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Post by pfieffer on Jul 23, 2009 20:05:34 GMT -5
Okay so this story is mainly about Damian, but Paul plays a huge role in it.
Allie's point of view-
My best friend Kenzie invited me to go to a concert with her. I was getting ready. I pulled out jeans, they were soft. I then pulled out a top, that was made of t-shirt material. I was comfortable, that is all that mattered. I put on my flip flops. I walked out of my room. My mom told me I looked beautiful. My brother Anthony said I had never looked better, but then again he was the nicest brother ever. He told me I was wearing a green shirt. I thanked him for that. My friend pulled out and honked the horn twice, meaning I better get out their. I grabbed my stuff and my sunglasses, and made my way to her car. She opened the door for me, and got in. It was a nice car, leather seats, great radio with a good bass. She put on the music of Celtic Thunder. "Allie," She said. "This is Celtic Thunder. We will be seeing them tonight. They are five guys." I could tell that, the harmonies blended together beautifully. The music was melodious to my ears. I had never heard a sweeter sound, it was like smelling roses, or honey. The sound was sweet and pleasing. "The youngest is Damian McGinty, he had a high voice but it changed." The first song ended, then another song came on. I could tell the harmonies changed, that higher voice was not their but their was a new lower voice, which I assumed belonged to Damian, the song was Danny Boy. "He has dark chocolate brown hair, and eyes that are blue like ice, but they are not cold, he is tall about and inch taller than you." Kenzie had known me long enough to know I love alot of good description and she had gotten quite good at it. "The second youngest is Keith, he is a surfer and looks like one too, he has blond hair that looks like a field of wheat but has the texture of silk, he has eyes that are blue like the ocean he surfs on. He is about the same height as Damian. His voice is rustic very Irish sounding." I could tell his voice apart from the others because it sounded like she described. "Then their is Paul. He is tall, His hair somewhat resembles Damian. But his voice is so pure it could melt chocolate." I heard that classically trained voice, it pierced the air with the sound as sweet as chocolate. "Then their is Ryan his stage character is dark, but he is nice. He has a rusty voice, kinda scratchy but it is perfect in it's own way." I could hear his voice to, it separated from the others, because of it's unique quality to sound like sand moving on the beach when a person walked on it. "Last but not least is George he is the oldest. But is young at heart. He has a booming voice, that is deeper than the grand canyon." It was true his voice did boom, It was deep. It had the sound of cannon going off in victory. The rest of the ride we sat in silence listening to them. Their harmonies sunk in, they were magical.
We got to the venue. We got out of the car. I could hear the crowds of people when we got inside. "Oh by the way." She said "We are going to get to met some of them." I was elated, overjoyed. We took our seats. We were very close. Kenzie said we were in the first row. Live the harmonies were different but even more beautiful, I could not believe it. They were amazing. I felt the heat of spot light on me, and only assumed that Damian was singing to me. Kenzie nudged me and said I was very lucky. The concert ended. Kenzie told me to stay seated. We then went backstage, we walked down a hallway of some sort, and entered a some what filled room. "We are last in line." Kenzie told me. We waited and waited, Finally it was our turn.
"Hi, I am Damian McGinty."
"I am Paul Byrom."
"And I am Keith Harkin."
We were getting to meet three of them, I loved that. "Hi am Allie."
"And I am her best friend Kenzie."
Damian asked a question, he has a curious tone in his voice, "Are you the young lady I sang to tonight?" Then he bravely added, "It seemed like you were not enjoying the show."
Kenzie and I laughed, "I enjoyed the show so much." I said, "I could feel every beet of the drum, the beginning was kind of intense, but I liked it."
"I don't get it." He said.
"Oh well let me explain." I said, "You see..."
