DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS ....BUT THEY TOUCHED MY HEART, AND EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE, POSSIBLY EVEN THE WRITERS OF O&A HAVE FORGOTTEN THEM...I WILL REMEMBER THEM.
REVIEWS: Ohhhhh I'm so glad to see all the new people posting all those fabulous reviews at fanfiction for all the stories :D How great is that? I hope I can get in on a little of the action guys....as in PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY, because I need to know.. Like Emmet said as a person posting a story you always question "Are people really reading this?". We really want to know, even if it's just an anomynous "Hey" or one liner. It's time for a head count in Mr.Dimitri's virtual classroom so anyone reading this -review when your done...pleassssseeee.
CHAPTER NOTE: Sorry about the absense of a chapter last week but I promise to make up for it:) As some of you know I had rather a hectic week, what with chasing men named "Bushy" in blue shirts and exchanging meaningful hand brushs with others **sigh**. I'm actually really excited to get back to the keyboard! Woo-WOW! Chapter title inspiration comes from Elton John "Your Song" which stuck in my mind months ago (I'm thinking May?) when there was a heated debate over Mr.Dimitri's beautiful eyes which if you look closely enough into them, they tell you all you need to know... This is just a short chapter but if there is enough interest- I can guarantee "Tantric Turkey" will follow soon...
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
"I would take the opera-glass from her hands without a word, and felt at that minute that she was near me, that she was mine, that we could not live without each other; but by some strange misunderstanding, when we came out of the theatre we always said good-bye and parted as though we were strangers. Goodness knows what people were saying about us in the town already, but there was not a word of truth in it all!"
ANTON CHEKHOV, ON LOVE
EXCUSE ME FORGETTING THESE THINGS I DO- BUT I'VE FORGOTTEN IF THEY'RE GREEN OR THEY'RE BLUE...
August's alarm clock went off shattering the beautiful dream in which he had been visiting. It was all a dream. He made an indecernable noise and grappled for the clock to turn in off, pushing all the buttons at once but missing his ultimate goal- peace and quiet. Yoga, Buddha, Zen , a state of Grace. Finally the background noise and static stopped. He returned his head back to the pillow and reached to pull another one over his head. His pyjama clad bottoms and expressive feet stuck out of the comforter. With his hands he hugged the pillow covering his face and from deep within the mess a growl emerged.
One leg at a time he got out of bed and ran his hand through his hair smoothing it down. Things couldn't always go according to plan, that had been a lesson he had learned early on in life, perhaps too young an age and that meeting Grace had reinforced. The unexpected was everywhere and it was to be taken with trepidation. But doing things half way didn't seem to make them happen as you wanted or go away. Full tilt, with utter abandon was always best in humble experience. Looking in the mirror he sighed and then smiled. He tried the words out before the mirror. Watching his lips form The word, only to find with embarassment that "come hither" look overtake his expression when he said it...
"Grace"
Did he always look like that saying it? Because if so I mean - no wonder! Splashing water on his face he looked up , water running down his neck. Stubble. He needed to shave but put it off. He was meeting her parents this weekend. Not that he hadn't met them before but this would be different, this time it would be in a different role. From a different angle. No longer the make believe Orlando he had played that last time he had been to her house. Standing in as Orlando was a joke..it hadn't ever been as only a stand in that he and she played out that.. well play. It had been something much more. Well the stubble could stay for all he cared. Let Lily and Rick have that too. He again took in his appearance and reluctantly lifted his hand to ease out the tiny elastic that held his hair in a half pony-tail-- that would be too much for even Rick he felt. His forehead pluckered.
~**************************************~
"So what plane is he scheduled on?" Lily asked trying to demonstrate indifference.
"Well, tuesday morning I think," Grace said.
"And --ahh he's staying at his house. You said he kept it didn't you?"
"Yes"
Grace started to shove textbooks in her backpack and hurriedly put together some lunch. "Actually I was thinking of staying there too, you know just over Christmas holidays. I mean it's so crowded around here and he's only here for a short time--" . She was putting on her dark wool coat.
Lily stopped dead in her tracks,"Did he suggest that?"
"Actually I haven't mentioned it to him."
"Ohhh Grace"
"Anyway I was thinking it would be a nice surprise to pick him up at the airport when he gets home."
"Look-- (frustrated noise) Grace you have school then--", Lily tried out the words.
