Airplanes || M.G.C

6

Song for this chapter
The Nutcracker, Op.71: Overture - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Seiji Ozawa
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The next two weeks went by so slow but so fast at the same time. We saw each other a few times with in those two weeks. Some days we talked longer than others. There was at least a day or two where we didn't see or talk to each other what so ever. Then the day of the ballet comes along I found myself alot more nervous than I would've thought. I thought I would be... not nervous

I tried my best to be calm for this "date", but I was so nervous. But why was I nervous? I didn't have feelings for Michael, or do I? Oh no DJ. Do not start thinking like this. I sigh and I begin to look for what I was going to wear to The Nutcracker. Going back and forth between outfits before settling on a simple yet classy black dress, appropriate for an occasion like this. Since I usually go for minimum makeup at B.I, I give a little more effort and doing a little extra than I usually do, but trying not to stress out over it.

Finally successful at my makeup up I start on my hair, which was already wavy, but I heat up my curling wand and spruce up my hair. Just as I was fixing my last curl, I hear my buzzer go off, which meant Michael was here. I walk over to the intercome, and speak into it.

"Hello?" I say
"Hey DJ, it's me. Michael." Michael says.
I giggle, "All right, come on up." And I press the button that unlocks the door. About a minute later there's a knock at my door, and I rush to unlock it, and then there's Michael Clifford standing in my doorway. He looks me, very admirably.

"W-wow... DJ... you look.. phenomenal." He says, holding a small bouquet of flowers out towards me. I blush slightly, trying not to let it show. I move my hair out of my face.
"Umm, thanks Michael... uhh, would you like to come in?" I say gesturing him to come in.
"Sure." He says shyly, slowly stepping inside. I start to gather a few things into a small purse, like my keys, phone, my carton on cigarettes with my lighter packed inside. Michael closes the door behind him and he stands near my piano.

"Would you like a drink before we go?" I ask him, now ready for our so called 'date'.
"No I'm good." He shakes his head, his eyes still focused on my piano. "Do you play?" He asks, now looking at me, intrigued.
"Oh, no. I don't have the talent or time to learn. It's just for decoration." I brush it off, hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions.
"Oh, okay... um... so we should go." Michael says, looking at me, I nod in agreement.

I lock my door behind me as we leave, and we walk outside to his car. The drive to the music Hall was a quite one, with faint music playing in the background. A variety of genres playing, from jazz to today's radio hits, to the 80s classics. I look out the window most of the time. As I stare out I see a plane flying above us. I close my eyes and talk to my parents.

"Mom, dad... hi.. I can't believe this is actually happening. I don't think I should be even doing this. Why did I even agree to this? God, please help me tonight. Give me sign or something telling me it's okay. I love you forever."

"You okay, DJ?" I Michael asks me. I turn around and smile.

"Yeah, I'm just reminiscing is all."

Once we get near the music hall, I am in awe. The structure, the beauty of it. I can't believe Michael would be so kind as to take me here as a first date. Are first dates generally this fancy or dates in general? Are the later dates the ones you order takeout and just lounge around watching movies?

Later dates? Stop talking like that DJ, this is a one time thing... yeah.

Michael finds a parking spot, and he clears his throat. "We still have plenty of time. Would you like to go inside or stay a here a little longer?" He asks me.