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 23, 2009 20:40:20 GMT -5
Allie's Point of View-
"I'm blind." I finished. Shock went across their faces I could sense it. I don't think it ever hit Damian that I was blind. "Not to be rude or anything, but come again." Paul said Paul was nudged, "Paul that was rude." Keith said. I just laughed. Damian was still getting over his shock because his next words were stuttered, "Um, well, I, I, never guessed that. It is, umm." I just laughed. "I am pretty good at hiding it." Damian was not focused on what I was saying. I did not know what he was focused on. Then he Asked a question that surprised everyone even me. "Has anyone ever told you your eyes are pretty." So he was focused on my eyes, why. Their was nothing amazing about them. "Um no. What do they look like?" I asked, "I know the color, but what do they really look like." This question confused him, I could tell. "Well." He started, but he stopped, he could not find the right words. That is when Kenzie helped him. "I used to be like you, describing things was hard. But then Allie told me a way I could describe things for her. Ask yourself a series of questions. Like what would it sound like, what would it feel like, what would it taste like, and so forth and so on." I think Damian nodded, as he started his sentence again, "Well." He thought, "They are like chocolate, they would melt on your tongue. The are like windows to your soul. They are as soft as the finest silk in the world." He stopped. That was deep. Really deep. I felt that Paul and Keith were just giving him a look. "Wow, that was really good." "So," Paul asked, "Do you know what we look like." "Kind of." I replied. "I know more of how your voices sound. But i was told, you had hair that resembled Damian's which is like chocolate. And I was told Keith had hair like a field of wheat with the texture of silk." "How do you know what wheat looks like?" Keith asked. This time I think Paul nudged him. "Well I do read. Wheat is warm like the sun on a spring day, and when it sways in the wind it sounds like, well it sounds like you singing. And if that is wheat imagine your hair." If anything Keith had to blushing now. Kenzie nudged me, It was time to go. "Well it seems like we must leave." "Wait," Damian said, "I have heard so many descriptions of my eyes, what do you think they look like?" I paused for a moment, "What color are they. Just give me the color, and Kenzie will help me a little." "They are light blue, I guess." I thought for a minute, "Well, light blue reminds me of glass or ice, but you have a warm personality so they are not cold. They are probably the blue color that everyone wants. And only you have it. If had to guess all on my own, I would say they are sweet, but they are open, the pierce but it is kind. They have a life of their own, but you control it. The are a cold stream on a warm spring day. They are a relief in the days when life is hectic. They are perfect." I finished. I could here his jaw drop. I could here all their jaws drop. "I could not have put it better." Paul said. "It was nice meeting you." "Hope we get to meet you again." "Hey um," He whispered in my ear, "I want to keep in touch, your an interesting person." He gave me his fun number and email, and I gave mine to him. Then we went our seperate ways. I put on my sunglasses. "That was cool." Was the comment I got from Paul. I supposedly according to most people had an awesome way of putting my sun glasses on. "Bye." Keith said. "Bye." Damian said. We walked out to the car and drove home. My heart was flying, I could hear it beating it went to the beat of the drums in the song that was playing, it was called heartland. It also went along with the hum of the car's engine. Everything seemed to be in perfect time.
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 23, 2009 21:41:02 GMT -5
Damian's point of view-
Wow. My only words for her. Her beauty was radiant. And those eyes, they could stop people in their tracks. We went to the bus. My mind was on her the entire time. I could not keep my mind off of her. I was tired. I climbed onto my bunk and drifted to sleep. My dreams that night were interesting they scared me but I didn't want them to end. Then. I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. Paul was looking at me. "What's up lad?" He asked, "You were tossing and turning." "I had a really scary dream." "You want to tell me about it." I thought for a minute, at first I did not want relive that horrible dream, but I knew if I talked about it I would get to sleep, "Well." I began.
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 23, 2009 23:59:30 GMT -5
UPDATE
Damian's point of view-
This was going to be so hard. "It started out nicely, I was asleep. And woke up. Everything was normal. Then everything went black. Dark. I could not see my hand in front of my face. I heard a voice. It sounded like Allie's. You remember her right?" Pal nodded, so I continued, "But something was strange about the voice, it had a British accent. She asked me, can you see the light, can you see the light. Then she talked to a voice that sounded like yours. I don't think he can see the flashlight Paul. This can not be good, not good at all. You replied. I started to panic. Then the atmosphere changed. It got cold, and I could feel everyone's attitude change. Then you said something that made me nervous, it made me panic even more." I stopped, I did not want to hurt Paul's feelings, what he said was painful. Paul was listening intently. He had a father like quality about him, but at the same time, he was like a brother. "Come on, what did I say?" "Don't take this personally okay, remember it was a dream" "I wont take it personally, now tell me." Paul was being kind, about this whole thing, sleeping on the bunk above his was a good thing. "Okay, well you said..."
