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Through the shadow of death...
Jul. 7th, 2015 09:25 am"I don't know, I thought it was a little too Avant-garde." Sam had only recently learned the term and she always felt incredibly proud of herself when she was able to use it. Especially around Uncle Tom and his girlfriend Tina. They were just so...cool.
Tom chuckled, his breath coming out in foggy clouds that drifted up into the starry sky. "You think so, kiddo?" He turned to look at Tina, wrapping his arm around her waist. "How about you?"
"Well," she said, "I'd certainly be interested to know the motive behind using nothing but stringed instruments for the entire second act. Maybe they were trying to convey the mother's longing for simplicity?"
The rock opera had been Sam's birthday present. Her parents had offered to throw her a big, blow-out sweet sixteen, but that hadn't been of much interest. She didn't have a lot of friends and, anyway, she was probably going to be graduating early and heading off to college. No point in wasting time or money on the elitist high school snobs she had to see day after day after day. She was much happier just hanging with Tom and Tina. She wanted to be part of their world, to speak their language, to use terms like 'Avant-garde' and be taken absolutely seriously. It was the perfect birthday. Not that Sam had much of a basis for comparison.
( It was freezing... )
Tom chuckled, his breath coming out in foggy clouds that drifted up into the starry sky. "You think so, kiddo?" He turned to look at Tina, wrapping his arm around her waist. "How about you?"
"Well," she said, "I'd certainly be interested to know the motive behind using nothing but stringed instruments for the entire second act. Maybe they were trying to convey the mother's longing for simplicity?"
The rock opera had been Sam's birthday present. Her parents had offered to throw her a big, blow-out sweet sixteen, but that hadn't been of much interest. She didn't have a lot of friends and, anyway, she was probably going to be graduating early and heading off to college. No point in wasting time or money on the elitist high school snobs she had to see day after day after day. She was much happier just hanging with Tom and Tina. She wanted to be part of their world, to speak their language, to use terms like 'Avant-garde' and be taken absolutely seriously. It was the perfect birthday. Not that Sam had much of a basis for comparison.
( It was freezing... )
