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Author's Note: If anyone wants to see the Corcoran Gallery, here is the link. http://www.corcoran.org/events/
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THE CORCORAN GALLERY
WASHINGTON, DC
Completed in 1897 by Ernest Flagg the Corcoran Gallery is one of the most beautiful buildings in Washington, D.C. It houses the art collection of William Wilson Corcoran, a banker turned philanthropist, for whom the gallery is named. The two-story structure has as a Beaux-arts design with Greek accents. It is a combination of elegance and beauty. Coincidentally Flagg also designed Annapolis Naval Academy.
Tonight's ball was a charity ball, sponsored by the USO. The event was to raise money for the families of those killed in the September 11th attacks. Over the course of the past year, there had been many charity events. They had been somber experiences, tonight almost a year after the attacks, it was decided that this event would be a night to celebrate the American Spirit and the lives of those who had been lost. This gala was a trip back in time.
The sounds coming from the Corcoran Gallery were the sounds of the Moonlight Swing Band. This non-profit group pays tribute to Glenn Miller's Army Air Force Band through use of Miller's original arrangements. They recreate the feel of the World War II era by performing in authentic World War II Army Air Corp Uniforms.
They walked into the Gallery to the tune of Moonlight Serenade, one of Glen Miller's hits.
"This is incredible," Bobbie said, smiling at the group. "Harm, how did you find out about this?"
"It was in the Washington Post. You have no idea how hard it was to hide this from you." Harm said looking at Mac. "I had to keep removing the society section from your paper." He continued with a laugh.
"So that's why my paper was such a mess, I kept calling the delivery department yelling at them." Mac said giving Harm a playful smack. "Harm this really is beautiful. I can't believe you did this. It was worth the suspense."
"Anything for you Mac," Harm replied with a smile, he then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I love you."
Sturgis slapped Harm on the back, "You have outdone yourself my friend. Thanks for sharing the credit."
"Harm, the tickets must have cost you a fortune. I want to contribute." Bud said.
"No need Bud, you and Sturgis picked up the cost of the clothes. Don't worry about it." Harm replied.
The couples walked over to their table. They noticed that there was already a wrap on one of the chairs. "I guess we are sharing the table with someone else." Harriet said.
"Oh didn't I mention it? The Admiral and Meredith are joining us." Harm said.
"Harm? Telling our friends about us is one thing, but the Admiral is going to realize that we are a couple if he sees us here." Mac said with a concerned tone.
"Mac, he knows. I was in his office when I saw the ad. We were talking about it and I told him that this was something I wanted to take you to." Harm replied. "Mac, the Admiral said as long as we don't let it interfere with our duties, he has no problems."
Mac was speechless. Part of her was upset with Harm for telling people without discussing it with her first. But the other part of her, couldn't love Harm more. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, deeply and passionately. She didn't care who saw.
"Good evening everyone, don't we all look like a blast from the past?" The Admiral remarked. He was dressed in an authentic uniform just like the others. Standing with him was Meredith Cavanaugh. She looked stunning in her gown.
"Hello, you all look wonderful," Meredith exchanging hand shakes with the group.
Mac and Harm were still in their embrace and did not notice the Admiral and Meredith standing there. "Commander care to come up for some air?" The Admiral joked. Mac and Harm looked at the Admiral and blushed.
"Sorry Sir," Harm said extending his hand."
The Admiral smiled, "Tonight it's AJ."
Harriet and Bud went to dance. Bobbie and Sturgis joined them as they glided around the dance floor to the sounds of yesterday.
AJ, Meredith, Mac and Harm were sitting together watching them.
"Mac, your dress is so beautiful. It is an exact replica of a dress I saw at the display at the Smithsonian. It was worn by Betty Grable." Meredith said.
"I wish I could take the credit, Harm never even told me about all this. He picked the dress and had it delivered to my apartment earlier today." Mac answered.
