Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 12:35:41 +1000
From: Mark Peters <mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Song For Guy - Part 10

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A Song For Guy

by

Mark Peters

But first, let's remember where we left off in Part 9...

We joined the queue for tickets and drinks and popcorn,
and when our patience was eventually rewarded we went straight
inside, managing to find some seats in the back row which we
thought would do just fine.

I found myself sitting between Ben and Guy, with Samantha on
the other side of Ben. His arm was draped over hers within
minutes, which Guy and I both noticed at about the same time.
We glanced at each other, no doubt both wishing that we could
do the same, and he winked at me and smiled.

We had to settle for letting our knees rub together for the
entire session, although once the lights went down and the
movie started, I did put my arm down by my leg and tentatively
reached out and touched his thigh, to let him know my hand was
there. He looked at me, then looked down and I saw him smile,
and before long I had his hand in mine, hidden between our
legs, with the aid of the darkness that had enveloped us.

I don't think that we let go of each other for the entire length
of the movie. And I don't think anyone was any the wiser,
so engrossed were we with what was happening on the screen in
front of us.

For two hours we sat there, simply mesmerized by the amazing
sounds and colours of Paris.

We laughed and we cried... and yeah, even Ben did in the end,
and while I don't know about anyone else, when we left the
theatre I had that song simply buzzing inside my head. I just
couldn't shake it!

Afterwards we all had a drink at the café, and then Guy and I
said goodnight to Ben and Samantha on the steps and then
wandered off towards Guy's car. We were both still humming
the song as we got in and Guy started the car, and we were
still humming it when he pulled the car to a stop down on
the creek lands.



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                        ~ PART TEN ~



"You know I love you, don't you?" Guy whispered to me, as I lay
with my head on his lap, his fingers gently stroking my hair.
We were sitting on the blanket by the creek, listening to the
nightlife and the frogs along the banks.

Suddenly everything seemed to be getting all too heavy for me.
I sat up and looked out across the water, watching the reflections
of the city lights dancing on the rippled surface.

"What's wrong?" he asked, anxiously.

I turned to face him, and took his hands in mine.

"It's... it's just all a bit too much too soon mate. It's not you.
It's me," I said to him. "As much as I care about you, please
understand that I'm just not ready to take things that extra
step further. At least, not yet."

He didn't say anything, and in the darkness I couldn't see his
face, I couldn't see if he was happy or sad, or angry with me.

"Please say something," I whispered to him.

"It's OK," he answered. "We need to just take things one step
at a time."

"You're sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," he answered, but once again I could hear that
note of disappointment in his voice.

I leant across and kissed him, and whispered, "Thank you."

I lay back down with my head on his lap and he started stroking
my hair again.

"That's nice," I said to him.

"I'm glad that you like it," he answered, then leant down and
kissed me.

It was after midnight when I got home, only this time here was
no one waiting in my room for me. Everyone else was asleep,
so I crept into my room, stripped off, then lay down on my bed,
my head a crazy mixed up jumble of feelings and emotions.

I knew that Guy loved me, and I knew what it was that he wanted.
I just wasn't sure if I could give that to him. Well, not just
yet anyway. And I also just hoped and prayed that he would be
patient enough with me and not put any more pressure on me.



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On Monday, at lunch time, Samantha pulled me aside, saying she
wanted to ask me something, leaving Cameron, Ben and Guy all
looking strangely at us.

I was more than curious as to what she may want, and so I
willingly followed her to the shade of one of the large pine
trees, to see what it was she wanted.

"I want to do something to the show," she whispered, excitedly.
"You know, change something."

"Like what?" I asked, slightly annoyed. We were now less than
two weeks away from opening night, Friday of the following week,
and were about to start daily rehearsals after school every day.
"It's a bit late for that isn't it?"

"I want to change the last song. That's all. We haven't even
started practicing the one we have down for that spot. We could
easily change it."

I knew what she meant by that. She was right. It would be simple
to slot something else in there if we wanted to.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked her.

"That last song," she answered, with a grin.

I smiled back at her and said, "So it's been stuck in your head
all weekend too, huh?"

She nodded and asked, "What do you think?"

"I like it. But do you think we would be able to convince Snowy
into letting us do it without either of them knowing?" I asked,
jerking my head towards Guy and Ben.

We looked across at them and saw that they were both studying
us carefully.

"Why can't they know?" she asked.

"Let's just surprise them, shall we?"

She looked across at the three of them, then giggled. "I like
that idea," she answered.

We decided that we would see Snowy at rehearsals that afternoon
and spring our surprise on him, then returned to our friends,
grinning, while they looked up at us suspiciously.

"What are you two up to?" Ben asked as I sat back down between
he and Guy.

