Date: Fri, 17 May 2002 21:05:16 +1000
From: Mark Peters <mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Song For Guy - Part 7

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A Song for Guy

by

Mark Peters



- Part Seven -



But first, let's remember where we left off in Part 6...

Just before we reached the car however, Snowy called out from
across the car park and motioned for us to come over.

"What's he want?" I heard Guy ask.

"Who knows. We better go and see, huh?"

We walked over to him and found him packing some files and boxes
into his car.

"Ah, Tim" he said to me. "I've been wanting to talk to you before
we get together tomorrow afternoon. I've been looking at who I
would like to play the parts in the show and was hoping you would
consider one of the leads. With Cameron and Samantha to play the
other two main parts."

My mouth must have just about hit the ground.

"But Sir, I don't know the first th..." I started to protest,
but he held up his hand and cut me short.

I looked across at Guy, who was grinning madly at me.

"No buts about it," Snowy responded. "I've heard you sing in the
choir. I know you are more than capable of performing. So make
sure you are ready for tomorrow. Alright?"

With that he closed the boot of his car, opened his driver's side
door and got in and started the car.

I looked across at Guy again, whose expression hadn't changed.

"What?" I asked him.

"You can sing?"

"Well, you don't have to sound quite so shocked," I replied.

To be continued ......



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PART SEVEN



"So, why didn't you tell me you could sing?" Guy asked as we
drove back to his place.

I simply shrugged. "You never asked."

"Fuck me..."

I raised one eyebrow at him and smiled.

"You know what I mean, asshole," he said, as he gave me a sharp
jab in the shoulder. "What about Ben? Does he sing?"

"Trust me. You don't even want to hear him try. This whole thing
was nothing but blackmail. He dared me to try out for the show,
or he'd tell Tom Jackson that I was perving on him in the showers
after sport. I told him I would then, but only on the condition
he helped as stage crew."

"So I'm stuck with him helping me then?"

"Something like that."

"And we just get to watch you strut your stuff on stage?"

"Something like that."

"Man..."

We pulled up at his house, parking on the street instead of going
down the driveway, so that Guy could easily drive me home afterwards.
When we went inside and shut the door, the first thing he did
was grab me around the waist and pull me to him, holding me close
to him and planting a kiss firmly on my lips. I kissed him back.

Eagerly!

Clumsily, we made our way down the hallway towards Guys room,
which wasn't easy seeing as we were all over each other. But we
managed to make it unscathed, except of course for the dried flower
arrangement we managed to knock off the small table about half
way down the hall.

Hell, afternoons with Ben were never this much fun.



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That night I phoned Ben at about eight o'clock, but he wasn't home.

"Oh," I said to his mother.

"Sorry Tim, dear. He called and said he was going out with some
friends. To the movies, or something. Didn't you go with them?"

"Errr... no, I didn't. I've been studying," I answered, lying
though my teeth, and at the same time trying to control the
jealousy that I could feel rising up inside me.

This was the first time that I could recall Ben doing anything
and not inviting me. It wasn't any big deal I suppose, but still
it made me feel a bit strange, all the same.

"I'll let him know you called, when he gets home dear," she said.

I said, "Thanks," and disconnected.

As I wandered through the lounge room, not really concentrating
on what I was doing, I almost tripped over my brother, who was
lying on the floor watching television.

"Hey, watch it!" he exclaimed.

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

"You alright Tim?" my father asked me as I crossed the floor,
heading towards the door into the hallway.

"Yeah. Why?" I responded.

"No reason, I don't suppose. You just looked a bit down."

"Nah. I'm fine," I answered, then just as I was about to reach
the safety of the hallway, he stopped me in my tracks.

"Who is the guy you got a lift home with tonight. Fancy looking
car he drives, apparently."

I stopped and slowly turned to face them all. Suddenly, all eyes
were upon me.

"Errr... j-just a friend from school," I managed to stutter.
"His name is Guy. He's new here."

"What about Ben?" my mother asked.

"What about him?"

"Aren't you friends any more?"

"Yeah, of course."

I didn't like this inquisition. I suddenly wanted out of there.

My parents exchanged a glance that I found difficult to interpret,
then they both shrugged. I turned on my heels and beat a hasty
retreat to my bedroom, feeling their eyes on the back of my head
as I walked out.

