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Post by meagab15 on Nov 30, 2009 9:43:35 GMT -5
here's my mom's story and hope you love it here's the first part
Meagan walked around the old theater. Shadows darted through the darkest corners. Whispers were carried with the dust in the air. The face of a little girl was peeking around the old shredded curtains that were once opulent red velvet. Meagan smiled at her and the little face disappeared. Meagan’s friend Kristine stood close to her, holding on to her hand tightly. She was scared silly, but Meagan wasn’t. No she’d seen it too many times before. Maybe not this theater, but so many others. Theaters, houses building, every one of them filled with secrets. “Honestly Meagan, I don’t know how you do this.” Whispered Kristine, her voice quivering just a little. “Calm down Kristine, ghosts can’t hurt you, well, at least most of them anyway.” Meagan squeezed her hand for reassurance. “I just wonder where the owner of this place is. She was supposed to be here to meet us.” The owner was Sharon Browne. She had bought this run down theater in Northern Ireland as a showcase for her show, Celtic Thunder. Because of all the para-normal activity happening in it, she couldn’t seem to keep workers in it to get it renovated. That’s where Meagan came in. Meagan was a real live “Ghostbuster”. At least that’s what everyone called her. Ever since Meagan was born she could see and talk to people who were caught between life and death. Her first best friend was a little girl by the name of Katy Rose. They were the best of friends even though Katy Rose was a ghost. One day Meagan’s mom found them playing in her room together. She helped Katy Rose move to the other side and began to teach Meagan about her gift, the same gift that was passed down the female side of Meagan’s mother’s family. Meagan often went out with her mother to “clean” houses. Clean meaning helping owners rid themselves of unwanted houseguests.
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Post by meagab15 on Nov 30, 2009 9:45:15 GMT -5
second part
It was on the Celtic Thunder fansite that Sharon first heard about Meagan’s gift. Meagan & Kristine were talking about a particularly odd spirit, by the name of Mr. Applegate. Mr. Applegate liked practical jokes. Nothing bad, just silly little pranks like hiding the owner’s slippers in the oven and writing BOO in a foggy mirror. The owners of the house didn’t think it was so funny. Secretly Meagan had thought Mr. Applegate was hilarious but managed to talk him into the light anyway. She had fond memories of Mr. Applegate. Fond memories of all of the spirit friends she’d helped. Meagan and Kristine were in the Thunder Pub chatting away when Meagan got a message in her inbox. It was from Sharon asking her to call & talk about a small problem she had in Ireland. Meagan called, of course, and well…here she and Kristine was…in Ireland….in a dusty rundown theater. The sound of a door opening and footsteps made Kristine jump and a little squeak popped out. “Would you relax already? Those are real footsteps.” Both girls turned as Sharon Browne walked up, with none other than Damian McGinty following behind her. Meagan’s heart jumped to her throat. “Hi! You must be Meagan and Kristine. I’m Sharon Browne and this kid here is Damian McGinty.” She pointed behind her with her thumb then reached out and shook both Meagan’s then Kristine’s hand. “Did you have any problems getting here?” Meagan tried to say something, truly she did, but the words seemed to be stuck right in her throat, right behind her thumping heart. All she could do is stare right into two beautiful blue eyes. Kristine looked questionly at her, then turned to Sharon. “No, no problems at all. Hi, I’m Kristine and this here mute is Meagan.” Meagan smiled and managed a small “hello”. “Well now, you girls can get started tomorrow on all this” she looks around, “crazy ghost business. I’ve brought Damian to show you where you’ll be staying. There’s a nice little bed and breakfast up the street. I hope you like it. Right now I’m headed off to London. By the way, how long do you think it will take you to….you know.” Kristine looked at Meagan, who still looked a little pale and still couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “Oh, we don’t know. It depends on…um…whom and how many spirits we’re dealing with.” Kristine thought that sounded good considering she didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. She just wanted to turn around and kick Meagan. “Ok….well then give me a ring when it’s done. I need to get the workmen in there soon. We start rehearsals for the new show in less than 2 months. I’d love to use this old theater. The acoustics here are incredible.” Sharon headed toward her car. “Oh, and by the way, Damian and a few of the lads will be popping in now and then to help in any way they can. Keep in touch.” She waved a final goodbye, got in her car and took off. The three left standing on the curb watched the car pull away then turned and looked at each other. “Well then, I’m thinkin this should be great craic.” Said Damian, smiling. “Let’s get you ladies to your room.” They all climbed into the small car Kristine rented at the airport. Damian, being a rather large young man, folded himself in the backseat with 2 suitcases. Both knees were hitting his chin as he lay sideways on top of the suitcases. Looking at him seemed to bring Meagan out of her daze. She started cracking up laughing and couldn’t seem to stop. Of course, that got Kristine going then Damian. “Great craic, just what I said.” Laughed Damian. The next morning Meagan snuck silently out of the room and let Kristine happily in dreamland. She wanted to walk the old theater by herself just to get the lay of the land, so to speak. She really didn’t want any distractions, like having to calm Kristine down every 5 minutes. As she walked up to the front door of the theater, there sat one big distraction, in the gorgeous form of Damian McGinty. Meagan had always had a crush on him. Ever since she first saw him at 14 yrs old on a DVD in 9th grade music class. She became his biggest fan. Now, 6 years later, she was 20 and he was 21. She’d had boyfriends of course, but she always compared them to Damian. Now here he sat in all his blue eyed, brown haired gorgousness. When he saw her, he stood and smiled at her. Her heart started thumping again. “Stop it, Meagan!” she told herself, “You have a job to do!” “Hey, thought I’d stop by and see if I could help.” He said. “Thanks but I kinda thought I’d do a walk through by myself.” Meagan smiled at him. Mentally Meagan kicked herself…why not let him come? Alone with Damian, it was a dream come true. “I promise I won’t get in the way. Anyway it’s kind of a mess in there. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He smiled again. Meagan gave in…of course she gave in…she just couldn’t resist that lovely smile. “You don’t scare easy do you?” she asked him. “Naw, at least, I don’t think so.” He held up the keys to the theater. “Let’s go.” He turned to unlock the door. “I really need you to stay quiet, if you can.” Meagan told him, “I really need to concentrate.” “No problem” he replied. He opened the door and gestured her in. Meagan walked slowly through the vestibule and by the refreshment stand. She closed her eyes & opened all her senses to try to find the little girl she saw yesterday. Somehow she knew the little girl would give her all the info she needed on what was going on in this place. She walked through the doors of the theater and down the aisle toward the stage, looking for the little red-haired girl. “So….you really think this ole place is haunted?” Damian asked looking around. “Shush!” whispered Meagan just as she saw the little red head peek out from the curtains again. “Hello…is anyone here?” she called. She headed toward the stage, slowly as not to scare the girl away. “Hi! My name is Meagan. I’m not here to hurt or scare you. I just want to talk.” Meagan heard a lot of whispering but saw no one. Suddenly a small voice beside her said, “Hello….Are you a bad person?” It was the little red-head next to her. She had blue eyes and long curly red hair. She wore a brown dress with a white pinafore. A few freckles were scattered across her nose. “What a little cutie.” Meagan thought. “No. I’m not bad. My name’s Meagan. What’s yours?” Meagan smiled. “Whoa! Who are you talking to?” Damian asked. “This is my friend Damian” Meagan grabbed his hand and gave it a hard squeeze, trying to let him know to stay silent. “My name is Fiona. I’m 7 years old. Is he your sweetheart?” she asked. Meagan blushed. “Yes, he is.” She was glad Damian wasn’t following this conversation. “Fiona is there other people here with you?” Meagan asked. “Oh Yes! Lots of people! There’s my ma and da and….” Suddenly she looked toward the stage. “I have to go. Will you come back and play with me? I know some good games.” “Of course, maybe tomorrow.” Meagan replied. The small girl disappeared. Meagan turned to look at Damian. He stood still as a statue, his face a little pale. “Hey! Let’s go get some breakfast.” Meagan pulled him out of the theater knowing the thought of food would bring him around. “So….do you know a good place to eat?”
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Post by meagab15 on Nov 30, 2009 9:47:06 GMT -5
third part
“Breakie!!! Good idea, ok, let’s go.” Damian led Meagan down the street around the corner towards a small café. She wasn’t really hungry, but definitely could use a cup of hot coffee. They walked in and went to a booth clear in the back. The waitress approached the table. “Hey Damian! You want your usual?” she asked. Damian nodded. She turned toward Meagan. “Just coffee and a roll for me.” After the waitress left, Damian turned to Meagan. “I saw her!” he whispered. “I saw that little girl!” Meagan stared back, speechless. Damian nodded at her. “I did! Her name is Fiona and she’s 7 years old. And you told her I was your sweetheart.” Meagan’s face started turning red. “Well I just told her that so she wouldn’t be afraid. So how did this happen? Have you ever seen a ghost before?” Damian shrugged. “Don’t know, you’re the expert. All I know is when you grabbed my hand, she was there.” Meagan didn’t know what to think. This had never happened before as far as she knew. “So…what do we do next?” Damian asked. “Well, I planned on getting close to Fiona. She’s a little kid. She can tell us how many spirits are in the theater and what keeps them there. Then we work on how to get them to cross over.” The waitress brought Meagan’s coffee and Damian’s large glass of orange juice. “Cross over to where?” he asked. “I don’t know, heck…. who does? I guess they go to heaven. You see, sometimes ghosts are people who just don’t know they’re dead, or sometimes they have something they have to do before they go. Really, my job is to find out why they are still here, help them to solve their problem and show them how to move on.” Explained Meagan. Damian looked at her. “You are amazing. By the way, I’m happy I’m your sweetheart.” He smiled at her and held her hand across the table. Meagan was saved from replying by massive amounts of food being set on their table. Holy Cow! How could anyone eat this much food! Meagan picked at her roll and watched in amazement as Damian methodically worked his way through it. “So, it’s going to be a lovely day today. If your done at the theater for now, maybe I can show you and Kristine a little of Ireland.” Damian managed to ask her between bites. “That sounds fun, but I would like to visit the library. I need to research the theater. Every bit of information I have will help. Maybe you could show me where it is. Then I could do that tomorrow before going back to the theater.” “You’re not going back there without me.” He answered. He finished up his meal. “Let’s go get Kristine and have some fun.”
