Scene 2 - If your life was a musical

Scene 2 … interior 3rd bedroom, west side, second floor

A dark blurb occupies our sight as the camera gently pulls away revealing a set of black shiny dress shoes. The perspective is at floor level rising off a grey coloured shag carpet. Gradually the scene exposes the entire picture of a young boy shuffling and pacing erratically.

The thoughts that have been fumbling through his mind roam, as equal to the steps he’s walked all morning. He shuts his eyes tightly searching his memories, hoping to recall the right one and where he may have left it. This treasure would be the best way of expressing his truest feelings for a girl.

This girl in question was relatively short with wavy terra-cotta hair held back with two pins on either side, pulling the soft strands away from her pretty olive-skinned face.

She had deep brown eyes, high smooth cheeks bones, soft pink lips, and a button nose. One glance was all it took to turn him over to the dark side, but it was well worth the treachery.

He recalls how he fell, how he became so consumed and fixated by her presence; The way she began strumming a tune over his tangled heartstrings. As the months passed they grew closer as schoolmates playing tirelessly within the fifteen minutes at recess.

Still, everything seemed to be but a blur, winter had chilled the air, but not his heart. He was committed to spending most of his time drawing pictures to show how much he adored her and loved how it made her smile.

The swelling scenes sprung from his memories, swirling, and gathering momentum. His brain collecting all the data from the passing months. They would watch the snowfall, see it cover all objects like a glistening sheet of white, playing in it as children do. And witnessed it melt away from climate change their inseparable bond nurtured wonderfully into a divine friendship that flowed into the next season.

When finally, it became apparent where their friendship had led them, but it was one afternoon that stood out and sparked the immense fire within his heart. The school bell sounded ending what seemed to have been an already perfect day.

Each walking alongside the other towards the exit of the schoolyard jabbering on about the lessons they were taught when she suddenly stopped … gave him a look he won’t soon forget and then she leaned in and kissed him sweetly on the cheek beneath the giant willow tree.

And just like that, he was completely hooked on a girl named Patricia Carnevale. He knew time was of the essence as summer was fast approaching and he didn’t want his opportunity to slip away before telling her exactly what he felt.

Flash forward to this day and we find the little dude impressively wearing a black clip-on tie nuzzled under the collar of a slightly oversized white dress shirt, which he had neatly tucked into a pair of dark blue dress pants looking like he was heading for church.

He was dancing on the soles of his feet, like Baryshnikov floating upon the hardwood stage.From every space to every place in the bedroom he looked with increased anticipation.

His steps growing more rampant with delirium and heard spanning the entire second floor and through the rest of the house. “Now! … where did I put it?” a scurried voice kept repeating behind a standard panel door that had been left slightly ajar.

“It’s got to be here … I know it does, I saw it last week” continuing to mumble to himself with assured rants. The tiny figure inside the room veers from view, left to right. We are only offered glimpses of his energy from the sliver of space provided by the crack between the moulded frame and the door.