"Just never you mind," I answered, giving him a wink as I
did so.

They continued to look suspiciously at us all through what was
left of our lunch break, then after the bell rang, we all went
off to our classes.

That afternoon after school, when we were supposed to be at the
first of our daily rehearsals, I got Guy to drive me downtown
so I could go to the music store and pick up a new CD. We parked
right outside the store and I asked him to wait in the car while
I ran inside.

"Just what's going on?" he asked me.

I just smiled and said, "If you ask no questions, you'll be
told no lies."



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Rehearsals that afternoon went really well.

Ben and Guy presented their ideas about the set designs to Snowy,
who became quite excited afterwards, sending them both straight
off to the administration building to try and find a slide projector
and some screens so they could get a look at how it all may work.

This gave Samantha and I the perfect opportunity to make our
pitch to Snowy about changing the final song.

He eyed us suspiciously when we first made the suggestion, but when
we played him the song (through some headphones of course),
we watched as his eyes widened and he started smiling.

"Well?" I asked, as he took the headphones off.

"I think it will do," he answered.

"And do you think that the band can learn it, and we can practice
it, in secret?" Samantha asked.

He was curious as to why we wanted it that way, but when we told
him that it would be a surprise to everyone, and we thought that
it would just blow everyone away as a finale, he eventually agreed.

"Thanks," Samantha said to him, quickly reaching up and giving him
a kiss on the cheek.

We carried on with the rehearsals for a little while longer,
managing to learn some lines of dialogue that Snowy had given us
and also work through a few more songs. With less than two weeks
to go now, everything was finally falling into place.

Ben and Guy returned a little while later, bearing their trophies,
a slide projector and a projection screen, which Snowy eyed
suspiciously. They lugged everything up onto the stage and set up
the screen in the middle of the stage, while someone managed to
find a small table on which they set up the projector.

"And just how is this going to work?" Snowy asked, looking
somewhat perplexed.

"Well, we set this up in the middle of the stage and put some
props around it, like some pot plants or something," Ben said
to him, with his hand sitting on top of the projector. "Then we
set up a table over there in the wings, where we control it all
from. Maybe we could get two projectors and have them working
at the same time, and put two screens at an angle or something?
We'd just have to make sure that the screens were far enough
back and the image were large enough for everyone to see."

Snowy scratched his chin and walked up and down the stage a bit,
looking from the projector to the screen, then to Guy and Ben,
who were looking anxious in the middle of the stage.

"Well, these sort of screens wouldn't do," Snowy told them.

I looked at Ben, and could see the disappointment wash over him.

"I think what we need is one very large white wall," Snowy
continued. "Or maybe it should curve around, or even be two walls,
set at an angle. With one projector pointing at one wall,
while the second one points at the other wall. Then you can change
from one scene to another, or maybe have two images side by side
creating a really large scene."

The further he went, the more excited he became. Joy soon returned
to Ben's face, it looked like he had come up with a brilliant idea
here after all.

It wasn't long after that however, when he noticed a throng of
students yawning and looking tired, that Snowy called a halt to
the day's rehearsal and sent us all home.

"Tomorrow," he said to us all. "We'll work again tomorrow".
Then he waved us all away.



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The days went by so fast, and the closer we came to the opening
night, the more nervous I was becoming. Everyone kept doing their
best to encourage me, telling me that it would all go according
to plan, but inside I was a nervous wreck.

Night after night we practiced. Getting things wrong and having
to do them over and over again. Getting things right and being
told by Snowy how brilliant we were going to be. It wasn't easy,
but we were getting there.

The only downside was when Ben, Guy and I walked into the dressing
room one night to find Samantha and Cameron having another
argument.

"It's over, Cam. How many times do I have to say it?" we heard
Samantha say, then they both noticed us here and clammed up.
Cameron looked upset, but then he just stormed out past us,
deliberately knocking into Ben as he did so, or so it seemed
to us.

Samantha called after him and said, "Oh, do grow up Cameron,"
but nothing more was said after that.

At home, my troubles seemed to be continuing. My father was still
going on and on about the show being a waste of time and nothing
but an excuse to get dressed up and put make-up on, while Jason
was still being his usual pain in the arse self.

Mum was being supportive and kept saying how excited she was
about the upcoming show, so at least there was still someone
on my side.

Then, even before we knew it, it was time for a full dress
rehearsal.

Traditionally the dress rehearsal was the chance for everyone
at the school to see the show, however Snowy dug his heels in
this time, in spite of the principals cajoling, plea's or
threats, with the dress rehearsal being held on the night before
opening, behind closed doors.

I wish I could say that it went brilliantly, but it didn't.
Props didn't make it onto the stage. Cast members (including me),
forgetting their lines, the stage curtain got stuck half way and
of course, someone tripped over the extension cord which supplied
power to the two projectors.