to be continued
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 1, 2009 17:03:43 GMT -5
“That sounds fun, but I would like to visit the library. I need to research the theater. Every bit of information I have will help. Maybe you could show me where it is. Then I could do that tomorrow before going back to the theater.” “You’re not going back there without me.” He answered. He finished up his meal. “Let’s go get Kristine and have some fun.” Just then, Damian’s cell phone rang. He answered it and started explaining what was going on to the person on the other end. Then hung up. “Come on. Let’s go get Kristine.” He put some money down on the table to pay the bill and both headed out the door. “That was Ryan Kelly. You know him right?” Meagan nodded. Of course she knew of him. He was only Kristine’s obsession, that’s all. Meagan has heard everything there is to know about Ryan Kelly in the last 5 years from Kristine. As they walked, Meagan told Damian about the first trip to Kansas City to see the Celtic Thunder show. She had been only 15 and it was the first time she had met Kristine in person. Kristine was crushing on Keith Harkin at the time. That was until she met Ryan outside an Irish Pub. Ryan stopped & chatted with them. Those flashing green eyes, the sexy smile and that’s all it took for Kristine to fall head over heels. She then told him about the “diner incident” as they now called it. That same day, Meagan and Kristine had walked into a diner for lunch. Damian and Keith were sitting in a booth. Keith said something to Damian and nodded over to them. When Damian turned & looked at her, Meagan started hyperventilating and almost passed out. Kristine had to walk her back outside so she could get some air. Damian laughed, “Hey! Believe it or not, I remember that! If I remember right, Keith said, “Hot Babe Alert!” When I looked over at you, you were looking at me with your big brown eyes and your face was all red….” Meagan chuckled. She was amazed he had remembered her. “Yeah, I must have looked like a big doofus or something.” She smiled. “No, I remember thinking you looked adorable. I still think you look adorable.” He stopped her in the middle of the sidewalk and turned her toward him. “Do you mind if I do something I’ve been wanting to do since this morning?” Meagan could only shake her head. Damian’s head came down. His lips brushed up against hers. Every thought Meagan ever had flew right out of her head at that moment. Once again her heart started pounding. Damian lifted his head and smiled. “Well then, we better be getting on. Ryan should be here soon & we need to find Kristine.” He put his arm around Meagan’s shoulder and together they walked toward the bed & breakfast. Kristine ran up just as they were nearing the B & B. She’d gone for a quick run while waiting for Meagan to return. “Hey! Where have you two been?” She said gasping. She started her cooling off exercises, as Damian & Meagan told her about their exciting morning. “Oh, and Ryan Kelly is on his way to take us for a drive.” Meagan started telling her. Kristine was bent all the way over, stretching her back and the back of her legs. Her head snapped up and she glared at Meagan. “You know, show us around a little….” “RYAN KELLY! RYAN KELLY is coming HERE…RIGHT NOW!!!” Kristine grabbed Meagan’s arm and started pulling her into the B & B. “Holy crap! I gotta get ready! Why didn’t you tell me that right away!” Kristine kept talking to herself as she pulled Meagan along. Meagan turned and grinned at Damian. He grinned back and yelled, “I’ll wait right here for you!” Upstairs in their bedroom, Kristine started tearing off her running clothes and jumped in the shower. Meagan sat on the stool. “So how are you and Damian getting on? I assume you actually found your voice.” Kristine asked from the shower. “He kissed me, Kristine.” “What!” She pulled a bit of the shower curtain open and peeked out at her. “So? How was it?” “He stopped me right in the middle of the sidewalk. Said I was adorable and kissed me. It was wonderful!” Meagan propped her chin in her hand. “Well that sounds good, so what’s the prob?” Kristine pulled her head back in. “The “prob” is….#1. He lives in Ireland…#2. I live in the United States and #3. I think I’m in love with him. That’s 3 “probs” Kristine. Man, what am I going to do?” The shower turned off. “You’re making problems when there aren’t any, sister. Have fun! Enjoy! Now help me pick something out to wear. I want to knock Ryan’s socks off! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me right off that Ryan was coming!” Kristine hugged her. “This is like a dream Megs. I love you. Thanks for bringing me along.” “I wouldn’t be here without you, Kris. Now, let’s see what we can do to make Ryan’s eyes pop out of his head. “ Meagan smiled. The guys were waiting by Ryan’s car when Meagan and Kristine walked out. They had sweet talked Mrs. McCardle, the B & B innkeeper, into packing a picnic lunch for their outing. Damian introduced Ryan to Meagan and Kristine. He shook Meagan’s hand. When he shook Kristine’s hand he held on to it and stared at her. “You look really familiar. Have we met somewhere before?” he asked. “Nice line Ryan!” Damian joked. “Not like she’s heard that one, like, a thousand times before.” Kristine smiled at Ryan. “Actually we met briefly in Kansas City. I’ve also seen a few of your shows. I’m surprised you remember.” “I never forget a pretty face.” Ryan smiled. The two of them couldn’t seem to stop staring at each other. “Well, let’s show these ladies a little of Ireland shall we?” Damian suggested. The four of them climbed into Ryan’s car, which was, thank God, larger than Kristine’s rental.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 3, 2009 18:20:04 GMT -5
Ryan drove them up to Derry so Meagan and Kristine could see Damian and Keith’s hometown. Then he drove down the coast. The scenery was breathtaking! The hills greener than any pictures they’d ever seen. Ryan stopped the car by a cliff overlooking the sea. They walked down a little path to a beach and laid out the blanket and all the food. There was roast beef sandwiches, piled high with roast beef on home-baked bread, fruit and a delicious cake that sort of looked like bundt cake, and was heavenly good. Ryan said it was whiskey cake. “Does it really have whiskey in it?” Meagan asked. Both guys nodded their heads yes. Meagan couldn’t begin to eat all of her food, so Damian finished it off for her. How he managed to stay so thin she couldn’t imagine. “Ahhhh! Thank God for Mrs. McCardle!” Damian sighed as he finished the last bit of cake. “You know, while she was making our lunch, she was telling me how the B & B was haunted.” Ryan said. “Oh really? Haunted by who?” asked Kristine. “Well she says it’s haunted by one of the former owner’s, twice removed. She said he was killed right there in the house by English soldiers back in 17something. She told a nice little story all about it.” He answered her. “Actually,” Meagan said, “It’s haunted alright.” Everyone turned to look at her. “But it’s haunted by Mrs. McCardles first love. One….Sean O’Malley.” She tried to say his name in the thick Irish accent that Sean O’Malley had used when he introduced himself to her that morning, but it didn’t quite sound the same. Everyone laughed. “I guess he died during the war before they could be married. He stays by her pretty much all the time.” “That’s so sad! Are you going to tell Mrs. McCardle? She might like to know who’s really haunting the inn.” Kristine said. “I don’t know. Do you think I should? After all, she does have such a lovely story.” Meagan replied. “Oh, I think I’d tell her.” Damian told her, “She doesn’t have to change her story if she doesn’t want to. After all we all love a good story. Anyway, this way she can have a new story to pass.” They all started packing their dishes back in the basket. “So what’s the game plan for tomorrow?” Ryan asked. “Well, I would like to go to the library and research what happened at the theater and about how many spirits we’re dealing with. “ Meagan explained. “I can do that,” volunteered Kristine, “I’m not looking forward to going back to that old theater anyway.” “Mind if I tag along with you?” Ryan asked. “I threw an overnight bag in the trunk. Mrs. McCardle said she had a room for me.” Kristine smiled at him. “I’d love the company. Did you bring running clothes? We could go for a run before the library.” Ryan smiled. “A pretty girl that runs, my dream come true.” “OK. Damian and I will head back to the theater then.” They all headed back to the car. “Hey let’s go on a shopping trip before going back.” Damian suggested, “We need to “Irish” these girls up so they look like “real” Irish lasses.” They drove back to Derry. Damian bought Meagan an Aran sweater and a cute Irish cap, just like the one Keith Harkin wore when he sang “The Island”. She insisted on buying a “Kiss me I’m Irish” t-shirt, which Damian said made her look like a tourist. Ryan picked a sweater out for Kristine too and then bought her a rain slicker for running. He told her if she was going to run in Ireland, she was eventually going to need it. It was getting dark as they headed back. Ryan & Kristine went on into the B&B. Damian held Meagan back & turned her toward him. “I had fun today, how about you?” He smiled down at her. “It was the best craic I’ve ever had.” Meagan told him, “Thank you for the wonderful day.” He laughed, “Best craic huh? That hat must be already working for you. By next week no one will ever know you’re from America.” He bent and kissed her goodnight. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Kristine was waiting when Meagan walked into their room. “Oh my God, Meagan! I kissed Ryan Kelly! Isn’t he just gorgeous! This feels so much like a dream, I feel like any moment I’m going to wake up. I never want it to end.” Meagan was very much afraid it was going to end all too soon. The pessimist in her just couldn’t get past that their vacation was going to end, and both of them were going to be devastated when it did. The next morning Damian met Meagan in the parlor of the B & B. Of course , Damian was hungry, so they decided to eat breakfast at the Bed and Breakfast. Mrs. McCardle served up a huge breakfast with eggs, bacon, sausage and ham. There was potatoes and a homemade brown bread. Mrs. McCardle happily kept bringing on more food, and Damian happily kept eating. Meagan just shook her head. Coffee and a roll for her. While he was eating he asked Mrs. McCardle about the ghost. She started the telling of the long story. After she was finished, Meagan told her about her gift. “Mrs. McCardle, ever since I was small, I could see spirits. I’ve personally met the ghost in this inn. Would you like to know about him?” She continued at Mrs. McCardle’s wide-eyed nod. “ Well the person that’s haunting is place is actually someone you know very well. He says his name is Sean O’Malley and that you and he were once in love.” Just then Sean O’Malley appeared beside Meagan. Meagan grabbed Damian’s hand and looked at him. Damian nodded his head yes. Meagan knew that he was seeing Sean O’Malley too. “He wants to tell you he was sorry he left you and that he has always loved you. He wants to wait for you if you don’t mind him hanging around.” Meagan told her. Tears filled Mrs. McCardles eyes, “Well….I can’t imagine…my Sean..when he died, he took a piece of my heart with him. Ahhh Sean…I still love you too. You are always welcome in my house and you still live in my heart.” Mrs. McCardle walked back into the kitchen, crying. Meagan looked at Damian. “Wow! Intense.” Damian whispered. Meagan nodded back “I’m sure Mrs. McCardle will want to talk later….but let’s be off to the theater now…that is…if your finally done eating. By the way…what is that nasty black sausage stuff?” “That’s blood pudding. It’s good.” “Good for what? Making someone barf? It looks gross.” Meagan made a face. “You eat it enough and it grows on ya. Sorta like you . You’re starting to grow on me.” Damian smiled. “What….like a big zit? Really…that’s not a very nice thing to say to a person.” Meagan teased. “No not like a zit. Although I could squeeze you…” He picked her up in a great big hug. “and see if you pop.” He laughed. “Ahhhh ….put me down…I can’t breath!!” He set her down and gave her a little kiss. “So, let’s go and check out the theater again.” Meagan and Damian took off for the short walk to the theater.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 7, 2009 16:53:56 GMT -5