"Mac, I have to say it. That man is in love." Meredith stated with a smile.
"Meredith so am I. I still can't believe that this is real sometimes. All it took was a bang on the head and a bunch of dreams." Mac said with a laugh.
AJ stood up and asked Meredith to dance. They were a striking couple.
Harm reached over and put his arm around Mac. "So do you think we should show them how it's done?" He asked.
"Absolutely." Mac answered with a smile. As they walked to the dance floor, the band was playing "All The Things You Are" by Tommy Dorsey. Mac and Harm floated around the dance floor. Their friends watched them as they danced; they looked deeply into each other's eyes. It was as if they were the only two people in the world.
Anyone watching Mac and Harm together would either have to be blind or a fool not to see that they were very much in love. This love they shared filled the room. It was as if anyone who looked at them or was near them suddenly felt a magic and passion like no other.
Very few words were spoken that night, the group danced and laughed. The Corcoran Gallery looked like Harm's dream. The first one he had. He never took his eyes off of Mac the entire evening, not even when he did a Lindy with Harriet.
As the evening came to an end, the bandleader came to the microphone.
"Ladies and Gentleman, on behalf of the Moonlight Swing Band, the USO and the Families of the Victims of September 11th, I would like to thank you for your generosity. The events of September 11th are still with us, they will never leave us. If the events have taught us one thing, it is to be proud of who we are. Americans. To hold our heads up high and most importantly, live our lives but never forget. Thank you all for coming and again thank you for your generosity."
The last song began; a tenor sax played the introduction to a sultry and seductive song. Etta James had made this her signature song in the 1950's. But Glenn Miller had made it famous in the 40's. Harm took Mac in his arms and they glided across the dance floor. A young woman approached the microphone and began to sing:
At last, my love has come along, my lonely days over, and life is like a song
At last, the skies above are blue, well my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to, a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to a thrill that I have never known well
You smile, you smile, oh and then the spell was cast, and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
I found a dream, that I could speak to, a dream that I, could call my own
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to, a thrill that I have never known well
You smile, you smile, oh and then the spell was cast, and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last.
At this moment, the friends, were all dancing and enjoying the last song of the night. It was a wonderful memory they would all have in years to come. For just a brief moment in time, they were transported back to the 1940's. Nothing could improve upon the night they had.
Harm looked at Mac, softly he sang in her ear, "...and here we are in heaven for you are mine at last." He pulled Mac closer and they moved together to the beat of the music.
As the song ended, Harm took a step back from Mac. He held her hands and he held her gaze in his. "Harm this night has been like a dream." Mac said. "If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."
"I know, Mac, of all the dreams I've had, this is the one that recurs most of all." Harm said.
"The Stage Door Canteen?" Mac asked slightly confused.
"No Mac," Harm said with a small laugh. "The one where we are dancing in each other's arms and I ask you to marry me."
Before Mac could say anything, "Mac, I love you with all my heart. Would you marry me?" Harm asked.
"Yes!" Mac said with tears running down her face. "I will Harm. I love you."
With their friends watching Harm slipped a beautiful ring on Mac's finger. The couple embraced and their friends gathered around them to offer their congratulations. The night just got better for everyone.
Mac and Harm sat closely together in the limo; the rest of the group had been dropped off at their respective homes. Mac's apartment was the next to last stop. The limo approached Mac's building, as Harm got out to walk Mac to her door, Mac turned to the driver, "Thank you for your services, you won't be needed anymore this evening."
Harm looked at Mac, "Are you sure?"
"With all my heart" was her reply.
Hand in hand they walked to Mac's door. Once inside the apartment they held each other close and kissed. Slowly they removed each other's clothes. Without breaking the seal between their lips Harm carried Mac to the bedroom. They made love together with a passion and hunger neither had ever felt before.
When they were finished, Mac and Harm laid there spent in each other's arms, they were together and it wasn't a dream.