"Surely they couldn't suspect anything?" I asked myself as I shut
my bedroom door.



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The next morning I met Ben, as always, and he seemed much more
chirpy than usual.

I could hear him whistling for half a block before he even
reached me.

"Christ. Did you get lucky last night or something?" I asked him.

He just winked at me.

"You're joking?"

"Sorry, but a gentleman never tells tales."

"Gentleman? Now you are joking!"

"Haha."

He didn't stop walking, so I fell in step beside him.

"I tried to call you last night." I said to him.

"Yeah. Mum told me. Sorry, it was too late to call you back when
I got home."

We just kept walking.

"Samantha?" I asked.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah, of course," he finally answered.

I grinned at him.

"Oh, Tim, it was fantastic," he gushed.

"I thought you weren't going to tell?"

"Well, I'll tell you this much. She's smart and funny and
beautiful. And we..."

I cut him short, holding up my hand.

"What?"

"You don't have to tell me that."

"I was going to tell you we had a great time. That was all."

"Oh. Well, it's about time then."

"Look who's the pot calling the kettle black now, huh?" he said,
punching me lightly in the shoulder.

I just grinned at him, and punched him back.

We ended up making it to school under our own steam, as there was
no sign of Guy and his car. I kept looking around every time I heard
a car approach, but I was only to be disappointed time after time.

"He's probably just running late this morning," Ben said, trying
to reassure me. "Maybe you wore him out yesterday afternoon and
he's too tired?"

"Very funny."

At two minutes to nine, just as we were about to go in for the
first class of the day, Guy came hurrying up the path from the car
park, huffing and puffing.

"We thought you must have died or something," Ben said to him
cheekily.

"Nah. I'm here," he answered, giving me a wink.

We went inside and ended up spending most of the morning being bored
out of our brains, although we did have one bright spot when, while
making our way from the Science Block to our English class between
first and second periods, we passed the Music Room.

We could hear a number of students practicing as we approached, but
didn't immediately recognise what it was they were playing. We were
about to walk past when Guy suddenly grabbed my arm.

"What?" I asked him.

"Sssshh. Recognise that now?"

We listened for a moment, then I smiled at him and nodded.

"It's one of ours," I said to him. Well, to be more precise, it was
one of Paul McCartneys and Michael Jacksons. A song called 'The
Girl Is Mine'.

We stopped at the open doorway and listened for a moment. Snowy
spotted us standing there and gave us a wink, then we moved on,
feeling pleased with ourselves, but not sure why.

Have you ever tried studying Shakespeare with the sounds of Michael
Jackson ringing in your ears? If you haven't tried it, then let me
tell you this. It ain't easy.

At lunch time we found our usual spot in the shade of some trees and
were soon joined by Samantha and Cameron.

Samantha sat down right next to Ben, but both of them were fairly
quiet for the whole lunch break. I did notice them however, glancing
sideways at each other and smiling quite often, like a couple of
lovebirds. And every now and then one or the other would touch the
other person in a gentle, almost loving kind of way.

We chatted about this and that for the whole hour, but one way or
another the subject always seemed to return to the upcoming show.

"So, are your families excited about you guys being in the musical?"
Samantha casually asked.

Ben just shrugged. "Haven't told them anything yet. Besides, I'm not
actually IN the musical. Me and Guy are just the roadies."

"How about you Tim?" she asked me.

"Nah. I haven't told them yet either" I answered. "I suppose I should
tell them, but knowing them as I do, I also know what their reactions
will be, and that just isn't someplace that I wanted to go to just
yet."

They all just nodded. I didn't know if they understood what it was
I was getting at, but I had a feeling they did.

During lunch time I also noticed that Cameron was often glaring at
Ben in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. And I wasn't the only
one to see it, as Guy kicked me in the leg once to get my attention
and jerked his head in Cameron's direction.

I gave him a pained sort of expression, which he returned in kind.
It was clear that both of us knew that there was going to be some
sort of trouble.

When lunch was over and Samantha and Ben left us, I whispered to
Ben, "Can we talk?"

"What about?" he asked.

"Cameron."

Ben looked at me, puzzled. "What about him?"

"Man, didn't you see him glaring at you?"

"You're joking?"

