Imitating Life
Dec 11, 2018 16:23:14 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Dec 11, 2018 16:23:14 GMT -6
From the knees down, Rebecca's legs dangled over the side of a love seat's armrest. The slivers of ankle showing under her baggy jeans were covered with two different socks - one purple with yellow smiley faces, the other blue with red stripes. Her back was flat against the seat cushions. A CD walkman rested on her belly, headphones over her ears. Despite the weather, the kelly green sleeves of her hooded shirt were excessively long, her thumbs poked out through holes she'd cut into the cuffs.
Humming along with the music blaring into her ears, she painted her fingernails. Each was a different color, yet Rebecca was using only one bottle of polish. The entire bottle had been charmed. She had finally figured out how. Now she didn't have to charm each nail separately. That was a pain in the tuchus.
He watched her painting each nail a different color, idly wondering if each stroke could be a different color, making psychedelic swirls. Maybe if the polish had iron in it and the brush was magnetized . . . He stopped thinking, realizing he was staring at her.
"So, how did your try-outs go? I'm sure you aced it. Anyone else look like they made it?" he asked her.
Rebecca stared right back for a minute, eyebrow perked. Levi was interesting, someone she considered a friend. She had to admit he was cute, with those deep dimples. Even though she was not actively seeking a boyfriend, she wouldn't turn him down if he asked her on a date. On the very rare occasion she decided she might like a boyfriend, she always considered him, but she could never be certain when he and Sadie were and weren't a couple. Still, he was cuter before he let his hair grow out. Why did guys do that when they had the luxury of cutting it in all kinds of crazy ways without getting odd looks? Rebecca would love to get her hands on his head for some experimentation.
Finally, she pulled her headphones down to her neck. Lip-reading was beyond her capabilities. "Sorry, Levi," she pointed to her now-unobstructed ear. "What did you say?"
"I was just asking about play try-outs. I was wondering if there were any who looked really great besides you. I know you aced it. I've see you act before." He grinned. "And if you were wondering what I was thinking about before when I was staring at you. . . it was just stupid, but ask me later if you want to know what waste of time my thoughts are," he added with a laugh.
"Ooh. Yeah, I made callbacks," Rebecca smiled, sitting up and drawing her legs into 'crisscross applesauce'. "Against Candy Cain. Bleh, right? Esther Black was really good, too. I can't wait to see what she comes up with for Wednesday. Everyone else did alright, but none of them really stick out in my mind. The guys were mediocre."
In performance and looks, she adds inwardly. The play could use some pretty boys to match up to the pretty girls. "You should have tried out. Maybe next time? Maybe the next one will be a musical," her brows waggled exaggeratedly as she smirked. Her elbows propped on her knees, jaw on her palms, fingers with mostly-dry nails carefully placed on her cheeks. Did he know just how his grin affected girls? Probably, the jerk. She wasn't seeking companionship and here she was, melting away with a soft sigh, envying Sadie. And she hadn't even noticed him staring, really. Rebecca had been too busy staring, herself. Now she was very curious, since he wasn't divulging his reason for staring right away.
"Later? Why would I ask later and not now?" Rebecca sat up straighter, brow cocked. "Are you busy now?"
"No, I'm not busy. I'm just stupidly thinking about girls' nail polish . . ." He laughed. "Like what if you enchanted each brush stroke to change color? Then if you put iron in the polish, and magnetized the brush, you could make the polish do all psychedelic swirly things. It would look trippy, and tie-dyed, like a Grateful Dead poster." But he still felt stupid for thinking about girls' nail polish.
"Oh," was all Rebecca said for a moment as she registered just how high her flirtation flew over his head. Why did she even care that he hadn't caught it? Well, he's a cute guy, she rationalized internally, and he thinks I'm a good actress. Now to mask her half-confusion, half-disappointment.
"You're right. Waste of time," she feigned a yawn, but there was a twinkle in her eye. Rising, she stretched and crossed to the vending machine to purchase a candy wand. By some miracle, two fell into the collection bin. "Oooo, freebie. Wan' i'?"
She held the candy replication out toward him after sticking a blue, green, and purple striped wand between her teeth like a stogie. Hers was fashioned after the wand of Helios Heckle, the man that invented the magical microwave - as a joke, but it caught on. Rebecca wasn't sure whose the other one was modeled after, she'd never seen that one before.
He took the proffered wand. "Why soitunly, lady," he said, in an approximation of the Three Stooges. He unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. Blueberry . . . Lemon . . . and Watermelon. "Suhweet . . . thanks."
"So you think I'd be good in the musical? What would they want with a long hair like me? Most musicals want more clean cut types . . . unless they do 1776 or Hair or something."
"Or Jesus Christ Superstar," she grinned, then wondered if that was offensive. "But yeah, you're musically talented, right?"
Rebecca twirled her candy wand around in her mouth, then pouted a bit. "Aw, I wanted to see your wand," she said after taking her own out to speak. "I've seen a lot of them, but I haven't seen yours yet."
"I'd complain that Jesus Christ Superstar really isn't a good musical for a Jew, but he was Jewish too," he said ironically. "I have some musical skills, yeah."
