The 27 hour day.
Once Upon a Mattress
7:00. It's cold outside, below freezing. The doors open. Earlybirds, kinsfolk, and lovers roll in. A light murmur can be heard from backstage, one of apprehension.
7:34. The bulk of the crowd is here. The masses congregate, old people talk about their day and the newest bargain. The tech crew keeps checking the sound and lighting, everything’s going to be fine.
7:55. It's almost time. The crowd gets rowdy in anticipation, mothers tell their children to settle to the seats.
8:00. As always it runs a little late, letting more peeps fill the empty seats. Old people complain that 'it's about time'.
8:07. The lights dim, the crowd hushes and everyone scatters to their place. Wow the shows going to start, months of practice, running lines, getting yelled at by mrs.A [aka adolf] is finally going to pay off. All is quiet. The curtains queue the music and the show begins. Everything is perfect, everybody knows their lines, everything is going fine. Except one tiny detail. I wasn't there.
I tried, i really did. I thought that all was going to be well. I was told I was going to be there, I got high hopes. It was going to be great, your last show, with a big role and being president. I was going to pretend I couldn't go and surprise you. Then my high hopes were cast away. I couldn't go. I was told 17 hours before curtain.
So then I tried bus, couldn't afford.
Renting a car is 200 Dollars a day if you're under 25
Asked floor people to borrow their cars, with no such luck.
Plane wasn't going to at the right time.
I was stuck.
What a painful morning. Watching the minute-hand hit the 12 as the hour-hand lay on 11. Once it was past that time I knew there was no way I could make it.
I'm sorry.
This hasn't been the best day ever.
But I'll make it up to you...
......somehow.
7:00. It's cold outside, below freezing. The doors open. Earlybirds, kinsfolk, and lovers roll in. A light murmur can be heard from backstage, one of apprehension.
7:34. The bulk of the crowd is here. The masses congregate, old people talk about their day and the newest bargain. The tech crew keeps checking the sound and lighting, everything’s going to be fine.
7:55. It's almost time. The crowd gets rowdy in anticipation, mothers tell their children to settle to the seats.
8:00. As always it runs a little late, letting more peeps fill the empty seats. Old people complain that 'it's about time'.
8:07. The lights dim, the crowd hushes and everyone scatters to their place. Wow the shows going to start, months of practice, running lines, getting yelled at by mrs.A [aka adolf] is finally going to pay off. All is quiet. The curtains queue the music and the show begins. Everything is perfect, everybody knows their lines, everything is going fine. Except one tiny detail. I wasn't there.
I tried, i really did. I thought that all was going to be well. I was told I was going to be there, I got high hopes. It was going to be great, your last show, with a big role and being president. I was going to pretend I couldn't go and surprise you. Then my high hopes were cast away. I couldn't go. I was told 17 hours before curtain.
So then I tried bus, couldn't afford.
Renting a car is 200 Dollars a day if you're under 25
Asked floor people to borrow their cars, with no such luck.
Plane wasn't going to at the right time.
I was stuck.
What a painful morning. Watching the minute-hand hit the 12 as the hour-hand lay on 11. Once it was past that time I knew there was no way I could make it.
I'm sorry.
This hasn't been the best day ever.
But I'll make it up to you...
......somehow.