Disclaimer: Since this show is almost exactly The Bachelor I'm just
going to say that I don't own the Bachelor or the Bachelorette. I just
watch it every week. But I do own The Man of Her Dreams!
Amy walked into her party and looked around at all the handsome men socializing with each other and not knowing she had walked into the room. She knew that if they knew she was in the room that she would be swarmed with men.
And she was right, as soon as she walked into the main room of the house the men were all talking to her and asking her if she had the same interests as them and trying to get some one on one time with her. All of the men except one.
Ephram was by the table with paper gold plates and assorted party platters and glasses of champagne.
"Hey kid," a middle aged camera man barked, " why aren't you gettin' in on the action?"
'I'm waiting for the right moment." He replied. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked, and the man pointed down the hall. He didn't really have to go to the bathroom and he wasn't really using some super reality show strategy. He was nervous. He hadn't seen Amy since the day he left for Julliard. She had come to the airport and given him a heartfelt kiss on the cheek, which he returned, on the lips, passionately, and then walked onto the terminal. He didn't look back and he didn't see her face smiling from the kiss she had been waiting for so long for. He hadn't seen her since. Until now.
He walked into the bathroom, leaned against the marble and slowly sank down the marble floor.
* * *
She had talked to a considerable amount of the men. Some of which she wouldn't have talked to if she wasn't forced to, and some of them were great. But she was still waiting for the one right guy. She was pretty sure he was sitting somewhere, with his intense green eyes staring at the ground, upset. He probably didn't want to see her again.
She excused herself from the men who were continuing to suck up to her. She walked outside onto the beautiful, also covered in rose petals. She saw him, sitting on a bench, with his head down. When he saw her he immediately stood up and tried to flatten his still spiky dark brown hair.
"The star of the show!" he said to her in his usual sarcastic manner.
She waved toward the camera crews and told them that they could film their "one-on-one time in a few minutes. She waited for them to leave and as soon as they did she burst out.
"Ephram what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in New York becoming famous, not pretending that you don't know me and that you're vying to win me over on a TV show. How did you get on anyway?"
"They never told us your name, they wanted it to be a secret. I said I grew up in New York and that I lived in New York, simple as that."
"Why were you even trying out for this show?"
"Kind of a joke, didn't think I would get in. I guess our personalities fit together; we must have passed the compatibility test." He said with a smile. She laughed at him and she thought of all the times he made her laugh, even in the toughest situations.
"So what are we supposed to do?" she asked, sounding like this was something all about the situation at hand, but really she was thinking about how much of a sign this was. She loved Ephram, and he loved her still, although she didn't know it. The only reason that they were both on this show because they were both having trouble with love; for a reason.
Her thoughts, and Ephram's reply were cut short by the camera crew returning from inside the party.
"Okay, private time's over," a crude man operating the sound equipment shouted at them, " can we at least fake a something. Like where do you live, what do you do for a living stuff?"
"Oh," Amy stated, clearing her throat, "sure." She waited a few minutes until the cameramen said that the cameras were all clear and they were ready.
"So, um, Ephram, what do you do for a living."
" I play piano. I went to Julliard for my playing. Right now I'm just teaching kids in New York and I do a few concerts, but I guess you could say I'm just paying my dues." Ephram said, saying the prepared speech he had written for the girl who he wasn't supposed to know.
"That's interesting. I'd love to hear you play sometime, I'm sure you're good." Amy said, knowing fully well how good Ephram was at the piano and couldn't even imagine him getting better from his four years at Julliard, but figured it was possible. But she wasn't lying, she would like to hear him play again, that sweet sound that she loved so much and thought of often, even now.
"I'd love to." He said, without her knowing that during their entire conversation he had already written the first measure of a new song for her that he couldn't wait to get to a piano and write. "So what do you do for a living."
"I'm a teen therapist."
"That's cool." Ephram said, not knowing what else to say.
They sat in awkward silence, not knowing how else they were supposed to talk to each other, pretending not to know each other. The camera crew got tired of this quickly, they already had enough footage of them staring romantically into each other's eyes, although neither of them knew that they were doing it.
"Thanks kid." The same cameraman said to Ephram. "Amy, lets go back inside, I think Chris is coming out soon for the candle ceremony."
"Sorry, I have to go," Amy said. Hope to talk to you soon."
