Monday, November 8, 2010

I Have Dreams

A girl would be walking in a semi crowded park, annoyed that she was wearing her glasses (and regretting she didn't pay the extra money for the transition lenses) because it would be sunny outside and she would be needing sun glasses, but they most likely be matching her outfit so well or maybe it was because her contacts were hurting her eyes. Anyways there she would be, she would most likely not know why she was in the park in the first place, possibly walking a friend's dog. A boy, a very extraordinary radical one would spook her by poking her in the shoulder. The girl would turn around, not being able to see him very well because of the glaring sun, would give his unrecognizable shaddow an odd stare. Then he would say, "Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." This would trigger an episode of Demetri Martin's "Important Things" in her brain and she would answer so happily that the opportunity had shown itself to her," I am," and she would be smiling because it would be so clever, and he would have no idea that she had stole the line from a television show. The boy would smile back and say,"Very clever." And then she would feel bad because she wasn't giving Demetri Martin the notification he deserved but she wouldn't say anything because she believed she would never see the boy again. As the boy would eventually walk away she would feel immediately dumb for not coming up with anything else to say, but she would notice is amazingly perfect ensamble that she would imagine the perfectly dressed boy would wear. Being depressed she would go home and think about the unfaced perfectly dressed boy that liked her fake cleverness.


A couple of days later she would be at coffee garden with her soy latte and chocolate covered espresso beans doing her homework that she wouldn't be doing if she were at home, but she would be noticing the guy that was always there who had the same glasses as her but they were black. But she wouldn't be wearing her glasses that day. And then she would be feeling awkward and would start working on her (hopefully) Mac laptop. Then a boy's voice would sound next to her saying,"Hey you are someone else." And because she would remember his voice she would freeze but her face would turn bright red because that is what would happen. She would look over trying to think of the right thing to say and then it would come out,"Yes. I am."

And then he would say,"I've been looking for you." And she would feel a bit weirded out but also be liking that a lot, but then he would say,"Well not continueously looking for you like searching all of salt lake city but I have to say whenever I enter a building I look around secretly to see if you were there. That sounds creepy."

And then she would feel even weirder but also really like it,"How'd you even recognize me, I'm not even wearing my glasses."

And then she would realize that she could see his face and that she should take the opportunity to look at it. And it would be awesome looking! He would smile and it would be like Gene Kelly's smile when he's singing "Singing in the Rain" in the movie "Singing in the Rain" when camera zooms in on his face when he's hugging the lamp post. But he would have big cute dimples and bright eyes. And his hair would be dark, possibly longish and curly, or maybe he would be one of those boys that looks really good with short hair. He would be wearing either a bow tie for a formal attire because he would've just been at an important event or suspenders in the most handsome way, either one of those. He most definitely would be setting down his guitar or ukalele or banjo, or who knows, maybe two or all of those. He would sit next to her, because impossibly there would be a seat in coffee garden that would be empty and he would say,"Well I don't know? That's a weird question... I know what your face looks like?"

Then she would ask,"Band practice?"

He would say,"Sort of, but just by myself. Practicing (insert favorite beatles song for the week), it's my favorite this week."

And then she would say,"Is this real?"

And he would say,"No."

And then Marta would realize this all came from her head while walking to the car with her mother after seeing a stupid movie. And then Marta would think of the song "dreams" by Brandi Carlile.

FIN

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