I had my eyes closed like I was asleep. I was, of course, faking it.
"Oh my. Melody's asleep. That means I have to do this!"
He climbed on top of me and tickled me. We were laughing. He kissed me. We got up, showered, and ate.
"Do you have to work Mel?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Yeah. I get off at about 11:30pm. Me, and a bunch of friends might come watch you at rehersals today."
I'm a broadway actress/everyday singer.
"Ya know when they are?"
"From 8:30 to 4:30 pm. The guys and me will be there around 11:00pm."
"Okay."
I kissed him.
"Have a good day. Don't get shot."
"I won't if you don't."
"I won't.Bye."
"Bye."
He left. I finished getting ready and I left. My mom, and brother, Mikey, never miss one rehearsal.
What we are doing right now is just a numerous ammount of vocal solos, instrumental solos, and just numorous, numorous, trick and things like that. As promised, Bobby, and about 10 or 11 of his friends were there. Most of them the ones from Ma's bar, and the club. I was in the middle of doing one of my numerous things. I'm doing a vocal solo, a vocal ensomble, a gymnastics solo, a dance solo, and a dance ensomble. I'm in the middle of doing my vocal solo.
"I was afraid you'd hit me if I'd spoken up. I was afraid of your physical strength. I was afraid you'd hit below the belt. I was afraid of your sucker punch. I was afraid of your reducing me. I was afraid of your alcohol breath. I was afraid of your complete disregard for me. I was afraid of your temper. I was afraid of handles being flown off of. I was afraid of holes being punched into walls. I was afraid of your testosterone. I have as much rage as you have. I have as much pain as you do. I've lived as much hell as you have and I've kept mine bubbling under for you. You were my best friend. You were my lover. You were my mentor. You were my brother. You were my partner. You were my teacher. You were my very own sympathetic character. I was afraid of verbal daggers. I was afraid of the calm before the storm. I was afraid for my own bones. I was afraid of your seduction. I was afraid of your coersion. I was afraid of your rejection. I was afraid of your intimidation. I was afraid of your punishment. I was afraid of your icy silences. I was afraid of your volume. I was afraid of your manipulation. I was afraid of your explosions. I have as much rage as you have. I have as much pain as you do. I've lived as much hell as you have and I've kept mine bubbling under for you.(I would repeat the chorus twice here)You were my keeper. You were my anchor. You were my family. You were my saviour and therein lay the issue and therein lay the problem."
That was over. I hopped down and towled off. Stage lights are hot. I was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that says, Music Man on the front and Marian on the back, a pair of black shorts that say NYPD on the butt, a pair of tennis shoes, and my hair was up in a pony tail.
"Hey beautiful."
"Hi Bobby. Hey Guys."
"You looked so cool! I'm jealous actually. I wanted to be on broadway when I was a kid."
"Come on. You can have a little piece of that dream now. Besides, you get to see some really cute guys in tight shorts and shirts."
"HEY!"
"Sorry Bobby."
I took Kim up on stage.
"Curl your foot like so."
She did.
" Then curl your leg like this."
She did.
"Let go of your stomach and just spin."
We did that. She started cracking up.
" That was so fun!"
We went off stage and back down to everyone else.
"We should get going."
"Yeah. Dinner at my place?"
"Good homecooked meal by my woman."
"Woman? I have a name."
"Sorry. Good homecooked meal by Melody."
" Thank you. Bye guys."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I went and sat by Ma and Mikey.
"You looked beatiful, Sweetheart."
"Thank you Ma. What did you think Mikey?"
"I thought it seemed a little sleezy."
"It was supposed to."
"Oh. Well, then you did great."
I went on stage and practiced my backflips that would go into my gymnastics solo.
I went home, showered, made dinner, got dressed, and was waiting for Bobby. That was at about 11:25 pm. At 12:00pm, I pretty much gave up any hope on him coming. I went to Ma's bar.
"Melody, sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Bobby didn't show for dinner. I waited for damn near an hour."
"Bobby's out getting blitzed with some other guys from the company."
"Mo, Mikey, you guys come with me."
"Why?"
"I might need you guys to restrain me."
I drove over to the cop bar in my black SUV.
I just stood behind Bobby. He was kissing on another woman. All the other guys and gals from the precinct and firehouse could see me but him.
"I could swear that there was something that I was supposed to do tonight."
"Wasn't that dinner at my place at 11:30 pm?"
"OH MY GOD! Melody, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry's not good enough."
I began walking away."
