Go read this post first if you haven't already, as this entry is a continuation of that and it won't make any sense otherwise. Okay?
Yes, Michael et al are all sophomores in university. Ellie Johnson is a senior in high school and Danny's a freshman at university.
MPAA Rating: G
Characters: Michael, "unknown girl", several people by mention
Word Count: 402
That was the last of the playing he felt like doing that night and he set the violin carefully in its case, cleaned the remainder of the rosin off with the soft cloth that came with the instrument and strapped the handle firmly in place. Fingers that were plenty agile snapped the case shut and he carried it out of the backstage area and down the corridor, walking in a straight line towards the main area of the church. His eyes scanned the area for signs of Scott or Samantha Adams, but neither of the twins was anywhere to be found. Nor was Ellie Johnson, Danny Turner or either of the Feliz brothers, for that matter. They had all probably gone home for the night and for a good reason. Tomorrow was Christmas.
Quietly, he hummed a few measures of O Little Town of Bethlehem to himself as he walked towards the front of the church. He had spent hours preparing for the Christmas Eve service, just as everyone else in the youth group did, but somehow, he felt that this was somehow more special to him than it was to anyone else. The rehearsals had gone over well, but tonight, there seemed to be a certain peace in the air. Even Ellie Johnson and Danny Turner - who were constantly at each other's throats about one thing or another - stopped arguing long enough to deliver their lines flawlessly.
Oh yes, it had been nearly perfect. Except for him. Halfway through the duet he was playing with Andy, he had noticed a familiar face in the outskirts of the crowded pews. It had been several moments later when he placed the face; he wasn't good at putting names to faces, especially out of context. And this man was the last person Michael would expect to see in a church. His ears pricked back at the mere thought.
"Hey! There you are!" A voice from scarcely five feet behind him called out. The voice obviously belonged to a girl and it had been one that grated on his nerves for weeks on end at one point a few years prior. Forgetting all about Sharpe and what he could possibly be doing at a church, Michael spun around and came face to face with the other person he least wanted to see at this point.
This was going to be one long night.
tbc... this is just starting to get interesting...
Yes, Michael et al are all sophomores in university. Ellie Johnson is a senior in high school and Danny's a freshman at university.
MPAA Rating: G
Characters: Michael, "unknown girl", several people by mention
Word Count: 402
That was the last of the playing he felt like doing that night and he set the violin carefully in its case, cleaned the remainder of the rosin off with the soft cloth that came with the instrument and strapped the handle firmly in place. Fingers that were plenty agile snapped the case shut and he carried it out of the backstage area and down the corridor, walking in a straight line towards the main area of the church. His eyes scanned the area for signs of Scott or Samantha Adams, but neither of the twins was anywhere to be found. Nor was Ellie Johnson, Danny Turner or either of the Feliz brothers, for that matter. They had all probably gone home for the night and for a good reason. Tomorrow was Christmas.
Quietly, he hummed a few measures of O Little Town of Bethlehem to himself as he walked towards the front of the church. He had spent hours preparing for the Christmas Eve service, just as everyone else in the youth group did, but somehow, he felt that this was somehow more special to him than it was to anyone else. The rehearsals had gone over well, but tonight, there seemed to be a certain peace in the air. Even Ellie Johnson and Danny Turner - who were constantly at each other's throats about one thing or another - stopped arguing long enough to deliver their lines flawlessly.
Oh yes, it had been nearly perfect. Except for him. Halfway through the duet he was playing with Andy, he had noticed a familiar face in the outskirts of the crowded pews. It had been several moments later when he placed the face; he wasn't good at putting names to faces, especially out of context. And this man was the last person Michael would expect to see in a church. His ears pricked back at the mere thought.
"Hey! There you are!" A voice from scarcely five feet behind him called out. The voice obviously belonged to a girl and it had been one that grated on his nerves for weeks on end at one point a few years prior. Forgetting all about Sharpe and what he could possibly be doing at a church, Michael spun around and came face to face with the other person he least wanted to see at this point.
This was going to be one long night.
tbc... this is just starting to get interesting...
1 comment:
You are right... definitely getting interesting! I don't want you to stop...................
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