John is anxious to reach the banquet room. It’s the night of the company dance and Maria awaits. He has dreamed of this moment for months.
It takes his breath away when he sees her. Maria stands apart from every woman in the room. John starts in her direction.
The closer he gets, the harder it is to find his voice. Maria is a princess in her blue sequenced gown and long, flowing locks. After a few moments of small talk the music begins.
“Your favorite,” Callie grins.
John reaches for the glass of sweet tea, “Thanks.”
“Well, are ready to get started?” she nudges.
John’s eyes cloud over, “Not really.”
Callie props the screen door open and practice begins.
“You did it again,” Callie complains.
“I’m trying,” John frowns.
Callie heads for the door, “Here, let me show you.”
She goes inside and waits a moment. A knock on the wall tells John she is ready. Callie enters the porch as John studies her every move.
His brunette friend has it all. Those bright, brown eyes that never miss a thing. She captures your attention from the first word; looks you in the eye as if no one else is around. And that walk—like she owns the world. Most of all, Callie is real.
“Okay, let’s trade places,” she smiles.
John looks away, “Yeah, right.”
Callie touches his shoulder, “You can do this John, believe in yourself.”
John leaves the porch and quickly knocks on the wall. He returns and moves slowly through the doorway. His hazel eyes dart from place to place. The slender man’s shoulders stoop and his movements are uncertain.
The look on Callie’s face says it all.
A sigh escapes John’s lips, “I may as well not ask Maria to the company dance.”
In this imaginary scene…
Who are you?
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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