"Oh my God, you don't mean--"
"Yes. I mean we agreed that I had no say it seems in you seeing him, but you are going to school. You're not missing school for that. I don't want to hear that mentioned again--"
"That's so stupid. It's one stupid day. The last day of the semester. And besides who is going to bring him his car? He can't just like walk home. Do you know where he lives--"
"I wouldn't worry about it Grace. Evidently he can take care of himself--"
Judy was coming in the kitchen from the living room loosening her scarf, "I can always go and pick him up if you want." Judy beamed.
"I've got to go," Grace managed as she left the kitchen out the side door.
"Judy!"
"Well. Have you seen him, Lily?"
"I've seen. And I just don't see it okay." Lily brushed her hair back from her eyes and resumed buttering her bagel.
~****************************************~
"So Katie's actually coming to Christmas dinner?" Grace was surprised.
"Yeah. This year is my year with my Mom and since it's just usually the three of us and sort of quiet she was totally ok with it?"
"Isn't that going to be a little weird, you know--
"You think our Chirstmas is going to be weird? [Jessie started smiling] Wait until my dad gets on a couch analysing football with Mr.Dimitri" Jessie started to laugh out loud while opening her locker.
"Would you be quiet [Grace said agressively]. Besides they've met remember."
"I'm still in shock that everyone is so calm about this. I mean, if it got around school--"
"Which it won't"
"Okay. Which it won't. But I thought Jake would hit the roof, or something. Someone--"
"Actually I don't know that he knows yet. I mean I took it forgranted that my mother would tell him, but last time I saw him he didn't seem off, you know. So --"
"You think Lily or Judy didn't tell him?"
"I don't know. Anyway this is not for advertisement ok. Just forget I told you anything..", Grace moved to go off to class.
"Wait--Grace I'm glad you know, that you tell me. Stuff, okay. And I don't mean to laugh but [quieter] it's Demented Dimitri and you're--
"Almost eighteen."
"Almost eighteen". Jessie nodded her head.
Grace walked off down the hall.
~****************************************~
August sat in the university auditorium and watched the play rehearsal with interest. He had thought it would always be with only half a heart, as it had been in the beginning when rehearsals started. So it surprised him the growing enthusiam he felt for the production and the talent. He didn't think it was possible so soon to be this interested and intrigued by anything that brought back such memories. It was with much emotion that he realized he had been trying not to see it. He wanted it to always hurt on some level, that would be poetic justice wouldn't it? But evidently that was not to be--it was destined to all tie together, as much as he wanted it to be spontaneous and random his reactions, they were not. He liked plays, theatre, literature even without that all moving variable. Which wasn't to say he didn't miss her. Those words and the shear force it took to limit, condense all the words he had wanted to say but couldn't at the time he said those words. He did what was right at that time, but it had been all wrong.
"So you think they'll be ready", the woman next to him asked.
August leaned back in his chair, "No. But they'll try anyway. I think it's going to be a long process, the development of it all. I only wish we had more time. This impromptu rehearsal though was good, so-- [he gestured with his hand]
"I think they weren't expecting to be rehearsing over break, and with not all the cast..it's hard--"
"Hmmm." Mr.Dimitri got up and walked off leaving the woman alone. He walked down the hall and stopped to remove a thin envelope from his briefcase and paused a moment before sliding it through the mailslot on of a wooden door. The name on the door obscured by shadows but he knew what he was doing. Whistling, "I am sailing" Mr.Dimitri moved down the hall.
~**********************************************~
On the plane he took out a well read letter and re-read it once again. He folded it and put it away in its envelope fingering the area where the sender's insignia was indicated on the corner. Upton Sinclair. If only we could take back our words ..."expect the unexpected". Dimitri pulled his trench a little closer around himself and leaned back on the seat closing his eyes. Without opening his eyes he reached for his walkman and brought the eighties style headphones to his ears. He liked the Beatles and unannounced a thought drifted by...."in times of trouble Mother Mary come to me. speaking words of wisdom. let it be..." , except he substituted Mary for Ella in his mind... He had been reading "A Hard Days Write: The Stories Behind Every Beatles Song" by Steve Turner lately and a passage about Let it Be came back to him. Paul had said about the song, "I really was passing through my 'hour of darkness' and writing the song was my way of exorcizing ghosts". Everyone thought Mother Mary meant the Virgin Mary but they read it wrong, it was Paul's own mother that was referenced. Dimitri opened his eyes and looked out at the blue sky as Ella whispered intimitely in his ear ,"If I Could Write a Book"....
