Meadow was not so concerned. This already being her second breakfast, her eating habits were more closely mimicking a hobbits'. "A chocolate croissant, an apple tart and a chocolate milk, please." How liberating it must be to not have a period and eat whatever you want! Meadow made her sick!
Elizabeth finally caved to the peer pressure and ordered a crumble cake and her own hot chocolate before joining her friend in a luxurious velvet cushioned oversized chair. She noticed the two empty seats that also faced the antique-looking table. "So do you think they'll be joining us?"
"Well, one of them did just have a baby and the other one will probably join us once she sees just how much fun we're having," winked Meadow.
Elizabeth emitted a single giddy giggle, "Too much fun!"
The smooth jazz saxophone piped over the speakers changed its tune to resemble the artist formerly known as the artist formerly known as Prince now once again known as Prince. Meadow's eyes flickered, "Do you realize that next year is the 10 year anniversary of our graduation from high school?"
Elizabeth blinked while she translated that statement to regular people English. "Our 10 year high school reunion?!?"
"Yeah, to think ten years ago boy bands and bouncing blondes ruled the radio waves with their candy pop and our economy was also doing so well...You know, at the end of the other Bush's term there was also a recession and all the music was grunge. Here and now we have another recession but our music has no defining or unifying sound. I mean, when you think about the political songs that protested the Vietnam War it was all folk music - hippie stuff. But now, what does pop music of today sound like? Take your pick. It's as if we are all suffering on our own, alone......" Feeling that she was losing her audience, Meadow changed the subject, "We should celebrate.*"
Elizabeth was lost in a different thought. "Wow! Ten years. I'm kind of torn. I've kept in touch with those I really cared about. So part of me wants to go and show off but I bet all those people I hated are still rich and snobby."
"We've changed......haven't we?"
That's when they thought: How much have we really changed? If we met our high school selves, what would they think of us? What would we think of them? What advice would we give ourselves, if any? Is this how we thought our lives would be?
So here's the challenge, write about your character remenesing of the olden days, thinking about how life has changed, and possibly exploring feelings about returning to the high school.
*This story has an interactive feature! Since we can't actually party together, we can pretend we are. Watch Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion, drink chocolate milk, and look through your old high school year book and jam out to some music from the 90s. Check out the party thread to discuss the movie.
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Hehehehe, you know me too well. Bulls eye. Alright, will rent the movie and get back to you. :-)
Meadow fumbled through her old yearbook and saw a face she had not seen in a very long time: Kitty Thompson. Suddenly, a flood of memories came flowing back to her as only a song could express. As a teenager, she had been convinced that she would be a rich and famous rock star by now. What would that starry-eyed dreamer think of her life now? She broke out her old guitar and gave it a strum. Blerchh Had it really been so long since it was tuned? After fiddling with the knobs she was played a few simple chords to accompany her own voice as she sang to Bear. Bear thought the guitar made a lovely percussive instrument and banged the hollow wood with his hand. She attempted a few of her old songs. How quickly the tunes returned, even if her fingers couldn't keep up.
Then suddenly she stopped mid-song. I wonder what Kitty is doing now They had kept touch over the years through email but their letters had petered out. Last I remember she was in some band called Pencil Pals or Petunia Partners or something and worked as a receptionist by day.... She searched her old contact list and thoughtfully pondered just the right words to use. Then after browsing a few of her other favorite sites she checked her email and behold! A reply! Short and simple - just the way she remembered Kitty's emails. "Here's my number. Call me." She picked up the phone, her heart a flutter. She hadn't felt this nervous about making a phone call since, well, she was a teenager. After deliberately dialing the digits and controlling her breathing while the phone rang, "Hello?" The conversation had begun.
Kitty had been in several bands over the years. Her current one was actually looking for a new member and would be practicing tomorrow, if Meadow wanted to join. No pressure, just to jam. Meadow was thrilled at the opportunity and the next day around 2:30ish (you know, whenever) found herself standing in front of a familiar garage door. She even saw the smoke stain from when they tried to turn it up to 11 and then found the joys of acoustic practice, a tradition Kitty thankfully still employed. Kitty and her band mates greeted her with groggy hung-over eyes and did not even notice she had a baby strapped to her side until she rolled out a blanket for him to play on. Meadow had such fun. Apparently, so did the others. As she was packing up her guitar to leave Kitty suggested with her fake British-accent, "you know, tomorrow we have a gig, if you, like, wanna come join us."
"We're getting paid," added the spikey-haired drummer who claimed to be a philosophy grad student.
"Oh yeah, we're getting paid," Kitty continued, "It's at King's and we're on at, like, 10 or something."
Meadow paused for a moment, but not because she was thinking - because she was surprised that she did not have to think. She knew her answer so completely. She couldn't take her baby out to a smokey bar past his bedtime - nor could she bear to leave him behind while she masqueraded as someone else. "Oh thank you for the offer but I can't come."
They vowed to keep in touch, like they always did whenever they lost contact for a while and then rekindled their friendship and then Meadow went home. Perhaps her teenage self would not be so in to her new life but she wasn't looking to make her teenage self happy. Meadow had found her happiness in her family more beautifully than any song could be written.
If you want to see the movie online simply go to: http://www.youtube.com/user/RomyandMicheleFan
Maybe during the week sometime I'll check out the movie. :) :)
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