I’m walking along the hall to the assembly hall. It’s the first choir session this year . Every year we practice for a big show at the end of the year. When I arrive in the assembly hall I realise that I’m a bit late. Everyone is looking at me. I can feel how I’m blushing. The familiar warmth is coming up to my face. I hate these moments. I don’t like to be in the centre. So I just take a seat quietly.
“Well then because we’re complete now let’s start” Mrs Kingston is beginning. “Here are the music sheets from the song we’re starting with. It should be just like a little warm up after the summer holidays.” I look at the sheet in my hands. The title says ‘We go together from the musical Grease’. I love this musical. It’s one of my favourites.
The background music starts and Mrs Kingston is giving us a sign to stand up and we start singing. It’s fantastic! You just get this happy feeling. I can’t explain it. This feeling you get on a warm summer day. I look up from my sheet. Actually I know the song of by heart. But who is this? There is a foreign face. Normally we’re just exactly the same group every year. But there is this boy. He has brown hair und these dark mysterious sparkling eyes. In this moment he looks up right into in my eyes, just for a few seconds. I look back at my sheet fast. Concentrate on the song. Just sing! But I can’t help it there is this feeling in my stomach. I feel sick. The song ends and we all start clapping like we always do apart from me. I’m just standing there. What is your problem?
“Very good folks! “ Mrs Kingston is praising us. “Next week we’ll try this one” She’s handing us another sheet. “I want all boys to practice the main man voice and all girls to practice the main woman voice. So I can take everyone for these soli I want.”
I walk home without really realising what I’m doing. Everything is just like a dream. I’m floating through the streets automatically. At home I walk to my room and just lie down on the floor. What was that? Okay, I just have to forget about it. I should really concentrate on the song. Okay, let’s have a look what it is. It’s... Oh it’s another song from ‘Grease’. YES! I get up and search for an instrumental version on ‘Youtube’. My phone is ringing.
“Hi there. Did you see this BOY today? Oh my good he’s hot! “It’s my best friend Vicky.
“Hiya! What? Can you please tell me what you’re talking about?” But I think I already know.
“This GUY? Brown hair, tall and the most beau-u-u-tiful eyes I’ve ever seen. ” She’s doing this girly thing when she’s saying beautiful. I can imagine how her eyelashes are going up and down fast.
“Oh, THIS guy. Yeah he’s in the choir. I saw him there.”
“So good looking AND a talented singer: A dream!”
May I introduce: Vicky.
But the strange thing is that I get this feeling in my stomach again. I can’t explain it. It’s like I’m… jealous?
“Do you know who he is?” I’m trying to get the conversation in a more normal direction.
“Someone told me he moved over from England to Edinburgh a few months ago and I think his name is Darin or something like this.”
Darin. Darin. What a wonderful name! And he really looks like a Darin.
I sigh. What exactly are you doing Jean?
“Jean? Je-a-a-an!”
“Yeah, right, I’m here.” Oh my word I’m completely freaking out!
“What’s going on?”
Yeah: What’s going on?
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Cyber Love
RomanceI can’t! I just can’t! I’m walking up and down in my room with the telephone in my hand, ready to phone someone. I mean not just someone, someone special: Darin. I’m taking a deep breath of fresh air and I press the first number. I realise that my...
