This is a “short story” I wrote not too long ago. I say short in quotations because it’s a bit longer than most of my posts here. It’s also 100% true.
All you Teen Mania folk should get a special sort of kick out of this story.
They say there are only 24 hours in a day.
That may be true in most cases, but not during a particular August I spent in Corpus Christi.
Thirty of us “young adults” were getting a crash course on how to put together a world class, high tech, multimedia event. Long complicated snakes of video, audio, lighting and electrical cord ran along the floor of the rodeo arena we were practicing in. Caribeaners clicked as the sixty foot high lighting truss was climbed and mounted. Giant projectors linked to spiffy video software did their best to frustrate the computer programmer.
My task in all the pre-production flurry was simple.
It would be an understatement to say I was disappointed with this. If I had been able to count t-shirts in the arena, so I could preview the video clips, watch the drama team practice and see the lighting genius work out his sequences to the music, THEN I would have been simply disappointed.
I was, however, counting t-shirts in a corridor where tarantulas helped me fold merchandise and the music from the arena sounded like it was echoing through 100 tin cans.
I decided to take a break and go to the opposite corridor to watch the drama team practice their comedic sketches. While the actors ran through their lines, the drama coach, Mitch, ran around in circles, and generally made a nuisance of himself to test their concentration skills. Since I was a t-shirt counter/folder I wasn’t required to keep a straight face. I enjoyed rolling around on the dusty concrete floor, making things even harder for the struggling thespians.
Energized and uplifted by the good laugh I got, I headed back to my dark corner that seemed a little lighter now. Except I had left my inventory sheet with Mitch and his crew. So, I turned around to walk the long empty hall again.
The massive sound system in the main auditorium was getting checked and it was then that a very cheesy song began. It was a cartoonish song of silly, spring love with serenading birds.
Mitch happened to be headed my direction in the hall.
At the same moment we both threw our hands up in the air and ran towards each other in mock slow motion. As we approached each other, he grabbed my waist, the music crescendoed, he lifted me in the air and spun me around.
Without a word, he set me down and we both walked away. Casually and without a single backward glance.
I whistled all afternoon. The rest of the week was full of 24 hour days.