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~Forty One~Waffling Through The Story of Us~

~Forty One~Waffling Through The Story of Us~

'Alvin!'

I groaned. There she goes again.

'Alvin!'

The others snickered at my state.

'ALVIN!'

'Coming coming. Jeez.'

Who knew that Regina could be this annoying.

'What do you want now?'

She rolled her eyes.

About time you showed up. Now do you want her to have curly hair or straight?'

'Did you seriously puncture your lungs for this?'

'Just answer the question Moore.' She snapped.

'Curly is better.' I replied before going to check on the other things.

Regina turned back to do what she was doing. Dressing up all the actors.

Yes today was the day. The day where I show my script to Natalie. But I thought it would also be great if we acted it out for her.

'Mics?'

'Check.'

'Music.'

'Check.'

'Lights.'

'Check.'

'Actors.'

'Ready!' Regina shouted.

I let out a huge sigh before calling Ecaria.

'Hello.' She answered.

'Get Natalie here.'

.

People had already started to fill the auditorium and Natalie wasn't here yet. I was nervous. Really really nervous. And not enough for my nerves I saw her coming in. Or well being dragged by her friends. Just as they sat Regina called me. I rolled my eyes before answering her.

'What?'

'Its time.'

I nodded and went out on stage. Tapping my microphone I put on my biggest smile and announced.

'Good morning everybody. Alvin Moore here today to give you a jolly good show. For today's drama I am going to tell you a story. A story about a boy and a girl. A story about love. A story about life. A story about us.'

As I left the stage the curtains rose up. I couldn't see Natalie's expression properly so I don't know what she really feels about this.

On stage was Gayan and Tiyara. No backdrop, no props and no fancy nonsense. The boy wore a black t shirt and ripped jeans. The girl wore a lacy white knee length dress.

The scene began with Tiyara laughing and chasing Gayan, who was also laughing. Then Gayan abruptly drops down. Tiyara stops and stares. Gayan begins to thrash around, screaming.

'Stop it! Stop it!' Tiyara shouted, 'Please leave him alone. He's good. Please don't hurt him.'

They were going good so far. I wonder if Natalie understood this.

The lights switched off and a couple of seconds later were switched on again. This time Gayan was seated, cross legged on stage, a book and pen in hand. Tiyara was poised in a graceful manner. Tiptoed, hands above her head.

Soft music began to play. The boy was furiously writing something in his notebook, occasionally looking around before returning to his book. Mean while the girl danced to the music. The soft blue light becomes a flashing bright red as Gayan rips out the pages of the book he was writing in while Tiyara drops to her knees and begs and cries.