(Dominic’s second note pasted on Anna’s Diary)476Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLofm51FHJ
Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
__________
Dear Diary,
“Hi”. It’s a short simple word but it’s how flirtation starts. Such a short simple word but it conveys hormones to react to another body by laws of attraction. I think that two letter word is a dangerous word taken advantage by most people. I like to call it “small but terrible” because that one little word could start something. That one innocent little word could ignite deeper feelings inside you. That one flimsy little word could change everything. And “hi” is one little word but it’s how love starts.
Today, I’m glad no one said “hi” to me. Not that I get a lot of Hi-s back then. I refuse to expect getting one along the hallways. Our hallways in the Art Department are not over crowded, mostly because our Art Director’s very strict and he implies proper discipline. Art should be in one peace. Yes, I spelled it correctly. At one with peace—if you want a translation.
But as I pass by the hallways, I found my eyes drifting away out of the glass window and into the opposite building where Dominic would be. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to look ahead and think of anything else. These stupid feelings are such a nuisance such as the person who placed them on me. He’s like a burglar who steals away what isn’t his and sneaks in whenever he wants. I’d like to call the cops to arrest him. But for what? I am becoming stupid.
I should not be thinking of him in the first place. But the ironic thing is, the more I try to block him out, the more my mind drifts back to him.
I stare at the blank canvas in front of me and I sigh helplessly. What am I going to do with myself? My head’s in terrible danger if I don’t shut him out now. My heart’s gonna be in a catastrophe by then and I’ll be in trouble if I don’t get to paint before time runs out. I wore my apron and I stocked bottles of oil paint on my table. Realizing that my “paint-mate” has the color red on his table, I decided to disturb him for a bit.
“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you but can I just share that red bottle with you? I don’t want to go back to the bottle racks anymore.”
He shrugs at me but he doesn’t turn to look at me. He was wearing an odd face mask like we’re in a hospital. So, I said thank you almost to myself. As far as I’m concerned, the school doesn’t use toxic paint. Well, it’s not toxic unless you swallow it.
Mr. Jordan, our Historical Arts teacher, noticed this too and he called the attention of the others. Yes, there were others. I think there were five of them lined in front of me to the front.
Mr. Jordan tells them to take their masks off for the second time and when they didn’t Mr. Jordan turns to one closes to him. It’s the one painting the ancient Colossus of Rhodes. Mr. Jordan had meant to take off his mask but the painter steps back, takes it off himself and he turns to sing to me.
That’s when I realize he’s not from my class. Not in any of my class at all.
If I were a painter mixing my colors
How could I ever find the blue of your eyes
The careless demeanor capture the light of your smile
Of your smile
The whole room went numb in silence. We all froze in place. Our anonymous guests took off their masks and a beautiful harmony of hums filled the room followed by a series of flicking hands in rhythm. I noticed another singer, the one near the door, almost next to me. He’s the one with a marble head sculpture.
At least I recognized that face. It belonged to Scott Orson.
And girl, if I were a sculptor working in marble
I couldn’t hope to copy your perfect face
The curve of your body, the feel of your skin,
My hands could never ever trace
And then I hear his voice. That voice.
I’ve heard of it last time but it played inside my head over and over again like a soft melody of a music box. It was the voice that played inside my head like a lullaby until I fell into the embrace of sleep.
So I’ll try and find the melody as beautiful as you
Find the words to say your eyes are bluer than blue
The moment I hear his voice, my eyes searched for him among them until I see him make his way beside me.
Fill my voice with the emotion and feeling for you
And now when the beat is so strong
I’ll give my heart in a song
He makes a gentleman’s bow in front of me and he offers me an orange daisy. I look into his eyes and the intensity of it crashed into me like ocean waves.
There’s no other way that I know to say, Anna, how much I like you
And if you’ll only give me a chance
(Oh girl)
I’ve been tryin’ to find the melody as beautiful as you (as beautiful as you)
Find the words to say your eyes are bluer than blue (bluer than blue)
Fill my voice with the emotion and feeling for you
And now when the beat is so strong…
His “backup singers” went mute and I realize, like stepping out of a fancy dream, we’re not the only ones in the room. All I see, is the beautiful blue of his eyes that touch my heart, the romantic vibe of his voice that tantalizes the wind to my ears, and the beat of my heart inside my chest.
I’ll give my heart in a song…
(The song is The Painter by O Town. I’ve altered some of the lyrics in the bridge. If you want to hear the song, click on the youtube link at the side bar.)
“Hi,” he says and I feel like it suspended in the air.
With my heart in my mouth, I tried to muster a reply. “Hi.”
“Anna, please go out with me.” Dominic says. It was low enough, just for my ears to hear. “I promise. It’s not a date.”
I opened my mouth to say “yes” but my head shook “no”.
He crosses his arms in front of me. “I’m not leaving here without a decisive answer.”
“I think you should say yes to the young man, Ms. Heaven. As much as I don’t want to pry on your personal love life I am very much obliged to look out for my students and base on what I see, you still have a project to finish and I have a class to run. So help me. Help him.” Mr. Jordan never fails to give his snarky remark on his students.
“And it is not nice to turn down a saint.” Scott says behind Dominic. I can see the snide smirk building in his features.
That made me smile. I turn to Dominic. “You make it a habit to pester me.”
“I make it my business to pursue you. So, was that a yes?” he raises his eyebrows hopefully.
I look at him and I see a boy who would start a chapter in my life. I look at him and I see a formation of a story to behold. I look at him and I feel the beat of my heart. It’s fast pacing.
Steady. I want to command it. But it doesn’t want to be persuaded.
“Okay.” I tell him. He pumps in his fist. “But it’s not a date, Dominic Savio.” I add immediately.
He grins widely at me. “It’s not a date.”
I look at him and I see the story beginning.
Without Wax,
Anna476Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7yHtixsdql
