Journey to the Center of Attention

Get A Life

It is another Friday night at the house and April is cozying herself up on the couch.

"April, what are you doing?" Jackson asks coming from his bedroom to see April sitting on their couch.

"As you can see, I'm on the couch, enjoying a big bowl of popcorn while watching Bridesmaids." April responds.

"I-"

"Oh look! The bride to be is crapping her wedding dress in the middle of the street." She laughs.

"I cannot watch you sit around, wasting away into nothing for another weekend. You need to get a life" He says, turning off the TV. "You're coming with me to the bar." He tells her as he sits next to her.

"Jackson, you know how much I hate going into places like that. They make me feel so uncomfortable." April sighs.

"Now, now, April, they're just as uncomfortable with you, so don't blame yourself." He tells her, patting her shoulder.

"Thanks for the pep talk." She says, faking a smile.

"I think that it all stems from your low self-esteem. It's not your fault that you're all...religious."

"What are talking about?" A confused April asks.

"April, if you felt better about yourself you'd want to get out and do more. You're a beautiful woman and I just don't want to see you all bummed out due to your love life. You know what I do when I'm feeling low?"

"What?"

"I have a little exercise I do whenever my self-esteem's kind of low. I say my name and then I list three positive things about myself. I'm Jackson Avery. I'm hardworking, women find me so damn desirable, and I'm good looking."

"Really?" She asks sarcastically.

"Go on now, you try. You won't regret it." He tells her and she sighs heavily.

"I'm April Kepner. I'm beautiful, men find me desirable, and people want to be my friend."

"Oops. I'm sorry I confused you. You're supposed to say three positive things that apply to you, not Blanche Devereaux." He tells her, teasing her about her favorite show The Golden Girls. "You know, like you could say, "I'm April Kepner. I'm very neurotic, religious and...well there's no law that says that it has to be three." He shrugs.

"Don't worry about the- wait! I just thought of a third one. I can cut my best friend's dick off in a heartbeat." She deadpans with a devious smile on her face.

"Ouch!" He winces.

"I hope you found that touching."

"And speaking of being touched, it's nickel beer night at the Harlow Bar. I'm gonna get my wallet and my shoes, you get changed, 'cause we're going." He tells her with a huge smile on his face.

"Oh, Jackson, what if no one there wants to talk to me? What if nobody asks me to dance? You know that people look at me like I'm a piece of plywood."

"Now, April, think, if there's somebody out there who is willing to dance with a corpse or with a bag of chips, there's somebody willing to dance with you."

"Jackson-"

"Don't worry about a thing. You're gonna love it." He tells her as he is going to his room.

"I hate you!" She yells at him.

"Tell me something that I don't already know!" He yells back.