DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS .... BUT THEY OWN ME. OR AT LEAST A PLACE IN MY HEART.
REVIEWS: BECAUSE I'M A REALLY INTERESTING PERSON, OF COURSE I DON'T READ REVIEWS. I'M SERIOUS. UMM TOTALLY. BUT IF ANYBODY FEELS COMPELED TO REVIEW I WOULDN'T NECESSARILY NOT READ IT EVER :D
CHAPTER NOTE: I've sort of been just letting my story sit around and get picked up occasionally, but I've decided I need my life to change. And I'm using this story to change it. So from now on expect regular updates more often then they have been ...At least I'll try my best. Because you'll be watching, right? Am I the only one who is sorry August is almost over (once again I mean the month!) because I've kind of got kick out of writing dates lately on paper, in my checkbook etc. Any excuse to write it really. lol guilty. But then another part of me is looking forward to the fall with nostalga because that was when I first met the one who would alter my life, Mr. August Dimitri. After you read this chapter I really encourage everyone to learn the wonderful songs included. For your own enrichment if nothing else. If you want to know who I am ..listen to Holly McNarland's "Beautiful Blue" (Quick plug for KazaaLite!). If I could sing, I would want to sing that to Eric Stoltz. Do review and let me know what you think of the chapter or the song. Or both. Last piece should be "Water is Wide" sung by Sarah McLachlan, Jewel and Indigo Girls live (plug plug).
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
"That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way."
DORIS LESSING
WHEN BOBBY SINGS
Grace was in her mother's room. Really not what you think. Seated at the computer a small green light on near the speaker. A flannel clad Grace with her hair up in a jaunty ponytail. And the song that played out speaking to her, through her. A message or something? Bobby Darin's voice came forth to penetrate the silence,
"Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailin
Somewhere beyond the sea
she's there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
then straight to her arms
I'd go sailin'
It's far beyond the stars
it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
we'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
and never again I'll go sailin'
I know beyond a doubt
my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet (I know we'll meet) beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
and never again I'll go sailin'
no more sailin'
so long sailin'
bye bye sailin'..."
There were so many unanswered questions. Was he teaching again? What was he doing in California and who was he doing it with. Was he teaching and running the Drama Club there, or was this little pet project something else apart from the scholastic. Did he know what she was doing and would he even be interested. It was a stupid question, of course he would be, but who could possibly tell him. She took up the envelope resting on the desk and fingered the return address afflixed in the upper corner. There was no name associated with the address on it but she had a feeling it would not be the deans office from U of SB. If seemed wildly improbable.
~************************************~
"You better be careful Mr. Lucas"
He smiled amused, "What do you mean?"
"With Grace Manning"
"I don't get it-"
"The last teacher- drama teacher- who cast her as the lead. I mean you must have heard they ended up having this whole affair and it ended with him resigning. They got caught having sex at some movie theatre by another students parents. Can you imagine! Nobody really got the details I don't think but it was very compromising anyway. I just thought you should know."
"And this was proven."
"Ask anybody."
"Oh"
"Of course it's not mentioned a lot. He was a really popular teacher and a lot of people wish he had come back. They only suspended him, which surprises me given the facts. But I guess the schoolboard took a lenient stand because he was a really good teacher. It was a big surprise. For a while we thought he might come back-"
"Did you want him to?"
"You bet. I mean gossip in the right measure is good. And this was the right kind of gossip. Mr.Dimitri was poised on the verge of stardom."
"Some kind of stardom."
"You're telling me-"
"What about Grace? Was she exonerated in the eyes of her peers-"
"I don't know. I don't really know her that well."
"I see."
Mr.Lucas leaned back in his seat and looked to the empty stage.
~*******************************************~
Judy lifted another book onto the shelf avoiding the questioning looks and Nazi like countenance of her sister. Being a few years older was no reason to claim anymore understanding of the world then another. But then again Lily had always liked Orwell in school, she had made her self believe it was for the morality of the tale. But possibly the thought-police were the more lingering concept.
"So you saw them-"
"Lily I shouldn't have said anything, I-"
"No. I mean I'm glad you did. Because at least I know."