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Author's Note: If anyone wants to see the Corcoran Gallery, here is the link. http://www.corcoran.org/events/
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THE CORCORAN GALLERY
WASHINGTON, DC
Completed in 1897 by Ernest Flagg the Corcoran Gallery is one of the most beautiful buildings in Washington, D.C. It houses the art collection of William Wilson Corcoran, a banker turned philanthropist, for whom the gallery is named. The two-story structure has as a Beaux-arts design with Greek accents. It is a combination of elegance and beauty. Coincidentally Flagg also designed Annapolis Naval Academy.
Tonight's ball was a charity ball, sponsored by the USO. The event was to raise money for the families of those killed in the September 11th attacks. Over the course of the past year, there had been many charity events. They had been somber experiences, tonight almost a year after the attacks, it was decided that this event would be a night to celebrate the American Spirit and the lives of those who had been lost. This gala was a trip back in time.
The sounds coming from the Corcoran Gallery were the sounds of the Moonlight Swing Band. This non-profit group pays tribute to Glenn Miller's Army Air Force Band through use of Miller's original arrangements. They recreate the feel of the World War II era by performing in authentic World War II Army Air Corp Uniforms.
They walked into the Gallery to the tune of Moonlight Serenade, one of Glen Miller's hits.
"This is incredible," Bobbie said, smiling at the group. "Harm, how did you find out about this?"
"It was in the Washington Post. You have no idea how hard it was to hide this from you." Harm said looking at Mac. "I had to keep removing the society section from your paper." He continued with a laugh.
"So that's why my paper was such a mess, I kept calling the delivery department yelling at them." Mac said giving Harm a playful smack. "Harm this really is beautiful. I can't believe you did this. It was worth the suspense."
"Anything for you Mac," Harm replied with a smile, he then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I love you."
Sturgis slapped Harm on the back, "You have outdone yourself my friend. Thanks for sharing the credit."
"Harm, the tickets must have cost you a fortune. I want to contribute." Bud said.
"No need Bud, you and Sturgis picked up the cost of the clothes. Don't worry about it." Harm replied.
The couples walked over to their table. They noticed that there was already a wrap on one of the chairs. "I guess we are sharing the table with someone else." Harriet said.
"Oh didn't I mention it? The Admiral and Meredith are joining us." Harm said.
"Harm? Telling our friends about us is one thing, but the Admiral is going to realize that we are a couple if he sees us here." Mac said with a concerned tone.
"Mac, he knows. I was in his office when I saw the ad. We were talking about it and I told him that this was something I wanted to take you to." Harm replied. "Mac, the Admiral said as long as we don't let it interfere with our duties, he has no problems."
Mac was speechless. Part of her was upset with Harm for telling people without discussing it with her first. But the other part of her, couldn't love Harm more. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, deeply and passionately. She didn't care who saw.
"Good evening everyone, don't we all look like a blast from the past?" The Admiral remarked. He was dressed in an authentic uniform just like the others. Standing with him was Meredith Cavanaugh. She looked stunning in her gown.
"Hello, you all look wonderful," Meredith exchanging hand shakes with the group.
Mac and Harm were still in their embrace and did not notice the Admiral and Meredith standing there. "Commander care to come up for some air?" The Admiral joked. Mac and Harm looked at the Admiral and blushed.
"Sorry Sir," Harm said extending his hand."
The Admiral smiled, "Tonight it's AJ."
Harriet and Bud went to dance. Bobbie and Sturgis joined them as they glided around the dance floor to the sounds of yesterday.
AJ, Meredith, Mac and Harm were sitting together watching them.
"Mac, your dress is so beautiful. It is an exact replica of a dress I saw at the display at the Smithsonian. It was worn by Betty Grable." Meredith said.
"I wish I could take the credit, Harm never even told me about all this. He picked the dress and had it delivered to my apartment earlier today." Mac answered.