When Meagan and Damian walked into the theater, Meagan first noticed the most beautiful music coming from the stage. She turned to look at Damian, “Wow! Do you hear that? It’s beautiful!” Of course he couldn’t hear it, yet. She grabbed his hand. He looked surprised and looked toward the stage. “Oh my God! “ Meagan said, “Look at all these people!! How are we ever going to send all these people on.” There had to be at least 50 people wandering around. Some were up on stage, working . There were musicians to the side of the stage and there were about 30 or so sitting in the audience. All seemed to be mesmerized by the stunning couple in the middle of the stage singing a duet that brought tears to Meagan’s eyes. The woman had long flowing red hair, green eyes and the most classically beautiful face Meagan had ever seen. She wore an elaborate period dress of dark green. Probably from the 1700’s, Meagan thought. The man was dark, with blue eyes and a strong handsome face. He wore dark knee breeches with a white shirt. The sleeves were very long , with lace at the bottom. He also had a cloak that was pinned at the shoulder. They looked at each other while they sang with such love that it made your heart weep. The man had a pure tenor voice and the woman a soprano voice, clear and strong. They were singing in gaelic and Meagan didn’t understand what they were singing, but it was obviously a love song. “That’s my da and ma.” A little voice piped in next to them. “Hi Meagan. Hi Damian. I’m glad you came back.” “Hi back, Fiona.” Meagan smiled at her. “Fiona, why are all these people here?” “We’re rehearsing for the big show! “ she said, “We’ve been rehearsing and rehearsing and rehearsing, but no one comes to the show. Shhhh…you must be very quiet or Mr. Fitzmauris will be very cross.” “Who is Mr. Fitzmauris? “ Meagan whispered. “He is the man who tells us what to do.” Fiona answered. “If you are not quiet, he will get angry and throw things at you. Those men who came made lots of noise and Mr. Fitzmauris threw things at them and made them go away.” “So that’s why the workers renovating the theater left.” Meagan whispered to Damian. “They must have been renovating and making too much noise.” A tall, rather large man walked out on the stage. “ Sean, Maura…beautiful…beautiful. Now for our little girl….Fiona!!! Where are you lass?” “I have to go rehearse again.” Fiona whispered. She disappeared and reappeared on stage in a different outfit than what she wore earlier. The musicians started up and Fiona started to dance. She floated around the stage like she had wings. She was very talented for one so young. When she was finished, Meagan could help but to clap, which was a big mistake for 2 reasons. Number one…for clapping you need 2 hands, so she let go of Damian’s hand to clap. That, of course, left Damian not able to see what was going on. Number two…it brought Damian and Meagan to the attention of one, Mr. Fitzmauris, who turned to glare at the intruders. Meagan grabbed Damian’s hand again. “Uh Oh, I’m afraid we’re in for it now.” A very angry Mr. Fitzmauris strode down from the stage toward them. Fire seemed to come from his eyes. “Who are you? What are you doing here? No one is allowed in here during rehearsal!!!” He yelled at them. “I have an idea,” Damian whispered, “just follow my lead…I’ll explain later.” “You must be Mr. Fitzmauris, the famous dancemaster,” Damian said bowing low to the man. “We’ve come to audition for your big show,sir.” “Famous, ye say.” The man seemed to change before they’re very eyes. He smiled at them and seemed to stand straighter. “So…besides that silver tongue of yours, what can ye do? Are ye an actor?” “Well….I can sing a bit.” Damian told him. “Get on up on the stage laddie…and let me hear what you can do.” Mr. Fitzmauris told him. Damian and Meagan walked to the stage. Meagan had to stick by him and keep holding his hand. Damian stood center stage and started at the beginning of “Come by the Hills”. His voice was clear and strong. All the spirits stood around and watched. When the last note was sung, everyone clapped. Everyone except Mr. Fitzmauris. “Tis a fine song ye sang, Damian. And what about you lass?” Meagan looked at Damian. “Well sir, I can sing a wee bit too.” “Well then…you may start.” He said to her. “Oh dear,” Meagan thought to herself. She quickly tried to think of all the songs she knew . She finally decided on a song she had sung in chorus in the 9th grade. It was an old Irish folk song called “Black is the Colour”. She was nervous. She only hoped she remembered the words. Meagan turned toward Damian and squeezed his hand tight and looked into his eyes. She started to sing. But black is the colour of my true love’s hair His face is like some rosy fair. The prettiest face and the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands. I love my love and well he knows, I love the ground whereon he goes, If you no more on earth I see, I can’t serve you as you have me. The winter’s passed and the leaves are green The time is passed that we have seen. But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one. I go to the Clyde where I mourn and weep But satisfied I could never sleep. I’ll write to you a few short lines, I’ll suffer death ten thousand times. So fare you well, my own true love, The time has passed but I wish you well. But still I hope the time will come, When you and I will be as one. I love my love as well he knows, I love the ground whereon he goes The prettiest face, the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands. The last notes echoed through the theater. Meagan had a beautiful soprano voice. Damian smiled at her and whispered, “Lovely job,” and gave her hand a squeeze. “Now if ye both want to be in the show, you must be here every day for practice. We must find you something to wear…that is very strange garb ye be wearin. Sean! Maura! See what we have for them to wear.” Mr. Fitzmauris strode off the stage. “Exit…stage left.” Meagan thought. Sean and Maura walked up to them and smiled. They introduced themselves to Meagan and Damian and led them to a back room of the theater. Meagan looked around. There had obviously been a fire at one time backstage. The floor, walls and ceiling was blackened. The two ghosts disappeared through a door. Obviously Damian had to open the door to enter the room. Maura gestured to a large trunk in the corner. “There may be something in that trunk for you to wear. “ Meagan opened the trunk. It was filled with beautiful clothes of every color, probably from the 1700’s or 1800’s. One handed, she started to sift through the clothes. A beautiful deep purple one caught her eye. “Oh, Meagan, you would look lovely in that dress.” Maura told her. “I am curious…why to you hold Damian’s hand all the time? Do you love each other so much you do not want to be separated?” she asked Meagan. Meagan looked at the beautiful spirits. “Maura. Sean. Are you aware that you are no longer alive…that you are spirits haunting the theater?” Meagan asked gently. They both looked at each other sadly. “Yes…every day we rehearse and rehearse…the same song every day. Still there is no audience to sing for…so every day we practice. Our poor Fiona…she dances and dances… she has such a good heart. I’m afraid we’re stuck here forever.” Sean answered. “I am here to help you to cross over into the light.” Meagan explained. “It is the job I do. I have helped many people and I want to help you too. I have a special gift that lets me see and talk to you. Damian doesn’t have that gift but can use mine when I hold his hand.” “But we cannot leave until the show is done,” Maura said sadly. “I’m afraid we will be here forever.” “Then we will have to find a way to make the show happen” Suggested Damian. “Don’t worry, somehow we’ll figure it out.” Just then they heard Ryan yelling their names. “Uh oh!” Damian and Meagan looked at each other and ran out to the stage. Sure enough…there was Mr. Fitzmauris striding angrily toward an unsuspecting Ryan and Kristine. Bits of plaster started raining from the ceiling and the old chandelier hanging right over the pair started trembling. “Holy Crap!” Kristine hollered. “Mr. Fitzmauris!” Damian said loudly. “Sir! I am very sorry for my brother’s interruption!” The ceiling still rained, the chandelier still trembled. “Ryan! Could you sing for us! Danny Boy…Ryan…just sing Danny Boy!” Ryan holding Kristine trying to shield her from the plaster, started singing “Danny Boy”. Damian joined him in perfect harmony. Things started to quiet down. By the time the song was over, everything was quiet again. Mr. Fitzmauris looked at Ryan then at Damian. “Any more brothers lad?” “Yes sir. My sainted mother had 5 of us.” Damian replied. “Ha! Sainted mother indeed! So do all of ye sing?” he asked. “Yes sir. Like angels my ma used to say.” Damian again replied. “And Damian, will all these brothers be interrupting my rehearsals?” Mr. Fitzmauris looked at Damian. “Well sir, if you let them be in the show, you wouldn’t have to worry about that.” Damian suggested bravely to him. Everyone held their breath, well, except Ryan & Kristine, who didn’t have a clue what was going on but was smart enough to stay silent. Mr. Fitzmauris seemed to think it out. Finally he made a decision. “Bring them around boy, I’ll take a listen, now, all of you….out of my theater.” Damian & Meagan stepped off the stage and headed toward Ryan & Kristine. “Come on….let’s go!” Meagan said. They all walked out of the theater. “Whoa!” Ryan exclaimed. “What was that about?” “Let’s head to the pub and we’ll tell you all about it. We need to make plans.” Damian said.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 7, 2009 16:55:18 GMT -5