"Are you going to talk to her about it?"
"I don't know. I mean obviously she doesn't think she can talk with me."
"You aren't angry?"
"It think I got past angry a while back. I've just moved on to been stunned. I mean that this man-"
"Any man."
"Would be interested in her like that-"
"In her? Of course-"
"And that she would let him. That she would even know how to do those kind of things- with him. With anybody."
"Well she's your daughter Lily-"
"It's not funny. I mean it's horrible."
"Is he horrible."
"No [pause]. That's the worst thing, I don't think he is. But I should think he is. I should."
~*********************************************~
It was November 20th that she got the phone call. He was at a gas stop about an hour outside of town and on his way home. Did she have the key. Waiting for him outside his house she looked up as his car pulled up and he got out. There was a silence as he approached, Grace looked down. Dimitri adjusted his tie. They both took a moment to compose the lines that would follow , looking up she smiled with only her lips.
"You don't know what it's been like."
"Yes I do. If I could have explained things maybe it would have changed something. But I couldn't explain not even to myself. I tried to rationalize, justify a reason why we couldn't be together."
"And-"
"There was no reason. Other than me. I told you I was using you to change. But the fact was I just kept using you and I never changed. It's hard to forget that."
"And this play? Did that change you-"
"No. It didn't."
"Hmmf. California - what was it like being there?"
"It was- but you should know Grace , I mean you were there."
"I -"
"You were every single place I went. Everywhere I've been and will be. Tell me is it ever scary to hold that much power", he looked up.
~***********************************************~
In a litte nightclub in the core of downtown August and Grace were sitting on stools. No one had looked any askance when they walked in. Do it with confidence or don't do it all might well be a motto. The Buddists must have missed that one, or did they. Maybe Zen? It was one of those too smoky after hours places that was not so much a club as a stopever place. A terminal where nothing ever came or left or changed, but you kept expecting it to.
"I really like this song", August said a little louder than Grace would have liked.
She opened her mouth to say something and stopped holding it open for a moment. It surprised him, just that simple gesture was stunning. He was smiling with no control at all. Her eyes looking to the side caught it. And she smiled.
"If I were say, to ask you to dance. Would you consider it?
"Here."
"No out there. [she gestured to the floor]
"You're sure", he asked.
She smiled eyes sparkling. He took her hand and lead her to the floor. She felt him reach out to her and momentarily recoiled then leaned in. Her head resting on his right shoulder. He just smelt so good and it wasn't just the hair it was everything. He felt the tension as she held on tighter. As guitars strummed...
"From the picture on the wall
To the back post that touched them all
This is where I live
This is where I do my screaming
How do you say
I'll love you in so many other ways
This is where I live
This is what I do best
Dreaming with so much ugliness
Wake your not to old
It's beautiful you.
Beautiful you.
La La La-La La Laaa~~
From the time I walked in
To the point that were both arguing
This is how I've been
This is where I start screaming
How to you say
I've always loved this way
This is where I live
This is what I do best
Dreaming with so much ugliness
Wake your not to old
And beautiful blue
Is beautiful you..."
~**************************************~
Grace's cell phone started ringing. She jumped slightly not yet use to having it with her. It was during a break from rehearsals of Ophelia, Mr.Lucas' Shakespeare adaptation. Quickly hitting the button answering she started to move towards the stage door and outside.
"Yes. Hello-"
Rick's voice tight restrained, "Grace it's your mother-"
"What happened?"
"Nothing serious we hope, but she's asking for you to come-"
"Where" [her voice faltering].
"County."
"Ok."
She hung up and looked up.
~**************************************~
In the hospital waiting room Jessie was sitting with her father. Zoe and Judy were in visiting with Lily. Grace came out of the room and sat down in silence staring at the floor. Rick lightly brushed Jessie's arm
"Sweetie."
"Yea. It's ok."
He got up and moved to sit next to Grace, stopping midway when Grace looked up. But she wasn't looking at him he realized. Grace quickly moved past him and into the arms of a red head in a long black coat.
~~~"There is a ship that sailed the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
And not as deep as the love I have
I don't know how I sink or swim
The water is wide
I can't cross o'
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall roam
My love and I."
