Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 22:16:50 -0500
From: Jack
Subject: Beau's Song: Chapter 1

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authors. Any similarities between the characters or events of this story
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Beau's Song: Chapter 1 - Buses and Planes

Beau started down the road to his apartment when he noticed the passel of
sweaty jocks trudging up the incline leading into campus. This part of
summer usually brings out the sports teams, ROTC recruits, and other
fitness gurus who all wish to burn off the calories they took in over the
weekend at the local bars. And Old Baylor Road was one of the main access
roads to campus, so it wasn't completely odd that Beau would pass such a
crowd. He also liked passing by these groups from time to time,
specifically enjoying the well-toned bodies that seemed to gleam in the
sunlight. The sight of these guys, most of whom he recognized from the
college baseball team, gave Beau a slight tingle.

He put the runners out of his mind soon after they passed, and focused on
his goal for the day - packing his clothing for the coming choir tour to
Washington, D.C. and New York City. New York was a long way away from
Tennessee, but Beau had been to New York before and could guestimate what
things he would need for the trip. Excited about being on a trip with some
of his closest friends to what was considered the city of cities, he chose
to pack a variety of clothing - appropriate for all types of events and
situations.

When he returned back to the music building, he parked his car in the open
parking lot and quickly toted his belongings up the hill to the buses
parked in the rear of the building. One of the graduate students, Herb,
helped him load his things. Beau hopped on the bus to find that only a few
of the seats had been taken. He chose wisely when trying to decide where to
sit; he didn't want to sit in the very back of the bus with the noisy
crowd, but didn't want to seem lame by sitting in the front of the bus near
the choir director and the typically conservative type, either. So, he took
a seat toward the rear but close enough to the center so that he could
easily find his way into any number of conversations that might arise. God
knows that the University Singers consisted of quite a few personalities.

Beau reached in his backpack and pulled out his Moleskine notebook and
began to write about nothing in particular - some of his thoughts for the
day, the group of runners, goals and dreams that he wanted to fulfill at
some point in his life. The crowd of choristers poured onto the bus, and
Beau smiled and acknowledged many of them who came near or passed by when
seating themselves. One guy in particular - Mike, a graduate voice student
- always seemed to intrigue him.

Mike was your typical looking midwestern guy from Missouri. There
definitely was nothing extremely special about him: he stood about 6'2"
tall, weighed in at about 210 pounds, had dark brown hair, and looked like
the typical college student. One thing about him that wasn't so common was
that he was 22 years old - pretty young for a Graduate student, but Mike
was a July kid and had actually graduated from his undergrad institution in
four years. Mike was also a true bass - easily hitting the low Ds, Cs, and
Bs without growling or frying the voice like a lot of guys who try to sing
those low pitches. Needless to say, Mike was a great asset to the choir.

Beau sang tenor I in the choir and was a senior at 21 years old. He was
looking forward to the following May when he would graduate after 5 years
of hard work. He had plans to move either to Columbus, OH or to New York
for graduate study at Ohio State or at the Manhattan School of Music. His
dream was to become a professional singer. Beau had done well in college,
so far. He had won a few small vocal competitions, competing with other
college students his age.

Beau had thought many times that Mike was wasting his time staying in
school; Mike's voice was so rich in tone and wide in range that he could
easily have found work singing professionally in small opera companies or
with professional choirs. But, at the same time, he was glad to have Mike
around - a guy who seemed to like Beau and didn't have any of your typical
Music egos that came with all the wanna-be divas that came and left the
university every year.

To say that Beau liked Mike was an understatement. Beau, first of all,
found Mike handsome in the non-traditional way. Plus, Beau loved bass
voices, mostly because it was such a contrast from his high tenor. Beau
only wished that Mike could possibly be gay so that they could live out his
fantasies he kept to himself and his Moleskine.

Anyway, Beau managed a toothy grin and went back to his writing while Mike
stuffed his carryon in the overhead across the aisle. Kallie, a good friend
of Beau's, arrived at her usual time - about five minutes late, and took
her seat with Beau before they pulled out of the parking lot heading to
Nashville to catch their flight to Washington. Allison and Natalie Ann were
sitting behind Beau, and the foursome engaged in conversation that covered
everything from sex to music to excitement or lack-there-of of the trip up
North. Beau glanced over to see Mike snoozing in his seat, wrapped in his
pullover green hooded sweater that always gave Beau the hotts. Beau noticed
the stubble on Mike's face and sighed as he went back to his conversation
with the girls.

When the bus reached the airport in Nashville, everyone unloaded off the
bus, and Beau politely nudged Mike, who woke up abruptly as if someone had
sounded an alarm. He yawned and stretched and grabbed his things and headed
into the lobby with the rest of the gang. He and Beau started chatting
about the baseball team and how they'd just pulled off an amazing 3-2
victory at in the last game of their three game series the weekend
before. Mike also congratulated Beau on his singing the anthem at the game.

"You sang the hell out of the Star-Spangled Banner the other day at the
game."

"Thanks. It was overwhelming."

"You wailed the hell out of that high note at the end! What was that, a C?"

"D-flat."

"Man, you kill me with your high range."

"You do well yourself with the low. I can't sing anything low to save my
life."

By this time, the two had made it to the luggage check-in and followed with
the security clearance. They both reached the terminal. However, Beau's
spirits sank a bit when he realized the choir's tickets were arranged
alphabetically. So, he'd be sitting towards the back of the plane while
Mike was in the middle. Luckily, Natalie Ann and he were next to each other
on the roll, so Beau cheered up at the consolation prize of having someone
to talk to. They boarded the plane; Beau pulled out his Moleskine once
again, and began writing. He hardly realized he'd been in the air at all
between his writing and gabbing and laughing with Natalie Ann. They landed
at Reagan National about ten minutes ahead of schedule. The students all
gathered their luggage and headed for the buses.


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