They found a pub right around the corner from the theater. They all sat at a booth in the corner. Damian and Ryan ordered a Guinness. Meagan and Kristine both ordered an Irish coffee. When the drinks came, Meagan told Ryan & Kristine what had happened with Damian adding bits and &pieces. “This all makes sense.” Kristine told them. “We found an article in a paper, dated March 15, 1916, reporting a fire at the theater on opening night of a show. Apparently it started backstage. In the panic most of the audience got out. But, because there were no backstage doors at the time, all the performers & some of the audience died, mostly from smoke inhalation.” “So they never had their opening night,” said Damian. “Yes,” Said Meagan. “I’m sure if they get their opening night, then they can move on. So…how do we give them an opening night?” “Well,” Ryan suggested, “Celtic Thunder can pack a house.” “Exactly what I was thinking,” said Damian. “We can sing in the show between ghost acts. Maybe pack the audience with friends & relatives. Of course, we’d have to let them in on what’s going on.” “Well it would be pretty weird for them. There would be long stretches of silence. After all they can’t “see” part of the show.” Meagan said. “How would they even know when to clap?” “Maybe we could get a few of our musicians in there. Neil, Brendan and maybe Ruth and Joyce with fiddles,” suggested Ryan. “That way, when the music is over, the audience could clap.” “It all depends on Mr. Fitzmauris. If we can talk him into it, we may be able to pull this off.” said Damian. “First thing we have to do is call George, Paul & Keith and see if we can get them here.” “Maybe if I talk to Mr. Fitzmauris, he’ll calm down and let us help them.” Said Meagan. “Yeah…or maybe he’ll bring the theater down around our ears. Believe me, it was not fun being under that falling ceiling,” warned Kristine. “I’d like to give it a try. I will go alone so no one can get hurt.” Meagan said “No Way!!! You are not going in there alone. I will not allow it.” Argued Damian. “You will not allow it? What’s that all about? Since when are you my father? I’ve been doing this for a long time and, believe it or not, managed to survive without you telling me what to do” Meagan told him. “I’m sorry. That did sound a little “dadish”. I just know, if anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” He pulled her into a huge hug. Bent his head and kissed her. “Well, when you put it that way.” She smiled at him. Just then a man somewhere in the pub started singing a lively song. Everyone started clapping and some even joined in singing. “What’s going on?” Kristine asked. Ryan smiled at her. “Sometimes people just break out in song in a pub. You want to sing?” “Not by myself, but if you sing a song, I’ll sing with you.” She smiled back. “Hey…did you know Meagan can sing? She did a great job at the theater.” Damian turned toward Meagan. “Are you going to sing us a song?” Meagan blushed. “Well…thousands of dollars in voice lessons says I can sing but my list of Irish songs is very short.” “It doesn’t matter. You can sing anything you want.” Suddenly Ryan stood up and pulled Kristine up with him. He started singing “Midnight Well” to her. Dancing her around and seducing her with those flashing eyes and sexy smile. Kristine seemed to be melting in a puddle right before everyone’s very eyes. Meagan watched with envy. Heck every one of the women in the pub looked on with envy. He ended the song with a nice long kiss. Everyone clapped loudly. Many hooted and cheered. Ryan and Kristine smiled into each other eyes then took a bow for all the pub patrons. Kristine’s face was about 500 shades of red, but she looked very happy. “Well….go up and sing a song! “ Damian pushed Meagan out of the booth. “Well…ok…but remember, you asked for it.” Meagan told him. She decided to sing a song from the musical “Wicked”. She had played Galinda in a high school production and the song “Popular” was fun. She sang and danced, flirted and tossed her hair. She rolled her eyes jumped on chairs and tried to make it fun for everyone. When she was finished everyone laughed and clapped. She was a little breathless when she made her bows and sat down with a smile on her face. Damian looked stunned. “I knew you were good, but I never realized how good.” He told her. Damian then stood up and started singing “Ireland”. Everyone stood up and started singing with him. When the song was finished everyone cheered loudly. There were even a few tears shed. The foursome headed out the door with several people slapping them on the back and shaking their hands. When they finally made it outside, everyone took a deep breath. “Well that was fun!” noted Kristine. They all started walking back to the bed and breakfast. Ryan and Kristine walked ahead of them, arms wrapped around each other. They seemed to be in a pretty deep discussion, so Meagan held back a little. Damian put his arm around her. “Ever thought about being on stage for a career?” Damian asked her. “Yes. Of course I have.” Meagan told him. “ When I was in high school, I wanted to go to New York and be a “star” on Broadway. But that seems like a long time ago and I was just a kid.” “You could be a star, you know. You’re good enough to be on Broadway.” He said. Meagan smiled at him. “Well thank you. Maybe I’ll look into it. What about you? Anything you want to do besides sing?” “Not really. I love singing. The only other thing I’d love to be is a football player.” He smiled down at her. “ I love playing and watching footy.” “Yeah.. and eating….let’s not forget about the eating.” Meagan teased. Damian laughed, “This is true. But I think I’m beginning to have a new love right now” “What’s that? Fried brains…to go with that nasty blood pudding?” “Ooooo…you’ve got a smart mouth on you. I may have to tickle you into submission.” Damian tried to grab her but Meagan started backing away. “Ha! You and what army? “ Meagan laughed and started running toward the bed and breakfast. Damian caught up with her and tackled her on the grass…making sure to land on the bottom so she wouldn’t get hurt. He mercilessly started to tickle her until she was laughing so hard tears came to her eyes. He suddenly stopped and looked into her eyes, bent and kissed her. “It’s you Meagan. You’re my new lo…” Meagan stopped him with a hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it Damian. Don’t say it unless you really mean it. I’ve loved you forever and I just can’t take a broken heart.” She got up and brushed off her clothes then ran into the bed and breakfast. Damian watched her go. “Oh, I mean it Meagan.” He said to himself, “You’ll see.” He got up and brushed himself off, then headed to his car.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 12, 2009 23:24:54 GMT -5
She had called her mom in the states when she got in to tell her what was going on at the theater. Her mom had some helpful suggestions on how to quiet the angry Mr. Fitzmauris. “Why don’t you get on the internet and do some research. See if he had a wife or children. Remind him of what’s on the other side waiting for him.” Her mother suggested. “Thanks, Mom. That’s a great idea. I’ll do that tomorrow.” Meagan told her. “Now are you going to tell me what else is going on? I sense you have other problems.” Her mom said, sounding worried. And that was the reason Meagan had hesitated calling her mom in the first place. Along with her abilities to see and talk to spirits, she could sense how a person was feeling. Both spirits and humans. That made it very hard to keep anything from her. “I’m alright Mom, just really tired.” She told her. “Boy problems.” Her mom said. “If you already knew, why did you even ask?” Meagan answered a little irritated. “I was just giving you the chance to tell me so I wouldn’t have to pry it out of you.” Her mom answered. “Please Mom, just stop. I don’t want to talk about Damian McGinty right now. I’m not ready, “ Meagan told her. “Honey. I love you. When you want to talk, you know you can always call me.” Her mom said. “Yes, I know and I love you too. Thank you for everything. I’ll talk to you soon. I promise.” They said their goodbyes and hung up. Meagan sat in the chair in the parlor of the bed and breakfast and stared out the window. She was tired but didn’t want to go to bed. She knew she wouldn’t sleep anyway. Her thoughts were filled with Damian. She knew she loved him, but could she really believe that Damian could love her back. She didn’t want a broken heart. But who was she kidding? It was already heartbreak city for her. Just then Meagan sensed a presence in the room. “Hello Sean O’Malley. “ she said. Sean appeared at her side. “Good evening Meagan, my girl. You seemed so deep in thought I didn’t want to bother you.” Sean looked at her sadly. “I want to thank you for what you did for me. My Meg knows I’m around now. She talks to me when she’s working. I love to sit and listen to her talk. Sometimes I even answer her but I know she can’t hear me.” “I’m glad I could help” Meagan said with a smile on her face. “What’s troubling you lass?” The spirit asked her. “I’m in love Sean. I’m scared.” Meagan whispered. “Lass, love’s a great gift. Look at me and my Meg. I left her and never got the chance to love her in the real world. But even though I’m a spirit, my love lives on. If you have a chance for love, grab it! Hold on to it and never let it go. “ “What if it doesn’t last? What if he breaks my heart?” She said. “Happiness, sadness….it’s all part of life. After all…what is one without the other? Life is not always perfect. There will always be some sadness in your life. Rejecting happiness for fear of sadness is allowing fear to rule. Take happiness when you can. “ The spirit reached out as to touch her face and then faded away. Meagan sighed and headed up to bed. Tomorrow is going to be another day. Perhaps everything would be clearer in the morning. Meagan woke up to a dark, rainy morning. Finally….this is the Ireland everyone told her about. Kristine was already up and gone. Presumably she went running with Ryan since her new rain slicker was gone. Meagan looked outside and shook her head. Thank God she wasn’t a runner. She would hate to be out in this weather. Meagan grabbed her laptop and headed down to breakfast. The breakfast room was empty. Mrs. McCardle bustled in with a welcoming smile, wiping her hands in a towel. She immediately pulled Meagan into a huge hug. “Thank you for telling me about my Sean. It’s so nice to know that he’s here with me and he’s ok. We were going to get married you know but decided to wait until he came back from the war. But he never came back and I thought my heart would shatter. But now I know he came back after all.” She wiped tears from her eyes. “Well now….what would you like for breakfast?” she asked. “Just coffee and a roll is all,” Meagan replied. “And what about Damian? Will he be joining you?” She