"Mac, I have to say it. That man is in love." Meredith stated with a smile.
"Meredith so am I. I still can't believe that this is real sometimes. All it took was a bang on the head and a bunch of dreams." Mac said with a laugh.
AJ stood up and asked Meredith to dance. They were a striking couple.
Harm reached over and put his arm around Mac. "So do you think we should show them how it's done?" He asked.
"Absolutely." Mac answered with a smile. As they walked to the dance floor, the band was playing "All The Things You Are" by Tommy Dorsey. Mac and Harm floated around the dance floor. Their friends watched them as they danced; they looked deeply into each other's eyes. It was as if they were the only two people in the world.
Anyone watching Mac and Harm together would either have to be blind or a fool not to see that they were very much in love. This love they shared filled the room. It was as if anyone who looked at them or was near them suddenly felt a magic and passion like no other.
Very few words were spoken that night, the group danced and laughed. The Corcoran Gallery looked like Harm's dream. The first one he had. He never took his eyes off of Mac the entire evening, not even when he did a Lindy with Harriet.
As the evening came to an end, the bandleader came to the microphone.
"Ladies and Gentleman, on behalf of the Moonlight Swing Band, the USO and the Families of the Victims of September 11th, I would like to thank you for your generosity. The events of September 11th are still with us, they will never leave us. If the events have taught us one thing, it is to be proud of who we are. Americans. To hold our heads up high and most importantly, live our lives but never forget. Thank you all for coming and again thank you for your generosity."
The last song began; a tenor sax played the introduction to a sultry and seductive song. Etta James had made this her signature song in the 1950's. But Glenn Miller had made it famous in the 40's. Harm took Mac in his arms and they glided across the dance floor. A young woman approached the microphone and began to sing:
At last, my love has come along, my lonely days over, and life is like a song
At last, the skies above are blue, well my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to, a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to a thrill that I have never known well
You smile, you smile, oh and then the spell was cast, and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
I found a dream, that I could speak to, a dream that I, could call my own
I found a thrill, to press my cheek to, a thrill that I have never known well
You smile, you smile, oh and then the spell was cast, and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last.
At this moment, the friends, were all dancing and enjoying the last song of the night. It was a wonderful memory they would all have in years to come. For just a brief moment in time, they were transported back to the 1940's. Nothing could improve upon the night they had.
Harm looked at Mac, softly he sang in her ear, "...and here we are in heaven for you are mine at last." He pulled Mac closer and they moved together to the beat of the music.
As the song ended, Harm took a step back from Mac. He held her hands and he held her gaze in his. "Harm this night has been like a dream." Mac said. "If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."
"I know, Mac, of all the dreams I've had, this is the one that recurs most of all." Harm said.
"The Stage Door Canteen?" Mac asked slightly confused.
"No Mac," Harm said with a small laugh. "The one where we are dancing in each other's arms and I ask you to marry me."
Before Mac could say anything, "Mac, I love you with all my heart. Would you marry me?" Harm asked.
"Yes!" Mac said with tears running down her face. "I will Harm. I love you."
With their friends watching Harm slipped a beautiful ring on Mac's finger. The couple embraced and their friends gathered around them to offer their congratulations. The night just got better for everyone.
Mac and Harm sat closely together in the limo; the rest of the group had been dropped off at their respective homes. Mac's apartment was the next to last stop. The limo approached Mac's building, as Harm got out to walk Mac to her door, Mac turned to the driver, "Thank you for your services, you won't be needed anymore this evening."
Harm looked at Mac, "Are you sure?"
"With all my heart" was her reply.
Hand in hand they walked to Mac's door. Once inside the apartment they held each other close and kissed. Slowly they removed each other's clothes. Without breaking the seal between their lips Harm carried Mac to the bedroom. They made love together with a passion and hunger neither had ever felt before.
When they were finished, Mac and Harm laid there spent in each other's arms, they were together and it wasn't a dream.