~~~"But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got,
I won't waste any time,
I'll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look.
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world would never forget.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends."
REVIEWS: Ohhhhh I'm so glad to see all the new people posting all those fabulous reviews at fanfiction for all the stories :D How great is that? I hope I can get in on a little of the action guys....as in PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY, because I need to know.. Like Emmet said as a person posting a story you always question "Are people really reading this?". We really want to know, even if it's just an anomynous "Hey" or one liner. It's time for a head count in Mr.Dimitri's virtual classroom so anyone reading this -review when your done...pleassssseeee.
CHAPTER NOTE: Sorry about the absense of a chapter last week but I promise to make up for it:) As some of you know I had rather a hectic week, what with chasing men named "Bushy" in blue shirts and exchanging meaningful hand brushs with others **sigh**. I'm actually really excited to get back to the keyboard! Woo-WOW! Chapter title inspiration comes from Elton John "Your Song" which stuck in my mind months ago (I'm thinking May?) when there was a heated debate over Mr.Dimitri's beautiful eyes which if you look closely enough into them, they tell you all you need to know... This is just a short chapter but if there is enough interest- I can guarantee "Tantric Turkey" will follow soon...
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
"I would take the opera-glass from her hands without a word, and felt at that minute that she was near me, that she was mine, that we could not live without each other; but by some strange misunderstanding, when we came out of the theatre we always said good-bye and parted as though we were strangers. Goodness knows what people were saying about us in the town already, but there was not a word of truth in it all!"
ANTON CHEKHOV, ON LOVE
EXCUSE ME FORGETTING THESE THINGS I DO- BUT I'VE FORGOTTEN IF THEY'RE GREEN OR THEY'RE BLUE...
August's alarm clock went off shattering the beautiful dream in which he had been visiting. It was all a dream. He made an indecernable noise and grappled for the clock to turn in off, pushing all the buttons at once but missing his ultimate goal- peace and quiet. Yoga, Buddha, Zen , a state of Grace. Finally the background noise and static stopped. He returned his head back to the pillow and reached to pull another one over his head. His pyjama clad bottoms and expressive feet stuck out of the comforter. With his hands he hugged the pillow covering his face and from deep within the mess a growl emerged.
One leg at a time he got out of bed and ran his hand through his hair smoothing it down. Things couldn't always go according to plan, that had been a lesson he had learned early on in life, perhaps too young an age and that meeting Grace had reinforced. The unexpected was everywhere and it was to be taken with trepidation. But doing things half way didn't seem to make them happen as you wanted or go away. Full tilt, with utter abandon was always best in humble experience. Looking in the mirror he sighed and then smiled. He tried the words out before the mirror. Watching his lips form The word, only to find with embarassment that "come hither" look overtake his expression when he said it...
"Grace"
Did he always look like that saying it? Because if so I mean - no wonder! Splashing water on his face he looked up , water running down his neck. Stubble. He needed to shave but put it off. He was meeting her parents this weekend. Not that he hadn't met them before but this would be different, this time it would be in a different role. From a different angle. No longer the make believe Orlando he had played that last time he had been to her house. Standing in as Orlando was a joke..it hadn't ever been as only a stand in that he and she played out that.. well play. It had been something much more. Well the stubble could stay for all he cared. Let Lily and Rick have that too. He again took in his appearance and reluctantly lifted his hand to ease out the tiny elastic that held his hair in a half pony-tail-- that would be too much for even Rick he felt. His forehead pluckered.
~**************************************~
"So what plane is he scheduled on?" Lily asked trying to demonstrate indifference.
"Well, tuesday morning I think," Grace said.
"And --ahh he's staying at his house. You said he kept it didn't you?"
"Yes"
Grace started to shove textbooks in her backpack and hurriedly put together some lunch. "Actually I was thinking of staying there too, you know just over Christmas holidays. I mean it's so crowded around here and he's only here for a short time--" . She was putting on her dark wool coat.
Lily stopped dead in her tracks,"Did he suggest that?"
"Actually I haven't mentioned it to him."
"Ohhh Grace"
"Anyway I was thinking it would be a nice surprise to pick him up at the airport when he gets home."
"Look-- (frustrated noise) Grace you have school then--", Lily tried out the words.