looked around. “Yeah…what about Damian?” Meagan thought to herself. After last night he probably thought she was a crazy person and went running back to Derry. “I don’t think so. By the way…do you have internet here? I need to do some research.” “Of course! I have wireless connection.” She answered. After giving Meagan the password information she went into the kitchen for the coffee and roll. Meagan opened her laptop and started her research. Meagan was deep into her research on Mr. Fitzmauris when she felt a tickle on her cheek. Thinking it was her hair, she brushed it back. Once again she felt the tickle. She turned her head to see one red rose right next to her face. She looked up to see Damian smiling down at her. “It’s beautiful. For me?” Meagan smiled up looking hopeful. “A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl.” He said and handed her the rose. Blushing, Meagan took the rose. “Thank you. I want to apologize for last night. I guess maybe I overreacted….” “No need to apologize. Are we ok now?” He said Meagan smiled, “yep…we’re ok.” “So…what cha doin?” Damian asked. “I talked to my mom last night. She suggested I research Mr. Fitzmauris and see if he maybe had a family. We might use the info to calm him down and get him to cooperate with us.” “Sounds like a plan to me. Have you found anything about him?” Damian asked looking over her shoulder. “Well, yes. I found a marriage certificate to a Mariah Clancey. I also found a birth certificate. Apparently they had a baby girl. That’s about it.” There was a commotion at the front door. Ryan and Kristine swept in and brought the sweet smell of rain. They had taken off their rain slickers at the front door. “Oh man, am I hungry.” Ryan told them. Mrs. McCardle heard the commotion and brought out some warm brown bread. “Ah , Damian. I knew you’d be here for breakfast. Everyone sit down. I’ll bring you out some food. Oh Meagan! What a pretty rose. Let me get you something to put it in.” Mrs. McCardle bustled back out. “So…what’s going on?” Kristine asked, sitting down next to Ryan. She picked up the teapot that was sitting on the table and poured herself some tea. She glanced at Ryan, he nodded, so she poured a cup for him too. “Just researching Mr. Fitzmauris. You guys been running?” Damian asked. “We only ran about 5 miles today because of the rain. Hey…I called the lads and it seems they can come. Paul and Keith will be here by tonight and George said he could be here by tomorrow morning. Paul is calling Phil to see if we can get some musicians up here. I doubt if we can get Dave for the keyboards though.” Ryan told them. “I can play the piano.” Kristine said. “I’m actually a pretty good piano player.” “Oh yeah? One more reason to fall in love with you.” Ryan looked at her and kissed her. Kristine smiled happily. Mrs. McCardle arrived with the food. Damian jumped up and helped her carry everything. He then sat down and started filling his plate. “Mrs. McCardle, we have a few more people coming in. How many rooms do you have available?” Meagan asked her. “Well, I have 6 more right now. I’ll have to get them ready though. When will they be here?” she asked. “Tonight and tomorrow. Can we let them from you?” Meagan asked. “I’ll have them ready.” She said. “Looks like we have a rehearsal to go to. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that Mr. Fitzmauris goes along with our plan. ” Damian told them all. They all dressed for the weather and headed to the theater.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 12, 2009 23:26:05 GMT -5
When the foursome walked in, rehearsal was already underway. There were a pair of dancers on stage. Mr. Fitzmauris was sitting in the audience watching. Meagan and Damian walked down and sat next to him. He glanced at them then turned back toward the dancing pair on stage. When the song was over he looked at them. “Mr. Fitzmauris, may we talk to you?” Meagan asked. “What’s the matter, lass? Already quitting the show?” he answered. “Sir, I already have a job. One that can help you and all these people. I’m sorry but there is no way to gently say this. Sir, you have been rehearsing this show for almost 100 years. You and all these people died in a terrible accident on opening night in 1916. “ Meagan looked sadly at him. A look of confusion crossed his face. “What are ye sayin lass? That myself and all these people are dead? Sean, Maura…little Fiona…are all dead?” “I read about your life, sir. You had a full life. You had a wife and a baby girl. You were a noted dancemaster here in Ireland. There are many great things written about all your accomplishments.” Meagan told him. “Ah…my Mari and little Alana. How could I have forgotten about them.” He looked sad. “You said you could help us. How can you help us?” “I have a gift. I can see and hear spirits that haven’t found their way to heaven. I find the reason they are earthbound and together we fix it. Once the reason is gone…then they can go where their loved ones are. I would like to help you find your wife and baby girl again. Will you let me and my friends help you?” Meagan asked. “How are you going to do this, lass?” he asked. “What do we have to do?” “By putting on this last show. Having an opening night right here. With your performers and musicians and our performers and musicians, we’re going to put on the biggest, best show ever!” Damian told him. “You’ll get to be in charge still. You’ll just have some new talent to whip into shape. How about it Mr. Fitzmauris? Will you let us help you?” Meagan asked. Mr. Fitzmauris looked at the stage and seemed to think about it. “It seems like I’ve been doing this for 100 years. I miss my Mari and sweet baby girl. I wonder what happened to them after I died. Do you know?” Meagan shook her head no. “You’ll find out soon enough. Now let us tell you our plan and see if you agree. Damian and Meagan laid out the details of their plan for the big show to Mr. Fitzmauris. “Well that sounds like a great plan but what about us? We’re ghosts. Meagan, you can see us, but no one else will.” He commented. “I don’t know about that.” Damian said. “ I can see you when I hold Meagan’s hand. I believe there are quite a few people in this world that can see spirits than we know of. Anyway, you have your audience too.” He pointed to the 30 or so spirit people still sitting in their seats…waiting for the show to begin. “Ok…bring your people to me and let’s put on the ”Show of shows.” Mr. Fitzmauris smiled. It was the first time they had seen him smile. “By the way…if we’re going to work with me..you can call me Barry.” “Ok Barry…we’ll be back later tonight with some of the lads.” Damian smiled back. “This is really going to be some fantastic craic!” he commented and gave Meagan’s hand a squeeze. The door to the back of the theater opened up. Everyone turned to look who was walking in. No other than Keith Harkin walked in and looked around. Ryan and Kristine followed behind him.“ Hey…anyone home?” “There’s one of my mates now.” Damian told Barry. “ Hey Keith…you’re here early. I’d like you to meet Meagan. She’s going to help us with the show. “ “And with the ghosts from what I hear. Hey Meagan my girl….nice to meet you. So are you single?” He gave her one of his dead on brilliant smiles and kissed her cheek. “Yeah..Keith…hands off.” Damian told him. “Oh HO…so that’s the way of it huh?” Keith laughed. “Hey..who’s the cute little kid?” He nodded toward the stage. Everyone turned to look. There skipping toward them was little Fiona. “You can see her?” Meagan asked amazed. “Well sure! Why wouldn’t I?” Keith looked confused. “Because that’s Fiona and she’s a ghost.” Damian told him. “We can see her too.” Ryan told them. “She’s very faint but both Kristine and I can see her.” “Hello….who are you? Your very handsome…will you be my sweetheart like Damian is Meagan’s sweetheart?” Fiona innocently asked Keith. “Well now my lady…I would love to be your sweetheart. That’s the best offer I’ve had all day.” Smiling Keith looking down at Fiona. It was love at first sight for both of them. Meagan heard a clearing of the throat and turned toward Keith. “I’d like to introduce you to Barry Fitzmauris. He’s the producer of this show. Can you see him?” Meagan asked gesturing to Mr. Fitzmauris. “Uh no…but it’s very nice to meet you sir. I would love to be included in your show.” Keith said rather loudly. “He says he a ghost but he’s not deaf.” Damian told him. “He wants you to sing a song for him. How about “The Island”? Do you have your guitar?” “Never leave home without it.” Keith walked back to the back of the theater and picked up a guitar. He then headed for the stage, with Fiona following him like a little puppy. He sang clear and strong with Fiona sitting next to him ,looking at him like he’d hung the moon. “Barry says it was good, he wants to know if you know any songs that Fiona could dance to. Since everyone can see Fiona, he thinks it would be a hit to include Fiona in one of your songs.” Meagan told Keith. “That’s an awesome idea. What about it Fiona? Want to dance with me?” Keith asked Fiona. She just smiled at him and nodded. They decided to take a tour of the theater to see what needed to be done. Kristine pointed out that the piano that was there was rotted so a new piano would have to be brought in. She started playing on the old thing and it was so out of tune everyone just laughed. The curtains would have to be either replaced or cleaned…in fact the whole theater needed a bucket and soap. The backstage was in pretty good shape…well except the burned part…but definitely doable. They all went back to the room with the costumes. Well this was definitely going to work. There were dresses and outfits of all kinds..enough to clothe everyone and more in the show. Meagan pulled out her emerald green dress. All these clothes would have to be thoroughly cleaned she thought. She was so deep in thought she didn’t hear Damian come up behind her. “How’s my sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear and reached around with 2 red roses in his hand. “Just thinking there’s a lot of work to be done…I’m tired already. Where did you get these?” She took the roses and put them to her nose. “You don’t ask where a person gets presents…you just accept them with a smile…. and a kiss? He smiled. Of course she smiled back pulled him up close and gave him a long, soft kiss. They were still there when they heard a clearing throat behind them. “Go away…I’m kissing my favorite girl” Damian said. “Meagan…I’m sorry to interrupt, but we seem to have a communication problem. Can you come and help?” It was Maura. “Yes…I’ll be right there.” Still in kissing mode and not wanting to quit. She reluctantly pulled away. “Yeah…to be continued at a later date..big fella.” She whispered to Damian. Then smiled and followed Maura out. “I’m really sorry I interrupted you.” Maura said as they walked away. “You and Damian remind me so much of Sean and I. I remember when Sean asked me to marry him. We were both singing in a show in Dublin. We were the last song….a