Where Snapdragons Lie

Movie Night Goes Haywire

Pierce and I meandered around downtown for a few hours before heading for the library. He was perfect at conversations. Time just flew by so quickly we almost forgot we were seeing a movie. I parked the car in the deepest darkest corner of the library parking garage. Sure as hell glad they have one. I put a lock on the steering wheel, just in case. You never know who is out here especially when you park away from the lights.

"So you can't do florescent lights?" Pierce asked me, grabbing the bag from the trunk.

"Just not bright ones," I clarified, "My eyes are just super sensitive."

"Got it," he acknowledged, "You really do need those glasses then." I nodded at him. "But don't feel the need to hide your eyes from me."

"Its not you I'm hiding them from," I nonchalantly said grabbing the pillows and blankets.

"Well they look pretty to me. Why not leave the glasses here? Just for tonight. It's already getting dark."

I felt the blush in my cheeks. My eyes? Pretty? But leave my glasses in the car? I don't know about that. My sunglasses are like my security blanket. They give me comfort in a rude and rather biased world. They're my chance to interact with people who would normally run at the sight of me. But he says they're pretty. I haven't been called pretty in a while. I came up with a compromise. I slipped them onto my head. That way he can see my eyes and I can have them on my person.

"How's this?" I asked.

"Perfect," He said.

We walked up the stairway to the surface, past the fountains, and to the atrium by the entrance. A twelve foot tall inflatable screen was tethered up. Some people were already showing up. We picked a spot in the very back in the middle of the row. We put the blanket over the concrete and propped the pillows up to cushion our backs. Makes the hot concrete bearable to sit on.

"So, whats playing tonight?" I asked.

"Its Footloose, at least I think it is," he hesitated.

"You think?" I inquired. I looked around at the rest of the gathering crowd. A few glances was all it took. Mormons. There were huge families with 'What would Jesus do' and 'Say yes to Jesus' shirts. At least six to eight kids in a single group. Theirs clothes modest and their language cringely appropriate. Nothing but "Great scott" or "Holy Goalie" pass over their tongue. No soda, candy, or snacks in sight. Many of them missionaries and their black plastic name tags were showing.

"Yeah, I doubt its going to be the original footloose..." he said trailing off.

I pulled out my phone and went to the libraries mobile site. Detectives gonna search. I cant help it sometimes. I looked on the program calendar for today's date. The movie was titled 'Foot Loosened', and it was indeed a musical. Oh my non-denominational God. I'm really not a fan of spiritual movies. The description was not reassuring.

Based on a true heartwarming story. Patricia Warren is a gifted dancer who is dedicated to proper technique. When she looses her hands in a tragic accident her dream of being a professional dancer seems lost. But with the power of her family, and her faith, behind her she tries to reach her goals. Its a true testament to the power of family and miracles.

I may vomit. She's a dancer who looses her hands. I smell something generic as fuck coming my way. I leaned into Pierce and showed him the description. He lips turning into a thin line as he tried to stifle a laugh. I've seen LDS movies with Liz before, some of them were very well done. But this, even by Latter Day Saint standards, is going to be a D rated movie.

"I'm going to laugh, I know it," He said cracking open the Doritos.

"Me too. I'm not going to be able to hide it," I giggled. We vowed then and there to cover each others mouths if either of us goes hysterical with laughter.