Cliffhanger hoped ya liked it, Please comment and tell me what ya think, sorry it was short. love ya- pfieffer
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 24, 2009 19:10:10 GMT -5
DO NOT GET MAD AT ME FOR WHAT PAUL SAYS
Damian's point of view-
I was nervous, I was hoping this would not crush him, "You said, How will he be able to perform if he is blind. Then you said, sorry lad I guess you are out of the group." The smile on Paul's face went to a frown. "You know I would never say that lad." "Yeah I know just remember this is a dream. Well after you said that I started to cry. Then the voice that sounded like Allie said, How does it feel, not being able to see. Being treated like a no body. I was getting worried. She then said lets see how you like your life in complete and total darkness. I heard a click, so I assumed she turned the light or torch whatever she was holding off. I heard her footsteps. Her voice was faint. She said, remember it takes years for your senses to make up for the loss of eyesight. Have fun she taunted me. I heard a loud boom, that was like rocks falling or thunder echoing. It made me jump, I tried to get out of bed, but I fell on the ground instead. I was face down and getting up. When I heard a growl. It was a mixture of a mad dog, wolf, and bear. I stood up. I took a step forward. I had no idea where I was going. I was lost, and alone, and everything was dark, and the atmosphere was creepy and scary. I could feel things I never felt before. I took a few more running steps and ran into a wall. It hurt. I put my hands out and felt the door way. I ran out. But I did not run far. I stepped into a pit. I was falling for what seemed like eternity. Then someone caught me and put me gently on the ground. The same British voice, that sounded like Allie's taunted again and said Be Careful. The booming I heard before got louder and louder. I turned around. And I felt on my face a stream of hot air. That smelled really bad. I yelled. I felt the mouth closing around me and..."
No offense to any one. sorry for the some what cliffhanger. PLEASE comment and tell me what ya think. love ya- pfieffer
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 26, 2009 0:53:46 GMT -5
Allie's Point of View-
We got home. I opened the door. I felt an arm grab me. It was rough, it was the hand of my brother. "Hi Anthony." I said. "How did you know it was me?" He questioned. "Easy," I said. "Your hand, it is rough. It has a texture of sand paper, or like a carpenter's hand. Also your smell, like the ocean, salty, yet sweet. Oh and when ever I come home you are here to help me." I got the impression he rolled his eyes, but what he said next. "Well aren't you just smart little cookie." I laughed, "Thanks Kenzie. I had a great time." Kenzie yelled out, "No problem!" I heard the car door close, and the engine turn on. I then heard the car drive away. Kenzie only drove away when she knew I was safe. And I felt safest when I was with my brother. We go to the front door. Anthony opened it, "After you." He said. I walked in. I smelled the familiar sent of home. It was a mixture of snow, which to me was the smell when it was really cold and smoke from the fire places could be smelled, The ocean, and the ozarks, which smelled of trees, water, and the pure excitement of being outdoors. I loved our house, and it's smell, it gave it character. "How was the concert honey?" The sweet, pure, sensitive voice of my mother asked. "It was amazing. The best sounds I have ever heard. We got to meet three of them after words they were very kind. True gentlemen." I replied. "That is great." She said it with a tone, of they are just celebrities don't let anything go to your head. "Good night mom." I said, as I headed up to my room. My room was on the first floor of the house. I walked down the hallway. My parents slept upstairs, leaving my brother downstairs. I loved those arrangements. It gave me a comfort. I changed into my cotton pajamas they were really soft. The door opened with a squeak. "So tell me," The voice of my brother started, "How was your night? Really?" Sometimes, that rustic voice of his sounded like a girls, when he tried to pry into my life. But I had to tell him. "Like I told mom, it was really good. The three guys we met were really nice. You would have liked them. And Damian seemed so sweet." "Do you like him?" My inquiring brother questioned. "Yes." I replied, "But it is just a celebrity crush, every one has one." "Right." He said with a hint of sarcasm. That made me feel as though he thought I like Damian more than just the celebrity crush. Well what ever my brother thought it was wrong. He wished me good night. I got under my comforters, and fell asleep. My dreams started out so nice and sweet. Then I had one that was not scary, It was more of creepy. I woke up, sweating, why was a sweating it was not that bad of dream. But none the less, I got a little worried so I called for my brother. I heard his running footsteps. He came rushing in, "What is it?" He asked. "I need to talk to you." I replied. I heard him walk closer to me. He sat down, the weight at the end of my bed shifted, so I sat up and began to tell him my dream, "Well, first things first, I could see..."
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 27, 2009 21:29:25 GMT -5
Allie's point of view-
"Every thing was so vibrant. The colors were magnificent, I could see the greens and yellows, and blues. And I could see him. Now don't get me wrong Anthony, I know plenty of people who have dreams about celebrities. But I saw Damian. I saw the eyes that could pierce through the heart, and then I saw a person who would never allow that to happen. Then it got creepy, I was acting all weird. I had a flashlight in my hand. I said some stuff and turned it off. I walked away from Damian leaving him helpless, I heard him fell but I kept on walking without double thinking what I was doing. I said one more thing to him. I think I was trying to make him feel bad. I walked away again, and the last think I heard before I woke up was a scream or a yell, maybe it was a mixture of both. But the strange thing I did not want to wake up. I wanted to see where the dream was going to go. What do you think is going on?" I asked my brother this because he was one of the wises people I knew. I trusted him more than anyone, if anyone could answer it would be him. "I don't know what it means. But i am going to take a stab at it. maybe you are excited and nervous for your surgery, Wednesday. Maybe you wanted it to go on so you could keep the feeling of sight. Or maybe you want everyone to know that you are the same person. Or maybe you want everyone to be treated equally. And I think you have more than a crush on this Damian guy. I hope that helps." He said. The wait at the foot of my bed shifted as he got up. He walked away. I heard the squeaking of the door as he opened it, "Sweet Dreams Allie." he said. He walked outside and closed the door. I was left alone with my thoughts. All the things he said were so true. Except for maybe the loving Damian part. My surgery was to days away. Things could go horrible and my blindness could never have a hope of correction again. Or things could go lovely and I would be able to see. But then... I don't want to think about that. I just had to stay focused. One more day, and my life would be changed forever. I would be able to see for real, things would no longer have to be described for me because I would be able to see. It was hard for me to fall back asleep, that night. I wanted to fall asleep but I did not want to dream that dream again, but at the same time I wanted to dream that dream again. It stunk. My mind was torn. I fell asleep, and slept most of the next day. I woke up to drink some water and go to the bathroom. But I feel asleep again. When I woke up. It was the day of my surgery. The day that would change my life. Before I went in, I asked if I could make a call. I called the number and left a message. Hoping he would get it. The time was come I was being wheeled into the ER. I was nervous. That was the last conscious feeling I had that day.