REVIEWS: BECAUSE I'M A REALLY INTERESTING PERSON, OF COURSE I DON'T READ REVIEWS. I'M SERIOUS. UMM TOTALLY. BUT IF ANYBODY FEELS COMPELED TO REVIEW I WOULDN'T NECESSARILY NOT READ IT EVER :D
CHAPTER NOTE: I've sort of been just letting my story sit around and get picked up occasionally, but I've decided I need my life to change. And I'm using this story to change it. So from now on expect regular updates more often then they have been ...At least I'll try my best. Because you'll be watching, right? Am I the only one who is sorry August is almost over (once again I mean the month!) because I've kind of got kick out of writing dates lately on paper, in my checkbook etc. Any excuse to write it really. lol guilty. But then another part of me is looking forward to the fall with nostalga because that was when I first met the one who would alter my life, Mr. August Dimitri. After you read this chapter I really encourage everyone to learn the wonderful songs included. For your own enrichment if nothing else. If you want to know who I am ..listen to Holly McNarland's "Beautiful Blue" (Quick plug for KazaaLite!). If I could sing, I would want to sing that to Eric Stoltz. Do review and let me know what you think of the chapter or the song. Or both. Last piece should be "Water is Wide" sung by Sarah McLachlan, Jewel and Indigo Girls live (plug plug).
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
"That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way."
DORIS LESSING
WHEN BOBBY SINGS
Grace was in her mother's room. Really not what you think. Seated at the computer a small green light on near the speaker. A flannel clad Grace with her hair up in a jaunty ponytail. And the song that played out speaking to her, through her. A message or something? Bobby Darin's voice came forth to penetrate the silence,
"Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailin
Somewhere beyond the sea
she's there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
then straight to her arms
I'd go sailin'
It's far beyond the stars
it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore
we'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
and never again I'll go sailin'
I know beyond a doubt
my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet (I know we'll meet) beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
and never again I'll go sailin'
no more sailin'
so long sailin'
bye bye sailin'..."
There were so many unanswered questions. Was he teaching again? What was he doing in California and who was he doing it with. Was he teaching and running the Drama Club there, or was this little pet project something else apart from the scholastic. Did he know what she was doing and would he even be interested. It was a stupid question, of course he would be, but who could possibly tell him. She took up the envelope resting on the desk and fingered the return address afflixed in the upper corner. There was no name associated with the address on it but she had a feeling it would not be the deans office from U of SB. If seemed wildly improbable.
~************************************~
"You better be careful Mr. Lucas"
He smiled amused, "What do you mean?"
"With Grace Manning"
"I don't get it-"
"The last teacher- drama teacher- who cast her as the lead. I mean you must have heard they ended up having this whole affair and it ended with him resigning. They got caught having sex at some movie theatre by another students parents. Can you imagine! Nobody really got the details I don't think but it was very compromising anyway. I just thought you should know."
"And this was proven."
"Ask anybody."
"Oh"
"Of course it's not mentioned a lot. He was a really popular teacher and a lot of people wish he had come back. They only suspended him, which surprises me given the facts. But I guess the schoolboard took a lenient stand because he was a really good teacher. It was a big surprise. For a while we thought he might come back-"
"Did you want him to?"
"You bet. I mean gossip in the right measure is good. And this was the right kind of gossip. Mr.Dimitri was poised on the verge of stardom."
"Some kind of stardom."
"You're telling me-"
"What about Grace? Was she exonerated in the eyes of her peers-"
"I don't know. I don't really know her that well."
"I see."
Mr.Lucas leaned back in his seat and looked to the empty stage.
~*******************************************~
Judy lifted another book onto the shelf avoiding the questioning looks and Nazi like countenance of her sister. Being a few years older was no reason to claim anymore understanding of the world then another. But then again Lily had always liked Orwell in school, she had made her self believe it was for the morality of the tale. But possibly the thought-police were the more lingering concept.
"So you saw them-"
"Lily I shouldn't have said anything, I-"
"No. I mean I'm glad you did. Because at least I know."
"Are you going to talk to her about it?"