Basically, it was a disaster.

Then unexpectantly, right before Samantha and I were due to sing
our final song, Snowy decided that enough was enough and said,
"Alright, that will do for tonight. See you tomorrow."

We all stood there looking dumfounded, but when Sam and I both
noticed him wink at us, we knew what his game was.



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After our final rehearsal was over and we had changed out of
the costumes and back into our ordinary clothes, Ben and Samantha
went off on their own, while Guy asked what I felt like doing.

I just smiled at him.

"Yeah, but where?" he asked.

"My place if you like? Everyone is out tonight, so we won't
be disturbed."

"Sounds good to me then."

We walked down to the car just on dusk, in that curious
half-light that isn't quite night and yet isn't daylight
anymore either. There was no one else around, with just about
everyone else having left earlier, and so Guy slipped his
hand into mine.

I quickly pulled back, and he no doubt saw the panic on my face.

"There's no one else around," he said. "And besides, it's
almost dark."

I glanced around and saw that he was right, then relented and
reached my hand out towards his. He took my hand in his and we
walked that way for the last hundred yards down to the car park.

"This is nice," he said to me.

"Yeah, it is," I answered, but I couldn't help but still be
nervous.

We got into the car and headed towards my house, where I was
hoping that no one would be home. My parents had said that they
had something on with dads work, being near the end of the year
and all, while Jason was staying with some friends. I just
hoped they all remembered that.

"That was a bit odd with Snowy canceling the dress rehearsal just
before the final number tonight?" Guy said to me as we turned
into my street.

"Hmmm," was all I managed to come out with in reply.

"You and Samantha have got it all down pat though don't you?"

"Yeah. It'll be alright."

He reached across and placed his hand on my knee.

"You've done an amazing job so far," he said to me. "I'm so
proud of you."

I placed my hand over his and looked across at him, seeing him
looking at me and smiling.

"Thank you," I said to him. "That means a lot to me."

We pulled into our driveway and found that the house was in
darkness. Apparently they had all remembered their plans.

I felt like pumping my fists into the air and yelling, "YES,"
but settled for a smug grin.

While Guy locked the car I walked up to the house and let us
both in, switching on the hall lights as I went. Guy soon joined
me inside, closing the door behind him and leaning back against
it, with a seductive smile on his lips.

"Feel like a drink first?" I asked him. He simply shook his head.

I walked over to him and placed my hand on his chest, then leaned
in and kissed him. He kissed me back, reaching down as he did so
and gently rubbing the growing bulge in my trousers.

We put our arms around each other, our lips still locked together,
then waltzed our way into the living room, collapsing onto the
lounge, with his body on mine, with Guy gently grinding himself
into me.

In the darkness, we fumbled with each others clothes, managing
to do little more than undo shirts and pants, instead preferring
to leave our lips locked together.

This carried on for a little while, until eventually Guy and his
body movements went a little too far and he overbalanced, landing
with a thud on the floor, amidst giggles from both of us.

He quickly sat back up on the lounge beside me and I soon rested
my head on his shoulder, while he draped an arm around me,
his fingers gently caressing my chest, while he held my hand in
his other.

It was a beautiful moment.

"I love you," he whispered, and I couldn't help it, I suddenly
broke away from him, sitting up on the lounge and burying my
head in my hands.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

I lifted my head and looked across at him. He was studying me
intently, his face contorted with fear and confusion.

I simply shook my head.

"Come on Tim, speak to me please. Don't you love me?"

At that point I didn't know how I felt. And I didn't know how
I could tell him that.

"I've told you I love you. Christ, I've lost count of how many
times I've told you that. When are you going to tell me that you
love me?" he pleaded.

I looked up at him again, and by this time we both had tears
in our eyes. Inside my head, there were a million emotions
running around, being chased by a million questions.

'Why can't I say it?' I asked myself. They are only three
little words.

Guy was still looking at me, his face filled with anguish.

'Say it!' I almost screamed at myself.

But all I managed to say was, "I... err...," then I looked
away from him and once again buried my head in my hands,
ashamed with myself for not being able to say out loud the
three words that I knew I felt, but couldn't bring to my lips.

The next thing I heard was the sound of the front door slamming.
I opened my eyes and Guy was gone. I ran after him, running
out the front door and onto the porch.

He was standing by his car, the drivers side door opened,
with one foot already inside the car and just about to get in
behind the wheel. He looked up and saw me standing there.
I could see the pain he was in. I wondered what it was that he
was seeing when he looked at me.

Without saying a word, he wiped the tears from his eyes,
then got into the car and started it up.

I watched him as he backed the car out of the driveway,
took one last look at me, then drove away.

To be continued......


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