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 28, 2009 0:02:34 GMT -5
Damian's point of view- "I yelled, and as the jaws bit down and I could feel the pain, that was like a million needles pricking your skin at the same time, I woke up, to your face." "Well, it's a good thing ya didn't yell. You would have woken ever one up." "Not funny Paul, this is really worrying me." "Well lad we have the next few days off. And we will be spending it here in town. You got that girls number, call her if ya want. But for now go back to sleep, I'll wake ya when we get to the hotel." "Okay Paul." I said, as he ducked back under to his bunk. I lay their for a while thinking. Just thinking. About what I was going to do during the four days off we had. That was alot but it we need it. our last good break was two weeks ago. And their was the one day break we had last week. I was thinking of footy, I will definitely kick the ball around, maybe I can try to teach Keith. Maybe Paul would join me. I love being the youngest, but sometimes it can be a little hard. I finally fell asleep still worrying about everything that their could possibly be to worry about. Paul woke me up the next morning like he promised, we walked inside the hotel, I went to tutoring, and the rest of the guys slept. The entire time my mind was not focused. I was learning the details about the potato famine and all the population stuff that went with it. I knew this stuff backwards and forwards. My mind wandered. It went back to that dream. I quickly snapped out of it and payed attention to the rest of the lesson which included, math, science, and a little bit of music theory. Like I did not get enough of that already. Their was a patch of grass, so Paul said he would play football with me. I was not enjoying it as much as I usually do. Probably because I missed the ball, every time. Paul finally said something after about thirty minutes of a game of football that was going no where, "What is the matter, you have missed every ball." I looked at him. Paul rolled his eyes, "You are not still worried about the dream and that girl are you?" "Kind of, yeah." I replied "Look call her. I am sure she would love that. I think you will find calling her will be the best thing." He said taking the ball. He was serious he wanted me to call her. I went up to my room, and sat on the bed, Paul came in and put the ball in, then walked out. I took my phone out, and Allie's number. I stared at them. I don't know how long I stared, but I was staring into space. I finally noticed the time. I had missed lunch, it was around three o'clock. I looked in the fridge where I thought there would be some food. Their was an eight piece pizza in their, that was marked property of Paul. He wont miss two pieces I thought to myself. I took to of the pieces and ate them. I got out a water bottle and walked back to the bed. I stared at my phone and her number. Then I switched on the television and started watching what ever came on. With my luck it was Disney. It was a movie. Probably one lesser favorite ones. It was beauty and the beast. But I watched. I watched it with new eyes. every now and then I would look at my phone. The movie ended, I was in tears as, Paul walked in. Why did he have to walk in then. "Hey Damo, so did ya call her?" He asked. "No." I replied through tears. "Then why are ya crying?" "I was watching Beauty and the Beast. I think I finally get it." At that moment Beauty and the Beast became my favorite Disney movie, and Belle reminded me so much of Allie. I looked at my phone again. Paul was walking to the refrigerator, "I am telling ya it will be better if ya just call her." At that moment he looked at his pizza, "MY PIZZA!" "I was hungry and you were gone, it was only two pieces. Sorry." I blurted out, before he could say anything. "It's okay lad, it was for our dinner, tonight, but I guess we can each have three pieces instead of four." He laughed, I laughed with him. I got off the bed and ate the pizza. We got a call to the room, from Sharon. She said she hoped we had a good few days off. I lay in bed that night. Thinking the cell phone was right next to me, and next to it was Allie's number. Why could I not call her. This was going to keep me up all night. But, it didn't I fell asleep around twelve o'clock. I woke the next morning early, around four or five to the sound of my phone ringing. It was my ring for people I didn't know, so I didn't answer the phone. And tried to go back to sleep. But the urge to know who it was beat. I answered the phone but it was to late. I heard the voice mail saying "Hey Damian, It's Allie. I don't know if you remember me. But I remember you. Um, you said I was an interesting person and you wanted to keep in touch. Well something really interesting is happening in my life later today. I am going to have a corrective surgery on my eyes. After the surgery I will be able to see. By the tone of your voice you seemed pretty interested in everything I had to tell you. So I thought you would be interested in this. I wish I could have talked to you but sadly you didn't answer. Wish me luck. Bye." Allie was going into surgery. I felt like I had to be their. I jumped out of bed, and nudged Paul. I put the phone towards his ear. he was still half asleep. But I told he he had to listen. So he woke up a little more and listened. "Well mate, what are you gonna do?" He asked. "Can you take me?" I asked back. "Let's go." He said. We both got dressed and Paul phoned down to Sharon telling her what was happening. We looked in the phone book for which hospital she might be at. We found the one. We drove their. Asked the people, and they said she just went in. Their was a group of three people in the waiting room, at that time. We sat down. All we could was wait. I hope you liked it. I know it was long, but it was needed I felt. Anyways PLEASE comment and tell me what ya think i love all feedback. Also I have a great surprise for the end of the story thanks so much, love ya-pfieffer
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Post by pfieffer on Jul 31, 2009 0:34:58 GMT -5
Damian's point of view-
About an hour of sitting and waiting had passed. My stomach growled. Paul heard it. "Damian, I will go to the cafeteria and get us some food." I nodded. As soon as I did, I saw a young kid a little younger than Keith walking towards me. He looked kind of like Allie. He sat down next to me. "So." He started, "Who are you here for." "Um," I stumbled, "Allie." "Sorry, but do you mind me asking your name. Love the accent by the way is it real?" The guy was nervous. "No, I don't. My name is Damian. Yes my accent is real. I am from Northern Ireland. Can I ask who you are?" "Oh sorry. I am really nervous. Allie, is my sister, she is in surgery right now. My name is Anthony." The guy started fiddling with his hands, "So um, how do you know Allie." "Oh well, this might be a little awkward now. I am on break from my tour. I met Allie at one of the concerts. And well..." I trailed off, I had just met her brother, I was not going to tell him. I could not keep my mind off Allie. Just then Paul came back. "Hey Damo." He said, "Who is this?" "Oh, I am Anthony, Allie's brother." "Nice to meet ya Anthony." Paul said. "Are you from Northern Ireland to, you have a similar accent to Damian?" Paul laughed, "No, I am from Ireland. I live in Dublin, he lives in Derry." Paul handed me a donut, and a carton of milk. Their was an awkward silence. Then a man and a women came over to us. "Hello." They said. "Anthony we are going to the cafeteria to get some food." The woman said. "Okay, mom." Anthony replied. I had finished the donut and was working on the carton of milk. "Those are my parents. They are more worried about this than me. You know, " He stated, "What I am really worried about is the small fact that this surgery might not work. But I mean these guys know what they are doing right." He was really nervous. "It's okay." I said, then I accidentally let something slip, "She will come out looking just as beautiful as before." Luckily only Paul caught it. Anthony was to busy worrying about Allie. But I can not deny the fact, I was really worried to. His parents came back. We sat their, again. I pulled out my phone and started playing games to keep my mind off Allie. But, the first game was a game that had to deal with colors, so I went to the next game. It was brickbraker. I got tired of of that real fast. I set my phone down. And fell into a dreamless sleep. I woke up with Paul nudging me. "Lad, she is out of surgery. Her family has agreed, that we could see her." I followed him to the room, she was still asleep. She had gauze around her eyes. The doctor came in, "Hello, Mam" He was talking to her mom, "I will come in, in three hours and remove the gauze. She should be awake before then." The doctor walked out. Those were the longest three hours of my life.
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Post by pfieffer on Aug 1, 2009 16:41:46 GMT -5
Allie's point of view-
I woke up. I don't know when. But I could feel the gauze around my head. So I only assumed the surgery was over. Then I heard voices. I heard My brothers voice, my mom's voice, my dad's voice, and two voices that I recognized but I did not know who they were. They were all talking. "So," said one of the voices I did not recognize said, "How long has this surgery been planned." My brother answered, "For about a year now. We were all really happy that Kenzie took her to you guys concert." That made me think for a while. Kenzie took me to one concert. It was Celtic Thunder. Then my mom said, "So your the boys she talked about. Did she meet you two, she said she met three of you." The other voice responded, "Yes she met, Me, Keith, and Paul here." At that I could not hold it in any longer, "Damian? What are you doing here?" I could here the heads turn towards from, My dad exclaimed, "YOUR AWAKE!" "Yeah, I am." I said, "But Paul, Damian what are you doing here. Hi Anthony." I could tell my brother wanted me to say hi to him. I could here him bouncing up and down in his chair. "Well, you see Damo here wanted... Ow." He started. I heard Damian hit him, "What was that for. Oh." "To know more about this surgery." Damian was lying like a rug. "You see she called me, because I love finding about interesting things, like this proceedure." Paul started to laugh. Then I heard Anthony start to laugh. I think Anthony realized Damian was lying. "Oh. You are a very nice boy." My mom replied. My parents bought it. Which made Paul and Anthony laugh even harder. "Ehem." A voice said. "Hello doctor." My dad said. "I am here to remove the bandages. Now I assume," He directed his voice towards me. "You don't want to see me, So you can choose one or two people who you want to see first." This was a hard decision. "Honey," my mom said, "I think it would be best that you did not pick me and your father first." I loved my mom. "Okay, I would like Anthony, and..." I hesitated, "I don't want offend any one, but I want Damian." The doctor said okay, and I heard three sets of footprints leave the room. The doctor walked behind me, and started unwrapping the gauze. Could he unwrap it any slower. "Oh it will take your eyes a minute to adjust." The last layer unwrapped. Everything was blury, their were blobs. The things began to take focus. I realized why everyone had a hard time describing everything. It was all so beatiful. Two bright smiling faces leaned in.
