"Since we weren't able to celebrate Thanksgiving before, I thought we could just go out to dinner, and serve or thanks," said Sandra, a little too enthusiastically. Casey looked at the adjoining chair where Troy Allen sat. "Sounds like a good idea, since I'm starving anyways," said Derek. "Well, I do want you kids to dress up a bit, we're going to Seaport. Now let's get moving go!" Sandra swiped the teenagers away. The girl piled into the bathroom, applying make-up and fixing hair. Even though Casey was wore out from just going up the stairs she was still excited just to be getting out for the night.
And it put off talking to Troy Allen about her incident. Each girl put on a special gown, Casey had enough evening wear stored in her closet to cloth a small army, but finally decided on a fairy-like design that criss crossed up her back. It was translucent, yet gave off the colors of blue and green. The fabric was made from French silk imported from Quebec. It was like she had become a bubble, and had the fear that everything around her was going to pop.
Everyone grabbed their coats and hats, and jumped into the vans. "You look good," Casey said to Derek laughing a bit. He was wearing a dress jacket and pants, with a Thompson High T-Shirt underneath. His worn out Converses with dirty laces stuck out from it all. "I thin I do. The clothes don't make the man don't ya know, the man makes the clothes. And I'm working this overtime," he said getting into her face in a playful way. Somehow after their conversation they had formed a mutual understanding of each other. They had become friends, and after walking on eggshells about it for awhile. They got used to it, and now it was as if none of their fights had occurred.
She smiled back at him, her cheeks flaring a bit from how close his face had come to hers. The Seaport was as elegant as ever, lights and candles glistening everywhere. Derek and Troy Allen helped Casey over to their table, she looked around in awe from her seat. Gold and silver chandeliers hung from the ceiling, crystal dangling at the ends. A 1950's style stage was set up in the corner of the huge ballroom. It made her feel like Cinderella sitting there. Everything was going fine, until Troy Allen went to the front of the stage.
He began talking to the conductor, who seemed to be agreeing from his excessive nodding. Troy Allen then approached the mike. Coughed to gain everyone's attention. "About 10 months ago a young woman named Casey Macdonald had to move from here, leaving everything behind. Family, friends, and even her fiancé. I made this song about a week after her departure, and tonight I wanted her to hear it." The beat of the music was lively, yet sad, and it twanged Casey's heart.
Remember how they always seemed to know, we had the forest in our eyes, but the earth was in our clothes. They thought we'd fall, not at all.
Casey's heart was beating a mile a minute, as she looked alongside the table.
So look back on your treasured days, when we were young in a world that was so tired. Though it's not what we wanted before, even the saints had to crawl from the floor.
She saw how Derek's face was contorted in anger, and she rang her napkin in her fists, wanting for all the feelings she was hurting.
Remember how they tried to hold you down, we climbed the towers to look upon our town. Everything you hoped would last, it just becomes your past, it hurts.
Why was Troy Allen doing this? She asked herself. Casey couldn't understand it, but a friend can make up a song about another friend right?
But then how this world slipped through my fingers, and even the sun seemed tired. I still cared, as they lowered you down, my heart just jaded. In that moment the earth made no sound. But you were there, you helped me lift my pain into the air.
Casey smiled, seemingly the only person catching his symbolism of death. She had died a little that day she moved. But something had been reborn when she moved into the Venturi house. She had to learn to fight harder for what she wanted, and that it was alright to be a preppypolypants some of the time.
I still miss you, God I still miss you. I know that you are waiting there. I always thought that you would come home. If it don't hurt you then it won't hurt me. If it don't hurt me then it won't hurt you. If it don't hurt you then it won't hurt me that way.
All the people who stood to dance applauded, and the people who didn't stood up and applauded even louder. Until the a last beat rang out. He took the microphone into his hand, and strolled down the stages' staircase. "Maybe Miss Macdonald will take a piece of her past back," he said moving closer to their table. Her heart pounded to her rib cage. "Maybe she'll again agree to marry me." Her face reddened, and her head went completely blank. She wasn't thinking, she couldn't have been. "A feeble "Yes" escaped her lips, and at the same moment, Derek overturned the entire table sending the crowd into complete chaos.