"No, he isn't," Guy answered for me. "I noticed it too."

"You're both imagining things."

Guy and I both shook our heads and said, "No," but we were quickly
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For the rest of the afternoon Ben was a bit cool towards us both,
obviously not wanting to think that Guy and I may actually be right,
but we managed to make it through to the end of the day and still
be talking to each other.

After the last lesson we headed for the auditorium, where we found
an anxious Snowy pacing up and down in front of the stage.

"Sir?" I enquired as we approached him.

When he spotted the three of us he stopped pacing and looked us up
and down, as if he were sizing us up for something, then smiled
broadly.

"Boys. Boys. Boys," he said. "I need your brains again."

The three of us just looked at each other in surprise.

"Errrr..," Guy managed to say.

"We've just had a Staff Meeting and I've been told that the budget
for this show has been cut in half... yet again."

"So? How do you think we will we be able to help?" Ben asked.

"It means that we won't have any money to splash around on fancy
sets and costumes. And seeing as you boys were the first ones here,
and two of you are my star stage-hands anyway, I figured that you
might have some ideas. We're all going to need to talk about it
over the next few weeks, alright? Have a think about it and see
what you can come up with please."

Ben and Guy glanced at each other and simply shrugged. This was going
to test them, I thought.

Just then a few of our cast mates entered the hall and started walking
down the aisle towards us. They were soon followed by a few more and
then more still. Pretty soon most of the cast and the entire school
band, complete with instruments, had arrived.

"Think about it please boys. We are all going to have to come up with
a few ideas." He then turned his attention to the steadily growing
crowd of students that was gathering, while Ben and Guy and I went
and sat in our usual seats in the front row, where we were soon joined
by Samantha and Cameron.

"Alright people," Snowy called out over the noise that everyone was
making. "Can we all take a seat please?"

There was no immediate reaction, so he clapped his hands together
loudly and called out again.

Slowly the crowd quieted and sat down to await his instructions.

"Thank you," he said, when he had finally gained control of the
group. "Now, as some of you are already aware, I've selected Tim
and Cameron and Samantha to play the three main characters in this
musical, however we now need to finalise a few more parts. What I
would like us to do this afternoon is work through a few of the
songs, with a view to selecting a few more of you for other
characters. Therefore, I have invited the band along to this practice,
as they have already been working on learning some of the pieces of
music that we will be using."

There were excited rumblings from amongst everyone who was seated,
as they took in what Snowy was saying. During this little speech
all eyes turned from our teacher, firstly towards us, then towards
the school band, who were gathered together off to the right of
the stage.

"Right then," Snowy said. "Just as soon as we get the band set up
we'll begin."

He opened a box that he had sitting on the stage and pulled out
a bundle of stapled sheets of paper, which he then started handing
out to everyone.

I looked at what he handed me and read the front page. It read
MACARTHUR CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL. 2001 SCHOOL MUSICAL.

No names on it. Nothing there to get your attention. I turned the
page and then found something which did get my attention.

FROM AN ORIGINAL IDEA BY GUY HARDING, TIM PATTERSON AND BEN WALKER.

I turned another page and found a list of songs that were all
very familiar to the three of us. Suddenly I felt quite proud of
what we had put together.

Just then the first sounds of musical instruments being warmed up
filled the hall and before long we were all listening to an
instrumental version of Cyndi Laupers' "Girls Just Want To
Have Fun."

Pretty soon there were kids bopping around to the music on the
floor in front of the stage. Some of them were even singing along,
while a rather patriarchal looking Snowy stood back and grinned
at the whole scene.

"This could be fun after all," Ben leant across and said to us.

"Yeah, maybe," I replied.

Now that things were warming up, it didn't take long for Snowy to
drag Samantha and Cameron and myself up onto the stage, along with
a few of the teeny-boppers who were having so much fun on the floor
in front of us.

Each of us were clutching our music sheets, but getting us to break
out in song was going to be something else. Well for me at least
it would be, as having never been involved in any sort of musical
before I wasn't sure exactly what it was that I should be doing.

By the time the music had stopped we had almost the entire group of
people assembled on stage, all clutching lyric sheets and wanting
to know what to do next.

Ben and Guy, being the true 'roadies' that they were, remained glued
to their seats, grinning at me like a pair of fools.

