Why Me Lawd!!!

WHAT IS THE SECRET

I caught a glimpse of my boyfriend sitting in a chair in the center of the stage. I was surprised that he didn’t look at me when I stepped onto the stage, though I dismissed the suspicious gesture and took a seat in second chair that was stationed directly beside his own. As I sat down, I reached over giving him a quick peck on the lips, to show the audience that we were deeply in love with one another. I was relieved that he engaged in the kiss with me, but he still felt distance when I kissed him. This earned us an, “Aww”, from the audience who reminded me of those sitcom shows, where the people reacted to every little thing that the “cast” did by verbally expressing their feelings in tones that viewers could understand.

The cushioned chair was comfortable, yet I couldn’t help fidgeting in my seat. The second I was seated the clapping quickly subsided. I glanced around the stage and it was then when I spotted Maury standing a few feet away from us. I watched a few episodes of his show, but I wouldn’t call myself a fan of it.

 Maury was a man who was in his sixties, though he probably exercised a lot and ate healthy, because he appeared to be in his mid-forties. He had sandy blonde hair that was brushed backwards on his head in a manner that made it appear as though it were some sort of hat for his head. A large portion of Maury's forehead was visible, due to baldness, a process of aging that one couldn’t avoid. He had a light, peach complexion with his skin appearing elastic, though not to the point where it appeared loose on his body.

The television host stood tall, dressed in a black suit with a tie, a uniform that he had imprinted for himself in the minds of the viewers, over the two decades that he had done his show. In one hand he held a large, black microphone, and in the other a few, light green cards that had his name printed on opposite side of them that was visible to the audience.

"Hi Ashley,” said Maury, while taking a few steps closer. “How are you?”

“Hi Maury, um I'm…,” I glanced over at Alexander, who refused to look at me, then I averted my attention to Maury as I spoke. “Pretty, good.”

I could feel the gaze of the entire audience upon me. It was strange to have that many people looking at you at one time, especially when you didn’t take into consideration that there would be millions of more who tuned into the show once it aired on television. I tried very hard to ignore the audience’s presence, reminding myself that I wasn’t here for them, but instead my boyfriend, though I couldn’t help feel as though there was a sense of superiority from the audience.

It was as though they were sitting there, amused that they knew some secret that I was oblivious to. It was almost as though they were all thinking about how superior they were to me and were anticipating some memorable reaction from me. It was a nerve racking feeling the sense as though you were being judged by a large group of people.

“So you haven’t heard anything, you’ve been outside the studio, back stage,” said Maury.

“Right,”

I kept my eyes on Maury, trying to ignore the crowd watching us. He took a few steps closer to me, appearing to be speaking more into his microphone than he was to me. He stood a little closer to me, allowing me to make out his facial features a little bit more distinctly. The skin on his face was drooping a little, creating a little roof of his own flesh over the area where his mustache was suppose to go. I could see his bluish, greenish eyes, which gave this impression that he was this caring man who had experienced a great deal of drama throughout his life time.

“Do you know why you’re here?” asked Maury.

“The only thing I know is that Alexander has a secret that he’s been keeping from me, but I don’t know what the secret is.”

“Oh, okay. So you don’t know anything?”

“I’m hoping to find out what the secret is.”

WHAT IS THE SECRET THAT ALEXANDER IS HOLDING FROM ASHLEY