he was always going to be there, silently taunting her without knowing it.
With her mind set on James and not on music, she constantly made mistakes, and Linda, her stand partner, noticed. While Mr. Denman was talking to the cellos about something that was out of tune…
"What's up with you?"
"Whatdaya mean?"
"You're screwing this up. You can't play. Something's up."
"Yeah. I know."
"What is it?"
Of course, at that moment, Mr. Denman went back to conducting the whole String Chamber from measure 35, so the conversation was broken off.
She glanced over to Roger during a few beats of rest.
But if someone like you, found someone like me, then suddenly, nothing would ever be the same!
***
It was 7.00pm, time for a break. The String Chamber, SC, ran for two hours, 6-8, and from 7.00 to 7.30, it was break time. Time to practice something newly learned, get retuned, relax and stuff. Most of the people just socialized and hung out with their friends.
In an attempt to win her over, or maybe just her friendship, Roger approached the wild and crazy group of girls.
"Hey."
"Roger! Tu fait l'amour avec moi????" Tesha blurted out. All four of them were French students, and Roger didn't need time to figure out what that meant.
"Um. No." Although, his mind was screaming, "HELL YES!!"
"Aw… you're no fun." Tesha fake-frowned and then smiled. And winked. Then she turned back to her friends.
Roger, with no one to talk to, also the happiest guy in the world, walked over to Patrick. Behind him, he could hear the girls laugh loudly, suddenly get quiet, and then laugh again. "They must be talking about me…" He thought to himself.
"Hey Rog." Patrick stopped playing his bass and put his bow on the stand.
"She winked at me," he could hardly contain his happiness.
My heart would take wing, and I'd feel so alive, if someone like you found me!
Patrick smiled, but rolled his eyes. "You're impossible!" With that, he picked up his bow, and went back to practicing his bass.
So many secrets, I longed to share. All I have needed is someone there…
She had a façade of happiness going, something she did often. A little too often for her taste. Her mind was dark, and she wanted to be alone to sulk off her loss of James. But still, she was a wild and crazy chick, and she had to keep that going. Unwillingly, she laughed and teased and went insane.
Roger again walked over to them, and tried to join their giggling. Alas, they were girls and they had weird minds. He tried to get a good glimpse at Tesha, but she kept moving around. When he finally did, he looked into her eyes. They weren't sparkling and bright, like he pictured. They were dead. The fire was gone.
"Oh Heeeeey Rooooooggger!" Linda sidled up to him. "Roger, this is TESHA!" She put her arm around him, and dragged him closer.
"Um, hi?" He was intimidated by the girls a bit. Especially Tesha.
"Hey! Roger!" She walked closer to him. He squiggled out of Linda's grasp and backed up a little. For a second, they caught eye contact. He saw her, and she saw him. It was a perfect moment. The world stopped.
To help me see a world I've never seen before… a love to open every door… to set me free, to let me soar!
"Everyone!" Mr. Denman's voice pierced the moment and they returned back to their seats. Tesha and Roger were nearly next to each other, so they constantly grabbed a glance at each other every so often. For if someone like you found someone like me, then suddenly, nothing would ever be the same! *** "Go on. I dare you," Linda whispered to Tesha, who nervously looked at Roger. "Okay. Yeah, I will, at break." Linda smiled. They picked up their violins and began to play. Tesha played with such skill and ease… and perfection. When Mr. Denman went to the Cellos and Basses, Linda again leaned over to Tesha. "Damn girl!" "In 10 minutes. 10 minutes. I have 10 minutes!" Linda fake rolled her eyes, and went back to watching the music. After the song was done, it was 7.00. Tesha gathered up her courage and walked over to the unsuspecting Roger. "Hey, Roger, can I, um talk to you?" "Sure…" he got up and set his viola down. "Alone," Tesha mentioned, looking around at all the people. "Oh my god. Is she? I don't know.. I think…" He thought to himself as he followed Tesha to behind the second traveler curtain. They were finally facing each other. The silence there was deafening to the both of them. Tesha shifted uncomfortably. My heart would take wing, and I'd feel so alive, if someone like you loved me! "Would you like to go to the January dance?" Tesha blurted out unexpectedly. "Sure," came the immediate reply. Loved me… "Wow.. that was, uh, quick…" At a loss for words: She had a boyfriend! A real boyfriend!! Their eyes locked once more, and they looked into them. Roger saw the fire return. The brightness came back. She smiled, as well. The first real smile in a long time. Loved me… And that was the beginning of their perfect relationship.