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Post by pfieffer on Aug 2, 2009 3:00:39 GMT -5
Damian's point of view-
We leaned in and smiled. Then Allie got a confused look on her face, "Wait, which one of you is Anthony." Both Anthony and I laughed. We then think she realized who was who, but needless to say Anthony spoke, "I am." Allie smiled, "It's good to see you. I realize now why you had such a hard time describing yourself."
Allie's point of view-
I gathered my thoughts. I was thinking of all the ways Kenzie and Him had described himself to me. "You have hair like a sea of dark chocolate." It went to his shoulders, "Your eyes are heartwarming brown, and wise. I am so glad you are my brother." I turned my gaze to the other face looking at me. Kenzie was good at describing things, but when it came to Damian she was not even close. I took everything I knew about him, and everything I knew about what things looked like.
Damian's point of view-
She looked at me. "So your Damian Mc Ginty." She said. Oh no I got real worried. "When Kenzie, my friend described you to me, she did not do you justice." Well now I was confused I did not know if that was good or bad. Then she started describing me, I was flattered, "Your hair, Is the sky at midnight, and your smile is the moon. But your smile brightens the room like the sun. Your very tall, I did not expect that. And your eyes..." She paused, "Your eyes, brighter than the sky on a warm summers day. But colder than the ice in winter that summer melts away. They make me smile. They make everyone smile. They are kind and sincere. They have a heart of their own. They are expressive and show all your feelings. I still don't feel like I did justice." She said. Wow, if I did not have a little crush on her already. That certainly did it in for me.
Allie's point of view-
Truth is, their were not words perfect or good enough to describe Damian. Anthony was right it was more than a celebrity crush. Then my parents came in, I saw them for the first time. They were amazing. The doctor came back in and said, "She is free to go, but if you think anything is wrong, bring her back immediately." My parents started packing up their stuff. The doctor's last comment worried me. I did not realize their was a possibility that I might loose my sight. All I could do is hope and pray that my sight would never go away.
Damian's point of view-
Paul and I left the hospital. I was so happy, I was in love, and the girl I loved could see me. We got lunch and went back to the hotel. Paul and I attempted to teach Keith footy, it failed. Sharon took us out to dinner. We went back to the hotel. I had the horrible dream again. Except this time the creature ate me first then I woke up. When I woke up it was one thirty, I figured that the person was Allie, but I wondered why she did not help me. Maybe it was a sign I was falling hard. I mean I had met the girl once before. I had to remember I might never see her again. I fell asleep worrying.
Allie's point of view-
I could see. I could see everything. The ride home, was amazing. I saw my house for the first time. I saw my room for the first time. But in the back of my mind was what the doctor said. I would never stop hoping and praying, but maybe it wasn't enough.
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Post by Tri Tri on Aug 4, 2009 22:35:50 GMT -5
AHH!!! I'm so happy the surgery was a success!!! And she gets to see Damian!!! YAY!!! *throws confetti* ;D
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Post by pfieffer on Aug 6, 2009 1:51:17 GMT -5
Allie's point of View-
I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning. Their were some blurry lines but I did not think twice about it. I thought that was how everyone was like in the morning. I was partially right. I did not tell my mom or dad or Anthony about it. I was board the entire day. It was weir trying to get used to seeing things. It was like I was baby. Then I got a text. It was cool I could actually read text messages. I felt like a normal kid. I read who the text was from. I was so surprised. I fell over. My brother came rushing into my room. He looked at me then the text and just laughed. "What do you think I should do?" I asked. "Reply." Anthony answered. "Once in a lifetime opportunity take it." I replied.
sorry it was short. but i will post the other part of this post later. it is important. i hope you like it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what ya think.