"Mel?"
"What Mr.Caffrey?"
"You can't just walk out on this. What about when we made love?"
"I'm not a quiter. I've never quite anything in my life, but if this means as much to you as you are making it appear, then I have to quit now before we let it go any further. I can't.....I won't let myself be hurt again. Goodbye."
I kissed his cheek.
"Melody, wait."
I left because I don't think that I could stand anymore public humiliation. Mikey came after me.
Mo stayed and was talking to Bobby.
"Bosco, I'm"
"You listen to me, Caffrey. And you listen good, Melody is my baby sister. I would do anything for her and I know she would do anything for me because she already has. It's my turn to pay her back. Mel has been through way more in her life than she should've had to. She doesn't need it from you too. She loved you. She said that she knew she would never forget the night you made love. Melody said that she just knew she loved you. Mel said that she thought you were the one. The one who she would marry. So, If I were you, I would watch who I was dumping and having an affair on. I will not let my baby sister be hurt again."
Mo left. I was standing just outside of the door, in front of a big window that everyone in the bar could see me. I was just sobbing into Mikey's arms. Mo just rubbed my back soothingly.
"Ya okay Mel?"
"Can you guys give me a sec?"
"Sure."
They all got in the car. I composed my self. I ran my fingers through my hair and waitied until I stopped crying. I got in the drivers seat of my car and drove Mikey and Mo to ma's bar.
"Tell Ma that I'll call her tomorrow?"
"Sure. Love Ya Mel.Bye."
"Love ya Melody. Bye."
"Love you guys too. Bye Michael and Maurice Boscorelli."
I drove to my apartment. I started writing what I was going to say before I sung.
"Hi. My name is Melody Boscorelli and I'm 20. I'm a broadway actress and a singer. I have two brothers and a mom who I love very much. I have just been through two very difficult breakups with men who I loved very much. I sing songs that describe my life. Like my father beatin' my mom, my fiance leaving, and my boyfriend cheating on me. Tonight, I'm singing Sympathetic Character by Alanis Morsette to describe how I felt about seeing my father beat on my mother at the age of 6 to 7 years old."
I sung. When I sing, I don't just read the words off of a piece of paper. I sing from the heart and the words mean more to me and to the people I'm singing to. The crowd errupted in applause.
"Oh my. Melody's asleep. That means I have to do this!"
He climbed on top of me and tickled me. We were laughing. He kissed me. We got up, showered, and ate.
"Do you have to work Mel?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Yeah. I get off at about 11:30pm. Me, and a bunch of friends might come watch you at rehersals today."
I'm a broadway actress/everyday singer.
"Ya know when they are?"
"From 8:30 to 4:30 pm. The guys and me will be there around 11:00pm."
"Okay."
I kissed him.
"Have a good day. Don't get shot."
"I won't if you don't."
"I won't.Bye."
"Bye."
He left. I finished getting ready and I left. My mom, and brother, Mikey, never miss one rehearsal.
What we are doing right now is just a numerous ammount of vocal solos, instrumental solos, and just numorous, numorous, trick and things like that. As promised, Bobby, and about 10 or 11 of his friends were there. Most of them the ones from Ma's bar, and the club. I was in the middle of doing one of my numerous things. I'm doing a vocal solo, a vocal ensomble, a gymnastics solo, a dance solo, and a dance ensomble. I'm in the middle of doing my vocal solo.
"I was afraid you'd hit me if I'd spoken up. I was afraid of your physical strength. I was afraid you'd hit below the belt. I was afraid of your sucker punch. I was afraid of your reducing me. I was afraid of your alcohol breath. I was afraid of your complete disregard for me. I was afraid of your temper. I was afraid of handles being flown off of. I was afraid of holes being punched into walls. I was afraid of your testosterone. I have as much rage as you have. I have as much pain as you do. I've lived as much hell as you have and I've kept mine bubbling under for you. You were my best friend. You were my lover. You were my mentor. You were my brother. You were my partner. You were my teacher. You were my very own sympathetic character. I was afraid of verbal daggers. I was afraid of the calm before the storm. I was afraid for my own bones. I was afraid of your seduction. I was afraid of your coersion. I was afraid of your rejection. I was afraid of your intimidation. I was afraid of your punishment. I was afraid of your icy silences. I was afraid of your volume. I was afraid of your manipulation. I was afraid of your explosions. I have as much rage as you have. I have as much pain as you do. I've lived as much hell as you have and I've kept mine bubbling under for you.(I would repeat the chorus twice here)You were my keeper. You were my anchor. You were my family. You were my saviour and therein lay the issue and therein lay the problem."