duet…before the finale. After the song was over, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, right in front of the audience. Everyone cheered and clapped. I was so embarrassed but happily said yes. He gave me this.” She showed Meagan a very old, very beautifully worked claddagh ring. The workmanship was stunning . Meagan gasped when she saw it. “This is so gorgeous! “ Meagan exclaimed. “Your very lucky to have Sean and little Fiona. She’s so adorable.” Meagan could hear Fiona chattering away to Keith over on the stage. Keith seemed to be writing a new song for his new sweetheart. She walked over to assist Mr. Fitmauris , who wanted her to give instructions to Ryan and Kristine whom were trying to set up the orchestra pit. It was going to be a long 2 weeks before the show opening. Meagan hoped everything could get done before then…there was so much to do. That evening Paul, Neil, Brenden and the girls arrived. The whole gang sat around in chairs discussing what needed to be done. They first had to figure out what songs could be sung without a lot of the band. “Everything will have to be acoustic.” Damian said. “There is electric wiring in there but it’s very old and I wouldn’t trust it not to blow if any big stuff is plugged in. Everyone put in their 2 cents on who should sing what. Ryan said he could sing Brother in Arms. Kristine voted Ryan should sing Midnight Well. Damian teased her about it being her favorite song and told everyone about the pub rendition. Kristine turned red buy Ryan just laughed and kissed her silly. “Well…my mom says “Mr. Swanky Pants” could sing the phone book and still be wonderful.” Meagan said. “What about it Paul…want to sing the phone book?” “What’s this? Your mom loves me? Where is this woman? She has such great taste in men and music.” Paul laughed.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 13, 2009 21:59:17 GMT -5
“She’s right here, Mr. Swanky Pants.” A voice from the doorway said. Everyone turned at once. There stood a tall beautiful blonde woman. “Mom!” Both Meagan and Kristine yelled and ran into open arms. “What are you doing here?” Meagan asked and hugged her. “I had a job in Italy. Some nasty business in an opera house there. I got done early so I decided to fly here and see if I could help. Besides, I missed you two so much!” She hugged them both harder. “Oh! I ran into someone at the airport, your Uncle George. We drove up here together.” George Donaldson walked up behind her mother. “Hello little girl.” “Uncle George!” Meagan flew into his arms for one of George’s big strong hugs. “We didn’t expect you until tomorrow morning!” “Well…aren’t you going to introduce me?” her mom asked. Meagan looked back at the room. Everyone’s jaws had dropped to the floor. “oh dear” Meagan thought to herself. Whether it was the fact that she already knew George or that her Mom was stunningly gorgeous or a combination of both, everyone seemed to be speechless. Meagan was used to men’s reactions to her mom. She’d seen it her whole life. She started around the room introducing everyone. Damian whispered in her ear. “Uncle George?” “I’ll explain later.” Meagan whispered back. Paul seemed to be speechless! He kissed her mom’s hand and stared into her eyes. Her mom actually blushed. Meagan thought that unusual since her mom was used to men gushing all over her.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 14, 2009 16:37:19 GMT -5
“Ah..if it isn’t the “Swanky Tenor” himself. Hi. I’m Peri. It’s very nice to finally meet you. I’m a fan or yours.” Meagan’s mom said smiling down into two lovely blue eyes. “It’s so very nice to meet such a beautiful, lovely lady and one with such good taste.” He said. “I’ve got a very nice surprise for you.” She told him. “A surprise!! What is it?” he asked her with a silly grin on his face. She laughed. “You’ll find out on show night and not a second sooner. Now I heard you talking about songs to sing. I was hoping Paul would sing “Because We Believe”. It’s my favorite song of his. Could you sing it for me?” She turned and looked at Paul with pleading hazel eyes and of course nodded. “Anything for you my angel.” He said. Meagan and Kristine looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “OH BROTHER!” Kristine mouthed the words to Meagan. Meagan just shrugged and made a “Gag me” gesture. “We’ve made a list of songs Mom. See what you and Uncle George think.” Meagan handed George the list. “Yeah….about this Uncle George thing? What’s up with that?” Keith asked. “Is it ok if I tell them the story? “ Meagan asked her mom and George. They looked at each other and then nodded the ok to Meagan. “Well…when my mom was around 25, she went to Scotland to do a job…ok…I’ll just say it…a “ghostbusting”…I really hate that word…job . It was in a pub in Glasgow and this ghost was being a real pest. George was singing in the pub at the time.” “Ye should a seen her lads. If ye think she’s a looker now, ye should a seen her then. Nearly fell outta me chair when she walked in that pub. And the wee one here followin behind her all big brown eyes and curly brown hair. “ George told them. “Speaking of hair…I remember someone else having hair at that time.” Meagan teased. “Not the hair thing again. Now ye’ll not be spillin my secrets gel.” He smiled at her and Meagan smiled back. “Anyway…this nasty spirit was always throwing things and knocking bottles off shelves, kicking chairs across the room…that sort of stuff. He was very angry. Anyway to make a long story short….George and Mom and ,I’d like to believe I helped a little too…sent Mr McBain on his merry way. They had a fun little 2 weeks holiday together and became friends. We all saw each other about once or twice a year, whenever Mom and I were on this side of the Atlantic. We even attended his wedding and send birthday gifts to little Sarah. How’s that sweetie doing by the way?” Meagan turned to George. “Little sweetie is growing up fast. Too fast actually. She’d be happy to see you if you want to stop by the house before you go home.” George said. “That sounds good. I think I’ll do that.” Meagan said. “So why aren’t you doing this job at the theater, Peri?” Asked Ryan. “George gave Sharon my name when the theater job came up. I already had the Italy job lined up so I told Sharon to contact Meagan on the Celtic Thunder web site.” She told Ryan. She looked at Ryan and Kristine, cuddled up in one chair. Kristine was sitting on Ryan’s lap and Ryan holding her hand. His other hand moving up and down her arm. “So Kristine? Looks like something is going on here maybe I need to know about? Are you and Ryan seeing each other?” Kristine smiled. Ryan jumped in to answer. “I am love with Kristine, Peri. I’m hoping Kristine will come down to The Moy and stay awhile after the show. Maybe forever. “ he smiled up into Kristine’s eyes. Kristine grinned back. “I think that deserves a toast!” George said. There was no champagne to be found so everyone settled for Irish whiskey. After a few toasts and then a few more the party began. Songs were sung and dancing began. Everyone was having a great time. Damian finally pulled Meagan out of the room and into the empty dining room. “Alone at last. I thought I would never get you away.” He pulled out 3 roses and handed them to her. Surprised, Meagan took them and put them to her nose. “Where are you getting these roses?” she asked. “Never mind where I’m getting them…I want my kiss.” He smiled and swooped in. Meagan’s mind turned to mush. The kiss along with the few toasts of whiskey left her all soft and happy. She didn’t remember ever feeling so happy. “Don’t let it ever end” she thought to herself. Of course the door opened and there stood George. “Sorry kids…your wanted in the parlor.” He said, giving Damian a stern look. Damian sighed and backed away. Quickly swooping in for another quick kiss before heading out of the dining room. George looked at Meagan. “Are you sure about this, Little Bit?” he asked Meagan. “Yes, Uncle George. I’m sure. I don’t know if Damian is, but I know I am.” She said. She walked over and was enfolded in George’s warm arms. “Do you want me to talk to him?” he asked her, kissing the top of her head. “No…I think we can muddle through this ourselves. But thank you anyway. I love you, you know.” She squeezed him extra hard. “And I love you too, Little Bit.” He squeezed back, hard enough to make her squeak. They re-entered the parlor to music and laughter. Keith, Neil and Ryan were singing some Irish ditty about drinkin and women. Damian was over talking to her mother. They looked pretty serious. “Uh oh…wonder what that is all about.” Meagan gestured over to the pair. “Just never you mind, gel. Your ma is just doin her job.” George replied. He then swung her around and started dancing with her. Finally everyone started getting tired and heading off to bed. It was going to be an early day at the theater tomorrow morning. Mrs. McCardle had put George in with Paul so Meagan’s mom could have a room of her own. Paul suggested she could sleep in his room instead of George, to which Meagan’s mom just smiled and told him he needed his sleep. Meagan stood at the front door to say goodbye to Damian. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She said looking up at him. “Well, I guess you will.” He bent down to kiss her goodnight. “Dream of me.” “Your always in my dreams.” She replied. She watched him walk away down the sidewalk and sighed. She was done in…in love…crazy in love…hopelessly crazy in love. She locked up the front door and headed up to her room. She had a lot to talk about with Kristine. She was so happy for her. Probably be an all night gab fest…lots of laughing, hugs and tears. Right at this moment, life could not be better.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 15, 2009 16:49:24 GMT -5
