As I
watch him walk outside the door, I feel a wretch in my gut. What if he didn’t get the part? What would happen then? Then I laughed and think, oh come on. They’ll love him. And if they don’t, I’ll go there and make a
PowerPoint presentation or something to show how good of a human being Aaron
is. You know, just in case they need
some assurance. Let’s hope it will not
come to that. I would hate to be the
cheerleader girlfriend all the time even if he loses. I want to …
I want him to be happy. And he’s
most happy when I see him on stage or just in our room, practicing a line or a
scene.
I know
now I should never underestimate the feeling one have when they don’t have to
be themselves and just be somebody else.
Not being yourself means no worries about just, anything. You’d have a new set of mind, new set of
clothes and a new set of attitude. You
would stop caring. And it feels damn
good to feel like that sometimes.
I came
home from work and saw him reading something on the bed. His back against me. I’m crap when it comes to body language and I
don’t know whether I should greet him with smiles or just wear a vacant
face. When in dilemma, I usually gulped
in nervousness and I think I got so nervous I swallowed a big one coz he turned
to face me. Like he knows I don’t know
what to do. Did I mention I also hate
the fact that he can read my mind? Men,
they think they know everything.
He
rested his head on his palm and smiled at me.
Hmmm, not such a bad response.
Maybe his day did get on well. I
put down my bag and slide to his side.
“Guess what?,” he said.
“No, not the guess game.
Just tell me and tell me now. No
games.”
“I got a part on a commercial as …… (drum sound) a Christmas
elf,” he proudly stated.
“Oh, wow. Wait, what? What happened at your agency? Did you get the audition for that movie or
not? What? What? An elf?
What?.” You could tell I was
flustered.
“Oh that movie thing, yeah guess I’m not cut for a Victorian
student. They said I don’t look studious
enough.”
“Well, that’s crap.
You’ve read The Shining and that Harper Lee book or whatnot. Is that not studious enough?,” I’m starting
to get real mad now.
“No, babe. I don’t
care. The commercial will open door for
hopefully some scouts or directors for me.
Don’t you see? This is good.”
“How did you got to be a Christmas elf anyway? Don’t you have to be enrolled in, I don’t
know, The School for Trained for TV Elf or something?,” I asked him.
“I was giving alms to Dudley, do you remember him the dude
that collects all those old coupon just for fun? I was crouching down to ask him about his new
collection. I was facing the road when I
saw this baby carriage being carried away by the melted ice on the
sidewalk. Nobody tried to took hold of
it so I ran for it. The mother was in
the shop next to me. She was so busy
shopping for that honey roasted turkey and just left her baby because the shop
didn’t have any space for baby carriages.
Her husband happened to be one of the Managing Director for the commercial
and I ended up being one of the elf that would help Santa give food to Rudolph
or something”, Aaron grinned.
I don’t
even know how to respond to that story.
It is so movie-cliché I don’t even know what to say.
Well, I guess I’m sleeping with Santa’s
elf tonight.
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