That was over. I hopped down and towled off. Stage lights are hot. I was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that says, Music Man on the front and Marian on the back, a pair of black shorts that say NYPD on the butt, a pair of tennis shoes, and my hair was up in a pony tail.
"Hey beautiful."
"Hi Bobby. Hey Guys."
"You looked so cool! I'm jealous actually. I wanted to be on broadway when I was a kid."
"Come on. You can have a little piece of that dream now. Besides, you get to see some really cute guys in tight shorts and shirts."
"HEY!"
"Sorry Bobby."
I took Kim up on stage.
"Curl your foot like so."
She did.
" Then curl your leg like this."
She did.
"Let go of your stomach and just spin."
We did that. She started cracking up.
" That was so fun!"
We went off stage and back down to everyone else.
"We should get going."
"Yeah. Dinner at my place?"
"Good homecooked meal by my woman."
"Woman? I have a name."
"Sorry. Good homecooked meal by Melody."
" Thank you. Bye guys."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I went and sat by Ma and Mikey.
"You looked beatiful, Sweetheart."
"Thank you Ma. What did you think Mikey?"
"I thought it seemed a little sleezy."
"It was supposed to."
"Oh. Well, then you did great."
I went on stage and practiced my backflips that would go into my gymnastics solo.
I went home, showered, made dinner, got dressed, and was waiting for Bobby. That was at about 11:25 pm. At 12:00pm, I pretty much gave up any hope on him coming. I went to Ma's bar.
"Melody, sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Bobby didn't show for dinner. I waited for damn near an hour."
"Bobby's out getting blitzed with some other guys from the company."
"Mo, Mikey, you guys come with me."
"Why?"
"I might need you guys to restrain me."
I drove over to the cop bar in my black SUV.
I just stood behind Bobby. He was kissing on another woman. All the other guys and gals from the precinct and firehouse could see me but him.
"I could swear that there was something that I was supposed to do tonight."
"Wasn't that dinner at my place at 11:30 pm?"
"OH MY GOD! Melody, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry's not good enough."
I began walking away."
"Mel?"
"What Mr.Caffrey?"
"You can't just walk out on this. What about when we made love?"
"I'm not a quiter. I've never quite anything in my life, but if this means as much to you as you are making it appear, then I have to quit now before we let it go any further. I can't.....I won't let myself be hurt again. Goodbye."
I kissed his cheek.
"Melody, wait."
I left because I don't think that I could stand anymore public humiliation. Mikey came after me.
Mo stayed and was talking to Bobby.
"Bosco, I'm"
"You listen to me, Caffrey. And you listen good, Melody is my baby sister. I would do anything for her and I know she would do anything for me because she already has. It's my turn to pay her back. Mel has been through way more in her life than she should've had to. She doesn't need it from you too. She loved you. She said that she knew she would never forget the night you made love. Melody said that she just knew she loved you. Mel said that she thought you were the one. The one who she would marry. So, If I were you, I would watch who I was dumping and having an affair on. I will not let my baby sister be hurt again."
Mo left. I was standing just outside of the door, in front of a big window that everyone in the bar could see me. I was just sobbing into Mikey's arms. Mo just rubbed my back soothingly.
"Ya okay Mel?"
"Can you guys give me a sec?"
"Sure."
They all got in the car. I composed my self. I ran my fingers through my hair and waitied until I stopped crying. I got in the drivers seat of my car and drove Mikey and Mo to ma's bar.
"Tell Ma that I'll call her tomorrow?"
"Sure. Love Ya Mel.Bye."
"Love ya Melody. Bye."
"Love you guys too. Bye Michael and Maurice Boscorelli."
I drove to my apartment. I started writing what I was going to say before I sung.
"Hi. My name is Melody Boscorelli and I'm 20. I'm a broadway actress and a singer. I have two brothers and a mom who I love very much. I have just been through two very difficult breakups with men who I loved very much. I sing songs that describe my life. Like my father beatin' my mom, my fiance leaving, and my boyfriend cheating on me. Tonight, I'm singing Sympathetic Character by Alanis Morsette to describe how I felt about seeing my father beat on my mother at the age of 6 to 7 years old."
I sung. When I sing, I don't just read the words off of a piece of paper. I sing from the heart and the words mean more to me and to the people I'm singing to. The crowd errupted in applause.