Upstairs in Paul and George’s room another conversation was going on. “So…did you have a little romance with her for those 2 weeks?” Paul asked George. “No comment.” Replied George. “Oh COME ON!!! You can tell me. She’s gorgeous! Surely some kissing? Some hugging??? “ asked Paul again. “No comment.” Replied George. “You and her had to have a little affair. Otherwise you’d say no. So tell me all about it?” Paul asked again. George looked at Paul like he was going to punch him. “I thought I was saying no. OK let’s just say this and then drop the subject. She had just lost her husband in an accident the year before she came to Scotland. Yes, we had an affair. Yes, I fell in love with her and begged her to marry me. She told me that she loved me but was not “in” love with me and she had lost her soulmate when she lost her husband. She also said she would never marry again. And although she has had a few boyfriends over the years, she never did marry. I on the other hand, met my Carrie, fell head over heels and thanked Peri many times for not marrying me. Peri and Carrie are the best of friends and both Peri and Meagan are a part of my family. So…I suggest you take care when messing with them. Understand now?” “OK then….she’s free to fall in love with me then right?” Paul asked. George groaned….”Let’s just go to bed huh? It’s going to be an early day tomorrow.” Meagan woke up to sunshine shining in her face. “Ugh! Just one more minute.” She pulled the blanket up over her head. She had stayed up late talking to Kristine and the couple of Irish whiskey’s she had was giving her a headache. Meagan’s mom knocked on the door. “Good morning baby girl. I have a flower delivery for you.” She opened the door. In her hand was a vase with 4 red roses in it. “Looks like their from Damian. Everyone is downstairs eating breakfast, sleepyhead. Time to get up and make a new day.” “Just 10 more minutes.” Meagan whined. “Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. It’s time to rise and shine. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning. I hope your feeling fine. The sun is up above the hill. The day is new for us to fill……” Meagan’s mom starting singing that annoying morning song that she used to sing to Meagan every morning that Meagan wouldn’t get up for school. “MOM STOP!!!! I’m getting up already.” “….with all the things we love to do. Oh can’t you hear it calling yyyooouuu” “MOM!!! OKAY JUST STOP!” Meagan pulled the covers off and got up before she started on the second verse. It was even worse than the first. She scowled at her mom until she saw the roses and a big mug of coffee in her hand. “Oh thank God!! Coffee! “ She grabbed the mug and took a couple of swallows, pushed her hair back with her and looked at her mom. “Pretty flowers. For me?” “From Damian.” She looked over at the vase of flowers Damian had already given Meagan. “Looks like he likes you, huh?” “Yeah..looks like. I really like him too. What do you think, Mom. Should I go for it?” Meagan looked at her. “Honey…I think you should go with your heart. Now get up and make yourself beautiful. It’s a full day today. Everyone except George, Paul and Damian went to find a piano. We’re headed to the theater so Paul and George can audition for Barry. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready. Do you want a roll or toast?” Meagan’s mom set the roses by the other roses and started tidying up the room. “Roll, I’ll see you downstairs in half hour? 45 minutes? Thanks Mom.” “Oh and here…” Her mom handed her 2 aspirin. “For that whiskey headache” She smiled and walked out the door. Meagan made it down in about a half hour. She grabbed a roll and everyone headed out the door. The sun was shining so they decided to walk the short distance to the theater. When they all entered Meagan looked for Barry. Ghosts were seemingly walking around. Some were dancing, some were singing. Little Fiona came skipping up. “Where’s my sweetheart today?” Fiona asked looking sad. “He’ll be here soon, Fiona. I would like you to meet Mr. Donaldson and Mr. Byrom. They are going to sing in the show too.” Meagan introduced the little girl. Of course both Paul and George could see just a little bit of her. “Pleased to meet you sirs.” She did a little curtsy. “When will Keith get here?” she turned to Meagan. “Soon honey…he’s getting a piano for our show.” Meagan introduced Fiona to her Mom.” Once again Fiona did a little curtsy and told her it was nice to meet her. A loud voice was heard from the stage. “Meagan! Who have you brought me? Such a vision of loveliness. Such beauty! “ Barry seemed to be floating toward them staring intently at of course….Meagan’s mom. Meagan introduced him. She had to grab Damian’s hand…she wanted him to see this too. She smiled. “Barry! This is my mother and these two gentlemen are George Donaldson and Paul Byrom, good friends of ours. They have come to sing for you.” Meagan said. “Singers…more singers. I am more interested in this vision. Your mother you say? How do you do my lovely. Have you come to sing or dance in my show?” He stroked his hand down Peri’s face. “I am terribly sorry Barry, but I can’t sing a note and I have two left feet. But I can see and talk to you and the other spirits here. So I volunteered to help.” Peri smiled at Barry. Mesmerized by the smile….Barry seemed speechless. “Then you shall be my special assistant.” Paul on the other hand, could not see or hear what was going on. He only saw chairs moving and banging noises. Getting a little nervous, he stepped closer to Peri and put an arm around her waist. He started to whisper something in her ear, when he went soaring into the air. Hanging as if by magic about 6 feet up. Barry Fitzmauris was looking at him, jealously. “Barry, please set him down. He’s a very good singer, trust me, you don’t want to hurt him.” Peri said. “For you my pet, anything. Come…let’s sit and listen to them sing. You must sit by me Peri.” Barry gestured toward a seat and then sat next to her. Meagan and Damian sat on the other side of Barry. George was the first to sing. Of course he sang an old Celtic ballad, just what he did best. Barry of course loved him. Next was Paul’s turn. He stood center stage. Looked at his audience, only 4 of which he could actually see, and started singing. Names and numbers came out of his mouth like an operatic aria. Damian, Meagan, George and Peri all started laughing hysterically. “Oh my God!” Meagan said laughing. He’s actually singing the phone book. Barry, however wasn’t getting the joke and didn’t find it the least bit funny. Peri had to ask him to sing something else. He stood in the middle of the stage and scratched his cheek. Obviously he was going through the catalog of songs in his head…trying to pick one that would sound the best. “Such a perfectionist” Meagan thought to herself. Finally he decided on one, looked to the back of the theater and started singing. It was a favorite of Meagan’s and her mom’s, “Bring Him Home” from the musical “Les Miserables”. It was so very good. It was spectacular. Meagan looked over at her mom. She looked to be breathless. “Wow,” whispered Damian to Meagan. “Paul at his best, he must be showing off for your mom.” “Yeah…well I think it’s working.” She whispered back. Damian looked over at her mom. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. “Yup…think your right. So…I was just wondering…do you have any plans for tonight? “ He whispered. “Not that I know of, why?” she whispered. “Just wondering if you want to go on a real date…you know…just me and you…no other people around…alone?” he replied. “Alone? Wow…I’ve forgotten what that is. Geez…it’s been so long. I used to do things alone…read a book…watch tv…play games on the computer…maybe I’ll do that tonight.” Meagan teased. “Alone with ME.” Damian smiled. “Well now…if your there…how can I be alone.” Meagan laughed. “What did I say??? Smart mouth….hhhmmm what can I do to that smart mouth.” He was looking at her mouth, bending down for the kiss…just then the song was finished and everyone was cheering and clapping. “Tonight…..you and me…together..no one else…is it a date?” He asked. She smiled back. “Sounds like a great plan to me.” “Yes…he’s a good singer. But I don’t care for him.” Barry said. “He is part of the group.” Peri told him. “You haven’t heard them sing all together yet. They sound wonderful. Please! Give him a chance.” “I don’t like how you look at him, my sweet.” Barry said. “I was just appreciating the song, Barry. It was beautifully sung, don’t you think?” Peri looked at him and smiled. “Yes, he is an excellent singer. Yes, ok…he can sing in the show. But he will behave himself!” Barry nodded. Just then a loud commotion came from the lobby of the theater. Everyone ran to see the rest of the group trying to bring in a beautiful old piano they’d found in an antique store. “It’s perfect for this theater! “ Kristine said. “It’s been very well kept just a little tuning it will be perfect.” “Yes…just perfect” Meagan said to herself as she saw the ghost following it into the theater. “Just another spirit to send on it’s way…just what I need.” She shook her head and helped get the piano into the theater. Now the real rehearsals could begin.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 17, 2009 16:31:21 GMT -5
The day turned very busy, very quickly. The lads sang each of the songs that were picked out the night before. Barry listened to each one and had Meagan’s mom listing each in the order they were going to be sung. When they weren’t singing, there was washing, sweeping and polishing to do. Everyone jumped in, well, almost everyone. Keith spent his extra time playing games with Fiona. Kristine was busy with the new piano. She had gotten a piano tuner in and was now busy learning the music. Ryan listened to her while he polished the old baby grand. Every once in awhile, Ryan would go over to rub her shoulder or whisper something in her ear. She would smile that secret smile and grab his hand or kiss him softly. Meagan was so happy for them. They looked so in love. When the list of songs were finally approved, Barry turned to her. “So lass, what are you singing for the show.” “Well, I just thought with the lads here, you wouldn’t want me to sing. They are so much better than I am.” Meagan told him. “Actually Barry, I was thinking Meagan and I could sing a duet.” Damian said. “I have a song in mind. Can I practice it with her tonight and let you hear it tomorrow?” “Yes. Fine. We’ll see you all in the morning then. So much rehearsing to do.” He turned to Peri. “Goodbye my sweet. It will seem like a lifetime until I see you again.” He raised his ghostly hands up and touched her cheek, then he just seemed to fade away. Paul just watched, rolling his eyes. As soon as they left the theater, he was back beside Peri, his arm around her shoulder. “So…about this surprise you have for me?” Peri just shook her head and smiled secretly. “Not until show night.” Everyone walked to the pub around the corner for something to eat. Meagan and Damian however, headed back to the bed and breakfast. Meagan had to get ready for her date. “So where we going?” she asked. “You’ll find out soon.” He answered. “So..how am I supposed to know what to wear…like…if we’re going to someplace fancy shmancy, I have to wear nice. If we’re going out for pizza…bluejeans and a sweater. Don’t you know anything about girls?” She asked him. “And don’t you know anything about guys? You could wear your pajamas and I wouldn’t care. HHmmmm pajamas..” He looked up in the air like he was thinking about it. Is finger tapping on his cheek. “Yes…I can see them now…little red frilly thing, cut down to…..” Meagan gave him a smack in the arm. “Okay..your embarrassing me…you can stop now. Actually, I sleep in flannel pajamas …pink ones, with little yellow duckys on them.” She laughed at the shocked face he made. “Alright…I’ll wear bluejeans.” “Better wear a sweater…it could get cold.” He suggested. They’d reached the bed and breakfast. Damian told Meagan he would be back in about an hour and a half and headed off in the direction of his car. Meagan ran upstairs to her room and jumped in the shower. She looked in her closet and chose the new sweater Damian had bought her earlier. She curled her hair and actually put on a little make-up. Staring at herself in the mirror she thought she looked a little like her mother. Her mom had blonde hair and hazel eyes. Meagan had masses of brown hair and dark brown eyes. Still she could see the resemblance. Same nose, same mouth, same high cheekbones, the same slightly catlike eyes. She made a silly face at herself in the mirror. All in all, not too bad. Lord, she was nervous. What the heck were they going to talk about? What if they found out that they really didn’t like each other after all. There was a knock on the door. Meagan spritzed a little perfume behind each ear, looked in the mirror again just to make sure everything was in place. Took a deep breath. “Well here we go.” She said to herself and opened the door.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 19, 2009 11:57:51 GMT -5