She walked inside with the cameramen, and Ephram stared after her. He wondered if it was possible for her to be even more beautiful than before. "It was," he thought. "Look at how gorgeous she looked tonight," and he walked inside.
Amy walked into her party and looked around at all the handsome men socializing with each other and not knowing she had walked into the room. She knew that if they knew she was in the room that she would be swarmed with men.
And she was right, as soon as she walked into the main room of the house the men were all talking to her and asking her if she had the same interests as them and trying to get some one on one time with her. All of the men except one.
Ephram was by the table with paper gold plates and assorted party platters and glasses of champagne.
"Hey kid," a middle aged camera man barked, " why aren't you gettin' in on the action?"
'I'm waiting for the right moment." He replied. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked, and the man pointed down the hall. He didn't really have to go to the bathroom and he wasn't really using some super reality show strategy. He was nervous. He hadn't seen Amy since the day he left for Julliard. She had come to the airport and given him a heartfelt kiss on the cheek, which he returned, on the lips, passionately, and then walked onto the terminal. He didn't look back and he didn't see her face smiling from the kiss she had been waiting for so long for. He hadn't seen her since. Until now.
He walked into the bathroom, leaned against the marble and slowly sank down the marble floor.
* * *
She had talked to a considerable amount of the men. Some of which she wouldn't have talked to if she wasn't forced to, and some of them were great. But she was still waiting for the one right guy. She was pretty sure he was sitting somewhere, with his intense green eyes staring at the ground, upset. He probably didn't want to see her again.
She excused herself from the men who were continuing to suck up to her. She walked outside onto the beautiful, also covered in rose petals. She saw him, sitting on a bench, with his head down. When he saw her he immediately stood up and tried to flatten his still spiky dark brown hair.
"The star of the show!" he said to her in his usual sarcastic manner.
She waved toward the camera crews and told them that they could film their "one-on-one time in a few minutes. She waited for them to leave and as soon as they did she burst out.
"Ephram what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in New York becoming famous, not pretending that you don't know me and that you're vying to win me over on a TV show. How did you get on anyway?"
"They never told us your name, they wanted it to be a secret. I said I grew up in New York and that I lived in New York, simple as that."
"Why were you even trying out for this show?"
"Kind of a joke, didn't think I would get in. I guess our personalities fit together; we must have passed the compatibility test." He said with a smile. She laughed at him and she thought of all the times he made her laugh, even in the toughest situations.
"So what are we supposed to do?" she asked, sounding like this was something all about the situation at hand, but really she was thinking about how much of a sign this was. She loved Ephram, and he loved her still, although she didn't know it. The only reason that they were both on this show because they were both having trouble with love; for a reason.
Her thoughts, and Ephram's reply were cut short by the camera crew returning from inside the party.
"Okay, private time's over," a crude man operating the sound equipment shouted at them, " can we at least fake a something. Like where do you live, what do you do for a living stuff?"
"Oh," Amy stated, clearing her throat, "sure." She waited a few minutes until the cameramen said that the cameras were all clear and they were ready.
"So, um, Ephram, what do you do for a living."
" I play piano. I went to Julliard for my playing. Right now I'm just teaching kids in New York and I do a few concerts, but I guess you could say I'm just paying my dues." Ephram said, saying the prepared speech he had written for the girl who he wasn't supposed to know.
"That's interesting. I'd love to hear you play sometime, I'm sure you're good." Amy said, knowing fully well how good Ephram was at the piano and couldn't even imagine him getting better from his four years at Julliard, but figured it was possible. But she wasn't lying, she would like to hear him play again, that sweet sound that she loved so much and thought of often, even now.
"I'd love to." He said, without her knowing that during their entire conversation he had already written the first measure of a new song for her that he couldn't wait to get to a piano and write. "So what do you do for a living."
"I'm a teen therapist."
"That's cool." Ephram said, not knowing what else to say.
They sat in awkward silence, not knowing how else they were supposed to talk to each other, pretending not to know each other. The camera crew got tired of this quickly, they already had enough footage of them staring romantically into each other's eyes, although neither of them knew that they were doing it.
"Thanks kid." The same cameraman said to Ephram. "Amy, lets go back inside, I think Chris is coming out soon for the candle ceremony."
"Sorry, I have to go," Amy said. Hope to talk to you soon."
She walked inside with the cameramen, and Ephram stared after her. He wondered if it was possible for her to be even more beautiful than before. "It was," he thought. "Look at how gorgeous she looked tonight," and he walked inside.