"I don't know. I mean obviously she doesn't think she can talk with me."
"You aren't angry?"
"It think I got past angry a while back. I've just moved on to been stunned. I mean that this man-"
"Any man."
"Would be interested in her like that-"
"In her? Of course-"
"And that she would let him. That she would even know how to do those kind of things- with him. With anybody."
"Well she's your daughter Lily-"
"It's not funny. I mean it's horrible."
"Is he horrible."
"No [pause]. That's the worst thing, I don't think he is. But I should think he is. I should."
~*********************************************~
It was November 20th that she got the phone call. He was at a gas stop about an hour outside of town and on his way home. Did she have the key. Waiting for him outside his house she looked up as his car pulled up and he got out. There was a silence as he approached, Grace looked down. Dimitri adjusted his tie. They both took a moment to compose the lines that would follow , looking up she smiled with only her lips.
"You don't know what it's been like."
"Yes I do. If I could have explained things maybe it would have changed something. But I couldn't explain not even to myself. I tried to rationalize, justify a reason why we couldn't be together."
"And-"
"There was no reason. Other than me. I told you I was using you to change. But the fact was I just kept using you and I never changed. It's hard to forget that."
"And this play? Did that change you-"
"No. It didn't."
"Hmmf. California - what was it like being there?"
"It was- but you should know Grace , I mean you were there."
"I -"
"You were every single place I went. Everywhere I've been and will be. Tell me is it ever scary to hold that much power", he looked up.
~***********************************************~
In a litte nightclub in the core of downtown August and Grace were sitting on stools. No one had looked any askance when they walked in. Do it with confidence or don't do it all might well be a motto. The Buddists must have missed that one, or did they. Maybe Zen? It was one of those too smoky after hours places that was not so much a club as a stopever place. A terminal where nothing ever came or left or changed, but you kept expecting it to.
"I really like this song", August said a little louder than Grace would have liked.
She opened her mouth to say something and stopped holding it open for a moment. It surprised him, just that simple gesture was stunning. He was smiling with no control at all. Her eyes looking to the side caught it. And she smiled.
"If I were say, to ask you to dance. Would you consider it?
"Here."
"No out there. [she gestured to the floor]
"You're sure", he asked.
She smiled eyes sparkling. He took her hand and lead her to the floor. She felt him reach out to her and momentarily recoiled then leaned in. Her head resting on his right shoulder. He just smelt so good and it wasn't just the hair it was everything. He felt the tension as she held on tighter. As guitars strummed...
"From the picture on the wall
To the back post that touched them all
This is where I live
This is where I do my screaming
How do you say
I'll love you in so many other ways
This is where I live
This is what I do best
Dreaming with so much ugliness
Wake your not to old
It's beautiful you.
Beautiful you.
La La La-La La Laaa~~
From the time I walked in
To the point that were both arguing
This is how I've been
This is where I start screaming
How to you say
I've always loved this way
This is where I live
This is what I do best
Dreaming with so much ugliness
Wake your not to old
And beautiful blue
Is beautiful you..."
~**************************************~
Grace's cell phone started ringing. She jumped slightly not yet use to having it with her. It was during a break from rehearsals of Ophelia, Mr.Lucas' Shakespeare adaptation. Quickly hitting the button answering she started to move towards the stage door and outside.
"Yes. Hello-"
Rick's voice tight restrained, "Grace it's your mother-"
"What happened?"
"Nothing serious we hope, but she's asking for you to come-"
"Where" [her voice faltering].
"County."
"Ok."
She hung up and looked up.
~**************************************~
In the hospital waiting room Jessie was sitting with her father. Zoe and Judy were in visiting with Lily. Grace came out of the room and sat down in silence staring at the floor. Rick lightly brushed Jessie's arm
"Sweetie."
"Yea. It's ok."
He got up and moved to sit next to Grace, stopping midway when Grace looked up. But she wasn't looking at him he realized. Grace quickly moved past him and into the arms of a red head in a long black coat.
~~~"There is a ship that sailed the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
And not as deep as the love I have
I don't know how I sink or swim
The water is wide
I can't cross o'
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall roam
My love and I."