He held out the candy wand in his hand. "You wanted to see my wand . . ." he smirked. He pulled his real wand out of his pocket. "Or this one?" He put his real wand back in his pocket. "Or did you have something else in mind, Rebecca?" He stared her right in the eye, then he winked very slowly.
Humming along with the music blaring into her ears, she painted her fingernails. Each was a different color, yet Rebecca was using only one bottle of polish. The entire bottle had been charmed. She had finally figured out how. Now she didn't have to charm each nail separately. That was a pain in the tuchus.
He watched her painting each nail a different color, idly wondering if each stroke could be a different color, making psychedelic swirls. Maybe if the polish had iron in it and the brush was magnetized . . . He stopped thinking, realizing he was staring at her.
"So, how did your try-outs go? I'm sure you aced it. Anyone else look like they made it?" he asked her.
Rebecca stared right back for a minute, eyebrow perked. Levi was interesting, someone she considered a friend. She had to admit he was cute, with those deep dimples. Even though she was not actively seeking a boyfriend, she wouldn't turn him down if he asked her on a date. On the very rare occasion she decided she might like a boyfriend, she always considered him, but she could never be certain when he and Sadie were and weren't a couple. Still, he was cuter before he let his hair grow out. Why did guys do that when they had the luxury of cutting it in all kinds of crazy ways without getting odd looks? Rebecca would love to get her hands on his head for some experimentation.
Finally, she pulled her headphones down to her neck. Lip-reading was beyond her capabilities. "Sorry, Levi," she pointed to her now-unobstructed ear. "What did you say?"
"I was just asking about play try-outs. I was wondering if there were any who looked really great besides you. I know you aced it. I've see you act before." He grinned. "And if you were wondering what I was thinking about before when I was staring at you. . . it was just stupid, but ask me later if you want to know what waste of time my thoughts are," he added with a laugh.
"Ooh. Yeah, I made callbacks," Rebecca smiled, sitting up and drawing her legs into 'crisscross applesauce'. "Against Candy Cain. Bleh, right? Esther Black was really good, too. I can't wait to see what she comes up with for Wednesday. Everyone else did alright, but none of them really stick out in my mind. The guys were mediocre."
In performance and looks, she adds inwardly. The play could use some pretty boys to match up to the pretty girls. "You should have tried out. Maybe next time? Maybe the next one will be a musical," her brows waggled exaggeratedly as she smirked. Her elbows propped on her knees, jaw on her palms, fingers with mostly-dry nails carefully placed on her cheeks. Did he know just how his grin affected girls? Probably, the jerk. She wasn't seeking companionship and here she was, melting away with a soft sigh, envying Sadie. And she hadn't even noticed him staring, really. Rebecca had been too busy staring, herself. Now she was very curious, since he wasn't divulging his reason for staring right away.
"Later? Why would I ask later and not now?" Rebecca sat up straighter, brow cocked. "Are you busy now?"
"No, I'm not busy. I'm just stupidly thinking about girls' nail polish . . ." He laughed. "Like what if you enchanted each brush stroke to change color? Then if you put iron in the polish, and magnetized the brush, you could make the polish do all psychedelic swirly things. It would look trippy, and tie-dyed, like a Grateful Dead poster." But he still felt stupid for thinking about girls' nail polish.
"Oh," was all Rebecca said for a moment as she registered just how high her flirtation flew over his head. Why did she even care that he hadn't caught it? Well, he's a cute guy, she rationalized internally, and he thinks I'm a good actress. Now to mask her half-confusion, half-disappointment.
"You're right. Waste of time," she feigned a yawn, but there was a twinkle in her eye. Rising, she stretched and crossed to the vending machine to purchase a candy wand. By some miracle, two fell into the collection bin. "Oooo, freebie. Wan' i'?"
She held the candy replication out toward him after sticking a blue, green, and purple striped wand between her teeth like a stogie. Hers was fashioned after the wand of Helios Heckle, the man that invented the magical microwave - as a joke, but it caught on. Rebecca wasn't sure whose the other one was modeled after, she'd never seen that one before.
He took the proffered wand. "Why soitunly, lady," he said, in an approximation of the Three Stooges. He unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. Blueberry . . . Lemon . . . and Watermelon. "Suhweet . . . thanks."
"So you think I'd be good in the musical? What would they want with a long hair like me? Most musicals want more clean cut types . . . unless they do 1776 or Hair or something."
"Or Jesus Christ Superstar," she grinned, then wondered if that was offensive. "But yeah, you're musically talented, right?"
Rebecca twirled her candy wand around in her mouth, then pouted a bit. "Aw, I wanted to see your wand," she said after taking her own out to speak. "I've seen a lot of them, but I haven't seen yours yet."
"I'd complain that Jesus Christ Superstar really isn't a good musical for a Jew, but he was Jewish too," he said ironically. "I have some musical skills, yeah."
He held out the candy wand in his hand. "You wanted to see my wand . . ." he smirked. He pulled his real wand out of his pocket. "Or this one?" He put his real wand back in his pocket. "Or did you have something else in mind, Rebecca?" He stared her right in the eye, then he winked very slowly.
