CSI: NY – The Musical!
Disclaimer: I got the DVDs, the CDs, rhythm, music, my man, who can ask for anything more.
Summary: My existence bordered on the tragic always timid, never took a chance, then I felt his magic and my heart began to dance. I was always frightened, fraught with worry... 'Till him.
Chapter Six - Till Him
"Oh, Mama, don't give me that." Lindsay Monroe sighed and rubbed her face. She was starched out in her apartment in one hand was margarita mix out of the jug, in the other was her handset to her cordless phone. She had been with Danny for the happiest six months of her life, all of that was slowly sinking if her mother kept up what she was doing. Jessica Monroe cared about her daughter, and only wanted the best, of course in Mrs. Monroe's mind the best was a Montanan lad with a nice job. Not a Stanton Island guy from your office. Jessica didn't understand the pull, she was sure that Lindsay's feelings were all for his manly pecks. Yes he had a great body but there was something else.
"Mama, I have everything I've ever dreamed of right now, but I've realized there's something more… this man… this man no one every made me feel like someone
'till him." Lindsay said there was a pause; she had to figure out how to put her emotion into words that her mother could see time zones away. "Life was really nothing but a glum one 'till him. My existence bordered on the tragic always timid, never took a chance. Then I felt his magic and my heart began to dance. I was always frightened, fraught with worry...'til him. I was going nowhere in a hurry 'til him. He filled up my empty life, filled it to the brim. There could never ever be another one...like him." Lindsay let out a breath and took a drink of her 'Rita mix. Her words struck a cord with her mother and she received a blessing.
"Thank you Mama. But don't worry about me…" she said smiling. "Yes, I'll give you a 'shout out' at the wedding if you do one thing for me. Never, ever, never, ever say 'shout out' in that context again."
Across town Danny was getting reamed by his pool shark friends, his willing domesticity was the topic of ridicule by the primarily single group of guys.
"Lindsay is different. She's just different." Danny said his way with words was eloquent. It didn't get his point across. "Listen… No one ever really knew me 'til her. Everyone was always out to screw me 'til her. Never met I gal I ever trusted, always dealt with shysters in the past, now I'm well adjusted 'cause I've got a girl to last." His proclamation brought snickers from the peanut gallery. "See guys this is my problem. Lindsay would never do this to me. Always playing singles never doubles 'til her. Never had a pal to share my troubles 'til her." He was pretty much booed out of his key English Cut to win the game.
Lindsay did a toast to her framed photo of them; they had been to the Empire state building, doing the touristy thing. He had been the cut out of King Kong she was Anne Darrow1. "He filled up my empty life, filled it to the brim."
Danny bought his gloating, winning friends a second round of beer and wistfully thought of Lindsay. There could never be another one like her.
1: If they don't do this, they should.