Entry 30: What's Opera Arnold?
Today's field trip turned out to not be half bad. Perhaps it's because, I wasn't awake for it.
The class and I arrived at the Opera House to hear we'd be seeing the play Carmen. No one seemed too head over heels about the idea of a field trip being wasted on seeing a musical until hearing further description of the play.
Of course the bull fights and sword fights were enough to amuse the geeks in the group. I was just interested in the overwhelmingly dramatic love story the teacher had been going on about.
Once everyone had taken their seats, I noticed football head past out quicker than Miriam does after finishing her smoothies. It wasn't that noticeable...until we got to the end of the first act. I brought out a helpful friend (my slingshot) to take care of the disruption.
"Hey! What'd ya do that for?"
"I had to shut you up somehow. You were snoring louder than the orchestra."
Then it was my turn to doze off. I don't know if it was Pheebs' vivid description or my heart's desire to experience what I was watching? Whatever the reason, I soon past out and was dreaming of slashing football head's crush… Ruth ~
Pttss...Ruth! What does he see in her? So what if she's pretty? Let me tell ya, it may have been a dream, but I fixed her wagon.
Seeing her fall through the trap door on stage was like opening the door to his heart for me. With our classmates doing a somewhat decent job of singing behind us, my beloved and I were dancing across the stage. Who cares if it wasn't actually us? Who cares if it was all a dream? The moment was perfect!
That is, until it was interrupted by someone else feeling he was capable of winning my heart. In any realistic world, he would be considered the class' black sheep. As I said, this was a dream. It didn't matter WHO it was. Just the idea of Arnold being jealous of someone else trying to steal my affections made my heart beat all the more heavily.
I was handed flowers, chocolates and the key to a new car in the hopes of being lured to Curly… yeah, fat chance of that happening.
He and Arnold fought for my love in an exciting sword fight that was sadly ended by the applause of the audience when the actual show ended.
I awoke to find myself laying in Geraldo's lap. Not exactly the dream position (or person) I had hoped to awaken to.
I sat up watching my beloved walk past me as I listened to Pheebs ask my opinion on the said to be masterpiece play.
"It was okay. It just ended too soon."
If I could just find the strength, build up the courage to reveal those passionate feelings which I possess, I may never have to worry about something so wonderful ending.
There's still the matter of it starting though. I'm not sure I can handle the thought of that now. That's what these little fantasy opportune moments are for, and I savor each one of them.
When it comes to actions, football head may dream big while I think realistically, but when it comes to fantasizing, no one dreams bigger than me. One day my dreams with my beloved will become a reality.