I watched as Snowy walked over to the band and discussed something
with them, then as he turned and faced us once again they started
playing the Abba song, "Ring, Ring."

Kids soon joined in, singing along, and I found the atmosphere to
be infectious. If this was what was known as a jam session, then I
was finding that it was fun. Any hesitation that I had had when we
started soon disappeared and I found myself getting caught up in
the whole scene.

For the next hour we worked through songs as a group. Sometimes
sounding great (well to my untrained ears it sounded that way),
sometimes sounding not so great. Sometimes doing a song only once.
Sometimes doing it three or four times.

I noticed Snowy cringe a few times, but on the whole he seemed
fairly pleased. When we had all finished singing "You're The One
That I Want" I noticed Snowy turn back towards the band and tell
them something, then come over to the stage and beckon Cameron
and myself towards him.

We looked at each other, both obviously wondering what he was up to.

"Boys, I think we'll wrap this up now, but before we do I want to
hear just the two of you sing. Just to hear how you sound together."

I quickly glanced around at everyone, who were all watching us.

"Just us?" I asked.

Snowy grinned. "I think you've warmed up enough now Tim, don't you?"

"What are we singing?" Cameron asked.

"Lets try Pleasant Valley Sunday," he said, then nodded towards
the band, who immediately struck up the tune.

It took a little while for us to get into it, and both Cameron and
I had to keep referring to the lyrics, but with a little urging
from Snowy and some quiet back up from everyone else who was still
on stage, we were soon going alright.

As I sang, I glanced down at Ben and Guy, who were sitting there in
the front row looking up at us. They were both staring at me, their
mouths wide open, as if they were surprised by what they were hearing.

I gave them both a wink, then noticed Ben look at Guy and then lean
over and whisper something into his ear, who responded by quickly
closing his mouth and looking back at Ben rather guiltily.

We finished the song, with Snowy beaming at us, which we took to be
a good sign, and a short while later everyone was dismissed and we
all made a mass exodus from the school hall.

"Fancy a milkshake?" Guy asked us as we piled into his car. He didn't
get any arguments from either Ben or myself, so we drove out the
school gates and headed downtown.

"Hey Ben. What was it you said to Guy when I was up on stage singing
and you leaned over and whispered into his ear?" I asked as we headed
down the main street.

Ben remained silent, preferring instead to just sit in the back seat
grinning at us.

"He told me to put my tongue back in my mouth or people would notice,"
Guy answered.

I snapped my head back towards Ben.

"Did you?" I asked.

"Well, I couldn't have him making a fool of himself now. Could I?
Or of you for that matter?" he answered.

"Is that right?" I asked Guy.

"Mate. I had no idea you were that good," Guy said to me as he
pulled into a park near the arcade that we were heading for. "I was
just... spellbound."

"Yeah. I could see that."

As we got out of the car I glanced at Guy. He quickly turned away,
but I was almost certain that he was blushing.



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That night at dinner I finally mentioned to my parents that I was
going to be in the school musical. Because I knew how they would
react it was something that I had been putting off for quite some
time now, but seeing as Samantha had brought the subject up earlier
that day, I thought it was about time that I got it off my chest
and told them. Whatever the consequences may be.

Mum said, "That's nice dear. What are you going to be doing?"

"Errrr... I got one of the lead roles," I replied.

For a long while there was stony silence, before Mum said, "Well,
congratulations."

So far so good, I thought, but just then Jason, my younger brother,
started laughing. While my father put his knife and fork down on
his plate and just glared at me.

I glanced around the table, feeling myself turn red. Predictable
reactions from all concerned. At least they didn't disappoint me.

I looked at my father again. He was scowling at me.

"You're going to be in a musical?" he finally asked. "Singing and
dancing and all done up in make-up and shit?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," I answered. "What's wrong with that?"

More silence.

"Well, I think it's nice dear," mum said to me, patting my hand
reassuringly. I jerked my hand away from her, then glared back
at my father.

"So? What's wrong with that?" I asked him again. By this time my
blood was starting to boil.

"You are supposed to be going to school to learn. To get yourself
ready for the real world. I don't pay your school fees so you can
go and play nancy boy games, singing and dancing and carrying on.
What are you? A bloody poofter or something?"

To be continued . . . . .





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