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Post by pfieffer on Aug 7, 2009 1:52:43 GMT -5
Damian's point of view-
My sleep was dreamless that night. I woke up thinking of Allie. I wanted to know how she was. I was sure she was fine. Paul then kicked, making me fall of the bed. "Ow Paul, that hurt." "What did I do." "You kicked me off the bed." "Did not." "Yes you did and you know it." Paul was laughing, "Sorry mate." "Right." I said rolling my eyes. I got up and turned the tellie on. It went to Disney channel. I was sure we had watched footy on it and changed the channel. "Paul, why is it on Disney?" Paul looked mischievous, "Um no reason. It just was. Maybe you did it." "No last thing I watched was a footy match." I then picked up the tv guide, and looked to see what was on Disney that Paul might have wanted to watch. One thing caught my eye. "You stayed up all night to watch the movie Tinkerbell." I busted out laughing. "I did not not. I stayed up all night to watch the" He was stumbling. "Wait till Ryan hears this." "No!" Paul yelled. To late Ryan had already picked up. "Ryan guess what movie Paul stayed up all night to watch." "What movie." "Tinkerbell." "No" "Yes." Both Ryan and I were laughing. I was on the ground holding my sides it hurt so much. Ryan hung up. Paul lunged towards me a rolled and got up. Paul lunged again. This time he pinned me on the bed. He was tickling me. "Paul stop it." I was gasping for air. The laughter of Paul watching Tinkerbell, him lunging towards me and him tickling me, literally made it hard for me to breath. Paul finally stopped. As I gasped for air. I was still laughing, and every now and then I would burst out in laughter. When those happened Paul would just look at me making me laugh harder. When I was not laughing at Paul, my mind would drift towards Allie. I was thinking about her all the time. I could not get her out of my head. Finally after one of the laughing attacks I asked Paul a question. "Paul." I started. Paul cut me off, "Go for it." It was like he could read my mind. I picked up my phone and almost called Allie, but i remembered she could see, so I decided to text her. It took a while to respond. I mean it was a simple yes or no question, will you go to dinner with me. Finally a reply. I read it, and could not believe the answer.
I hope y'all liked it. you still don't know the answer. hehehe evil cliffhanger. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment love ya
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Post by pfieffer on Aug 8, 2009 0:47:15 GMT -5
Damian's point of view-
I did not want this and at the same time I wanted this. "Paul, Paul, Paul." I yelled, "What should I do. Please tell me." Paul read the text, "Well you can read that it is as clear as day." It was true as I looked at my phone again in disbelief three letters were written Y, E, S. Where was I going to take her. What was I going to wear. I felt like a girl before a big school dance. I just hope this didn't get to serious. It would hurt to be away from her. This was just going out to dinner, to see how her surgery was. Yeah that was it I reassured my self a simple dinner to catch up. Paul was rolling his eyes at me. Paul starte to sing, "Damian's got a girl friend, Damian's got a girl friend." "I do not. I am taking her out to dinner to see how she is doing." "Right." Paul rolled his eyes. "Take her to Cheesecake Factory." Paul could read my mind, I was sure of it. I just laughed at myeself. I got ready way to early I was nervous. How was I going to get their. "Get a taxi." Paul answered my question. "Paul can you read minds?" "No, I am a wizard." He laughed, "But I have had myy fair share of dates before." I texted Allie the time I would be picking her up. I would be their around seven o'clock.
Allie's point of view-
I cannot believe a replied yes. My brother was always right. Damian then texted me back saying he would be here around seven. Wow a long time from now. How on earth could I wait that long. In honest truth I could not. But I decided to pass the time by watching a movie. Now that I could. The first movie I pulled out was beauty and the beast. It was really good. But it did not waste that much time. I walked to Anthony's room. I realized how interesting he was. Even though some of the lines were blury I could still see everything. He had three skateboards hanging up on his wall. He had six guitars, on stands, and he had his bed. He also had a Celtic Thunder poster. That surprised me. I did not think he was a Celtic Thunder fan. "I didn't know you liked them." I said pointing to the Celtic Thunder poster. "Yeah they are really good. Keith and Neil play guitar like beasts." I laughed, "Can you help me get ready for tonight." "Sure." he said. Alot of time passed. Then the doorbell rang.
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