laughingstock, Tresta and I are again in an idling Subaru at the park. Itâs dark and quiet. The dashboard clock blinks 10:45.
âI should go,â she says. âI donât want to get grounded.â
âAgain,â I say.
âAgain. I have got to be the only girl who ever got grounded for sneaking out to go to a school board meeting.â
âWas it worth it?â I ask. She kisses me. Again. We have been kissing a lot.
âMaybe.â
There is a brief pause. The crickets sing to us from outside. And this time I break the cardinal rule. I bring up a girlâs ex-boyfriend in a parked car. âUm, so heyâdid we ever figure out why Javon didnât show up at the school board meeting?â
âYeah,â she mumbles. âI thought I told you.â But the way her voice gets quiet and her eyes stare out the window tells me that sheâs lying.
âIâm pretty sure you didnât,â I say.
âOh, well, I donât really know.â She looks down.
âYou know, for a great actress, youâre a really bad liar.â The icicles-on-my-skin feeling returns. What is she hiding ?
âShut up.â She punches me. âI really am a great actress. Say that part again and kiss me.â
âYouâre trying to change the subject.â
âItâs working,â she says, kissing me again.
âIt really isnât,â I say.
âDonât get all weird. Can we just go back to kissing?â
âNo. No, we cannot.â
âAh, you got weird.â She throws up her hands.
âI did not!â I say, though I totally felt myself getting weird.
âFine. Read for yourself.â She taps her phone a few times and hands it to me. I will paraphrase the texts so as to save your brain melting from grammar sickness.
TRESTA: Dude, what the hellâwhere were you the other night?
JAVON: Where was I supposed to be, baby?
TRESTA: You donât remember? You promised to come to the school board meeting and help us save theater.
JAVON: Oh hell, sorry, I forgot. I got invited to a party up in NYCâcouldnât miss it. Iâll make it up to you. You know I still love you, baby.
I feel my ears turning red. âKeep reading,â she says.
TRESTA: The feeling is not mutual.
JAVON: Give me one more chance. ONE MORE CHANCE.
TRESTA: I told you, I fell in love with somebody else.
To this, Javon apparently did not respond.
I stare at the phone, out the window, and finally at Tresta. The girl in my car. The girl who apparently loves me.
âYou broke up with him ?â I say. âWho did you fall in love with? Do I know the fella?â
She looks at me with those big, beautiful eyes and smiles.
âWhat can I say?â she says. âYouâre a star. And besides, I told you Sondheim makes me hot.â We kiss again. A long, slow, soft, and beautiful kiss. âJust donât ever rap again.â
ANECDOTE: IAN HARDING
I remember the exact moment I decided acting was my lifeâs passion. This epiphany, if one could call it such, came out of someone elseâs mistake.
I was a senior in high school, and had already auditioned for several colleges and acting conservatories, but I was still a little uncertain. I had been performing throughout high school, loved doing the work, and was reasonably talented, but could I actually do it for the rest of my life? Did I have what it takes?
The show was How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying , and I was cast as Mr. Biggley, a crotchety older man who runs the World Wide Wicket Company. I forget the exact point in the story, but in one performance the actress playing Rosemary, the young love interest, completely missed her entrance, leaving myself and the other actress onstage with nothing to do. In that moment, having never taken an improv class and without even being conscious of my actions, I started making up lines.
Something going wrong in a show
James Morcan, Lance Morcan