Katherine flashes me an innocent smile from the passenger seat of my car. I can't tell if it's genuine or fake, but given the awkwardness I'm feeling right now, I'm assuming it's fake.
"Your car is cool," she says, running her finger along the dashboard.
"It's a piece of crap," I assure her. "I've had it forever."
"Reminds me of Veronica Sawyer's car from the 1989 cult classic dark-comedy film Heathers," she says enthusiastically. "They turned it into a musical, too. Premiered off-broadway in 2014."
I'm starting to regret taking her. She's more awkward than me, and that's kind of hard to do, if I say so myself.
"Cool," I say, honestly not caring. "So, you're big on musical theatre?"
"Does Mrs. Lovatt get pushed into an oven in the Johnny Depp 'Sweeney Todd' film?" she asks. Does she expect me to understand that reference. "Of course, I LOVE musicals. They're my life.. I run a musical theatre cult."
"Cult?" I ask, my heart jumping out of my throat.
"That was a joke.. more like a support group, I guess," she says. I would believe if she started a cult, her eyes are big and creepy looking. But also, so are mine.
I walk into the museum with her, and we give our tickets to the woman at the front near the door. The first exhibit we walk into on the tour is a gallery of parody photos, like Mona Lisa with an ice cream cone on her head.
"That is hilarious!" Katherine says, pointing to a photo that shows the Beatles' Abbey Road cover as ice cream sandwiches. "I love the Beatles."
"So do I," I say, shocked that we have something in common, even if it is something small.
"Eh, I like musicals more, though," she says, turning around and flipping her hair.
"Of course you do," I casually gripe. Why does she keep talking about Broadway shows.
For the next three exhibits-a ginormous banana split photo-op, a room that looks like it is made from a waffle cone, and some other room that I can't remember. Katherine keeps babbling about Miss Saigon and Annie, Get Your Gun. Once she starts talking about the Wicked movie adaption, I completely lose it.
"Enough about the Broadway, okay?" I say. "I'm just not.. a fan of that."
"Well, then, Rami," she asks, "what are you a fan of?"
"I'm a fan of classic movies," I say slowly.
"You mean like Rocky?" she asks.
"Yes, I did enjoy Rocky," I say casually. I remember watching it is a kid, but barely remember anything about the plot.
"That was a musical," she says. "It was on Broadway! Ever heard of School of Rock?"
"Yes," I say with an awkward smile. I know it has Jack Black in it, but I've never watched it.
"Andrew Lloyd Weber," she says, staring me dead in the eyes. "2016 Tony nominee. Bless up!"
This is going to be very painful.
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Rami & Friends
FantasyAt a theatre school, jealousy between a social media star and his well-known actor roommate leads to chaos. What started out as a friendship, quickly turns to war with cults, murder, and arrests. Totally a joke btw i don't know why I wrote this Kind...