"Oh my God, you don't mean--"
"Yes. I mean we agreed that I had no say it seems in you seeing him, but you are going to school. You're not missing school for that. I don't want to hear that mentioned again--"
"That's so stupid. It's one stupid day. The last day of the semester. And besides who is going to bring him his car? He can't just like walk home. Do you know where he lives--"
"I wouldn't worry about it Grace. Evidently he can take care of himself--"
Judy was coming in the kitchen from the living room loosening her scarf, "I can always go and pick him up if you want." Judy beamed.
"I've got to go," Grace managed as she left the kitchen out the side door.
"Judy!"
"Well. Have you seen him, Lily?"
"I've seen. And I just don't see it okay." Lily brushed her hair back from her eyes and resumed buttering her bagel.
~****************************************~
"So Katie's actually coming to Christmas dinner?" Grace was surprised.
"Yeah. This year is my year with my Mom and since it's just usually the three of us and sort of quiet she was totally ok with it?"
"Isn't that going to be a little weird, you know--
"You think our Chirstmas is going to be weird? [Jessie started smiling] Wait until my dad gets on a couch analysing football with Mr.Dimitri" Jessie started to laugh out loud while opening her locker.
"Would you be quiet [Grace said agressively]. Besides they've met remember."
"I'm still in shock that everyone is so calm about this. I mean, if it got around school--"
"Which it won't"
"Okay. Which it won't. But I thought Jake would hit the roof, or something. Someone--"
"Actually I don't know that he knows yet. I mean I took it forgranted that my mother would tell him, but last time I saw him he didn't seem off, you know. So --"
"You think Lily or Judy didn't tell him?"
"I don't know. Anyway this is not for advertisement ok. Just forget I told you anything..", Grace moved to go off to class.
"Wait--Grace I'm glad you know, that you tell me. Stuff, okay. And I don't mean to laugh but [quieter] it's Demented Dimitri and you're--
"Almost eighteen."
"Almost eighteen". Jessie nodded her head.
Grace walked off down the hall.
~****************************************~
August sat in the university auditorium and watched the play rehearsal with interest. He had thought it would always be with only half a heart, as it had been in the beginning when rehearsals started. So it surprised him the growing enthusiam he felt for the production and the talent. He didn't think it was possible so soon to be this interested and intrigued by anything that brought back such memories. It was with much emotion that he realized he had been trying not to see it. He wanted it to always hurt on some level, that would be poetic justice wouldn't it? But evidently that was not to be--it was destined to all tie together, as much as he wanted it to be spontaneous and random his reactions, they were not. He liked plays, theatre, literature even without that all moving variable. Which wasn't to say he didn't miss her. Those words and the shear force it took to limit, condense all the words he had wanted to say but couldn't at the time he said those words. He did what was right at that time, but it had been all wrong.
"So you think they'll be ready", the woman next to him asked.
August leaned back in his chair, "No. But they'll try anyway. I think it's going to be a long process, the development of it all. I only wish we had more time. This impromptu rehearsal though was good, so-- [he gestured with his hand]
"I think they weren't expecting to be rehearsing over break, and with not all the cast..it's hard--"
"Hmmm." Mr.Dimitri got up and walked off leaving the woman alone. He walked down the hall and stopped to remove a thin envelope from his briefcase and paused a moment before sliding it through the mailslot on of a wooden door. The name on the door obscured by shadows but he knew what he was doing. Whistling, "I am sailing" Mr.Dimitri moved down the hall.
~**********************************************~
On the plane he took out a well read letter and re-read it once again. He folded it and put it away in its envelope fingering the area where the sender's insignia was indicated on the corner. Upton Sinclair. If only we could take back our words ..."expect the unexpected". Dimitri pulled his trench a little closer around himself and leaned back on the seat closing his eyes. Without opening his eyes he reached for his walkman and brought the eighties style headphones to his ears. He liked the Beatles and unannounced a thought drifted by...."in times of trouble Mother Mary come to me. speaking words of wisdom. let it be..." , except he substituted Mary for Ella in his mind... He had been reading "A Hard Days Write: The Stories Behind Every Beatles Song" by Steve Turner lately and a passage about Let it Be came back to him. Paul had said about the song, "I really was passing through my 'hour of darkness' and writing the song was my way of exorcizing ghosts". Everyone thought Mother Mary meant the Virgin Mary but they read it wrong, it was Paul's own mother that was referenced. Dimitri opened his eyes and looked out at the blue sky as Ella whispered intimitely in his ear ,"If I Could Write a Book"....
~~~"But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I've got,
I won't waste any time,
I'll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look.
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world would never forget.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends."