Prompt Post No. 15
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Despite his protests about upcoming exams, his friends dragged him to the campus theater one night in March to see the student production of The Importance of Being Earnest. Joe, as he latched onto Arthur’s arm in a vise grip, and dragged him out of his dormitory, said that the girl playing Cecily was a complete dish, and that Arthur wouldn’t be sorry. In the dark of the theater, Arthur saw for a fleeting moment, what Joe meant about Cecily, all tumbling red curls and ivory skin, before every ounce of his attention was consumed by the beautiful boy playing Algernon.
Arthur had wondered about himself from time to time, wondered why he never felt the need for a girlfriend, why he had his pick of any girl in Waterloo Iowa, and still had remained firmly entrenched in his own independence. When his mother had asked, he had said he was too busy for the distractions of romantic entanglements, but privately, he had wondered about himself, and his lack of attraction to anyone. He had resigned himself to being one of those people who were alone for their lifetime, creating friendships, gathering knowledge of the world, but sentenced to a life of solitude.
Now, as watched Algernon on stage, blue eyes and cheekbones, lose brown hair, full lips pulled in the easy smile of the disaffected, idle rich, he knew. He knew he had been waiting for this moment, in the dark, all sound and attention narrowing down to his own breath and heartbeat in his ears, and the rolling British rumble of the man on stage as he tried to woo innocent country heiresses with red curls. He had found something he hadn’t even known he was looking for.
After the play, Joe contrived to bump into the cast as they took celebratory drinks at a pub usually only frequented by those in the Arts Department. Arthur had been there once or twice, but had felt woefully inadequate with his accent, and his youth, surrounded by lilting voices trained for projection and tone, waxing poetic on Noel Coward and the Stanislavski Method, and he felt equally uncomfortable now, as Joe disappeared at the first glimpse of red hair. He eased himself onto a stool at the bar and waved a hand at the bartender for a pint, looking around surreptitiously for his own glimpse of full lips and cheekbones and an easy smile.
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