There stood Damian with a big grin on his face. In his hand were 5 red roses and a small box. Aw…more roses…this is so sweet! Thank you again.” Meagan took the roses and put them next to the other 10 roses on the table by her bed. Next he handed her the small box. “This is kind of a memento for our first date.” He told her. She opened the box. In it was a silver charm bracelet with one Celtic love knot charm on it. “This is so pretty. Thank you so much.” He helped her put it on her wrist. “Well let’s go eat…how do you like Chinese? There’s a place in Derry called “Lings” that’s pretty good.” He started walking her down the steps. “Chinese sounds great to me.” Meagan said Damian drove them to the restaurant. When they entered the staff seemed to know him. “I eat here a lot.” He whispered to Meagan. “Yeah I kind of guessed that.” They were led to a table in the corner. After ordering their food, Damian started telling Meagan stories of the road. The antics of the lads were priceless. Being the youngest, Damian seemed to be the brunt of the majority of the practical jokes, but he got a few of his own in. He got Meagan laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. Meagan told Damian about her childhood. They traveled the States mostly when she was younger but traveled the world the older she got. The crazy ghosts they ran into and all the people they had met over the years. The meal seemed to fly by. They paid the bill and headed out to the car. “So…what’s next?” asked Meagan. “Well…I thought we’d go rehearse our song for the show tomorrow.” Damian told her. “Oh.” Meagan tried not to sound a little disappointed. She had looked forward to a little regular time that had nothing to do with the show. “OK..where are we going to rehearse?” “It’s a great place. You’ll see.” They jumped into the car. Damian popped a CD in. A slow song came on Meagan had heard several times before, in fact, at least once per year. “This is the song we’re going to sing. Your mom suggested it. Apparently it has sentimental value to her. It was the song she and your dad fell in love to.” Damian explained. “Yes, I know the song. It’s called “Endless Love”. My mom listens to it every anniversary of my dad’s accident. She still misses him you know. On that day every year she just closes herself off into a room and listens to this song and looks at pictures. It’s very sad to watch. I’m not surprised she wants us to sing it.” Meagan told him. “Well…it’s alright with me. Are you ok with it? I printed out the music and lyrics off the internet, and burned a CD of the Karaoke version so we have some music to practice to. I’m sure Kristine can play it on the piano for the show.” He said. “Yes. I like the song so let’s do it. Where are we going to practice again?” Meagan asked. She looked around and they were out in the middle of nowhere. Damian stopped the car. “Well…I was thinking right here. He got out of the car and grabbed a cd player and a blanket. He handed them to Meagan. Next he went to the trunk and got a large basket and some wood. “Follow me…and be careful.” He headed down a path that led to a beach. On the beach there was a large piece of driftwood lying next to a fire pit. Apparently this place had been used many times. Damian laid the wood in the pit and started the fire. Meagan sat down by the driftwood…leaning up against it and watched. “Now…lets practice this song, then I’ll get dessert.” He sat down next to her and reached into his basket, pulled out some sheets of music and handed one to her. She really didn’t need the music, she’d heard the song so often, it was imprinted in her brain. He started the music on the player and started to sing. Meagan loved to listen to him sing. “My love. There’s only you in my life. The only thing that’s right.” He sang. When it was her turn she didn’t even look at the words, just sang them from her heart. “My first love. You’re every breath that I take. You’re every step I make.” When the song was finished, they smiled at each other. Damian bent down and kissed her. “Now that is a SONG! We sound pretty good together.” “Yes….it’s a pretty song.” Meagan agreed. “Let’s try it again.” They practiced it a few more times, until they were both satisfied that it sounded good. Damian then turned and pulled the blanket out, wrapped it around both of them and stirred the fire up a little. “Now for dessert.” He reached into his little basket again and pulled out a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries. He reached for one and fed it to Meagan. “Yummy…chocolate covered strawberries. You know, I’m very impressed with all this. Chocolate covered strawberries? Roses? jewelry ? A fire on the beach? Very romantic.” Meagan smiled. “Well, I did have a little help.” Damian told her. “My mother?” “No…the pub.” He managed to look a little embarrassed. “What? You went to the pub?” “No…the CT pub. I went in there and told everyone I wanted to take my best girl on a date and show her how I feel. I needed suggestions.” “Holy Cow! You went in the pub!!! Everyone must have went crazy!” “Actually…I went in there incognito. I use a different name when I don’t want anyone to know who I am. I’m actually DM007 when I don’t want anyone to know who I am and just want to talk. Anyway…everyone was very helpful.” “Oh my God! Your DM? I talk to you all the time!” OK..this could be embarrassing. Meagan furiously tried to remember everything she had ever said to him in the pub. “Don’t worry, You didn’t say anything I didn’t think was adorable. Now close your mouth and eat another strawberry.” He fed her another strawberry. “Yeah…so how can I eat another strawberry with my mouth closed.” She told him. “Again with the smart mouth! Well at least I can take care of that smart mouth without being interrupted this time. He proceeded to kiss all sense out of her. Later, Meagan woke up with a stiff neck. She had fallen asleep with her head on Damian’s shoulder. The fire had died down and it was getting pretty chilly. Damian had fallen asleep with his head laying back on the log. His mouth was wide open and there were some pretty loud snoring. Well…it must be love Meagan thought to herself, I even think he’s adorable when he sleeps. She laughed at herself and started kissing him awake. She started on his forehead , then each of his closed eyes, then his cheeks, then moved to his mouth. “Time to wake up sleephead, I think it’s getting late and everyone might be getting worried.” She whispered as she kissed his mouth. “Five more minutes…I’m having the most incredible dream right now. Meagan is kissing me and we’re on a beach…..and….” He put both his arms around her and pulled her closer and went in for the big kiss. The one that lasted forever. “I wish at this moment that time would stand still.” “Me too” Meagan said, “but time marches on and we better get back.” She reluctantly stood up and started packing things away. He got up and covered the fire, then both headed back to the car. When they arrived back at the bed and breakfast, he walked her up to the door. “It was an amazing evening Damian. Thank you…it couldn’t have been more perfect.” She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “And I’ll thank everyone in the pub the first chance I get.” “You’re not going to tell them my secret are you?” He said. “Your secret is safe with me. Goodnight, see you in the morning then.” She kissed him one last time. “Goodnight Meagan. I looo…” He stopped himself. “Well. Goodnight then.” He smiled at her and turned to walk away. He turned and started walking backwards. “Have sweet dreams about me.” As he walked backwards he tripped and fell…then jumped back up real fast…”No…No…I’m Ok…I’m Ok….geez…” He smiled and shook his head at himself. Meagan laughed as she watched him walk away. “I always do, Damian, I always do.” she said to herself. She turned and headed upstairs to her room.
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Post by meagab15 on Dec 21, 2009 22:30:15 GMT -5
The next 2 weeks went by in a happy blur for Meagan. She got up early every day and went to bed, exhausted, every night. Most of the cleaning was done but there were sets to be built, costumes to be cleaned and repaired, sound systems to be set up and lights to be set. Damian and Keith pitched in to work on the sound and lights. Between the 2 of them, they got a pretty decent sound system up and running. Someone had found an old spotlight on e-bay which was christened “Old Spotty” since it actually working when you wanted it to, was spotty at best. It was discussed whether to even use it. Barry was fascinated by the spotlight so it was decided they would work with it. That wasn’t the only nickname floating around though. Everyone took to calling Damian “Loverboy”, since every minute he could was spent kissing Meagan. It didn’t seem to bother him a bit though. He would just smile and wink at Meagan. He of course kept up with the roses too. Everyday Meagan received 1 more rose than the day before. Meagan had roses everywhere at the bed and breakfast. She and Kristine’s room, the dining room, the parlor, any available space was filled with a vase of roses. It looked like they were going to have a full house for the night. Everyone had called friends and relatives to invite them to the show. Even Sharon and Phil would be there. The excitement was building as everything fell into place. The day finally arrived. The day of the show! Meagan had a hard time sleeping that night. The day before was final rehearsal day. Damian and Meagan’s duet was the song before the finale. She thought they sounded great and her mother cried every time they sang it. She was nervous. Heck…she was scared out of her mind! Was she good enough to sing with Damian? Then her brain started going over and over lists. Had they forgotten something? Would everything go as planned? Would “Spotty” decide to work or leave everything in the dark? She finally gave up and dragged herself out of bed. She headed downstairs to the kitchen. Her mom and Mrs McCardle were already there making up some hot cocoa. “Couldn’t sleep either, sweetie?” her mom asked. “No….my brain is too busy. What are you doing up?” Meagan poured herself a cup of cocoa. “I’m going to pick up Paul’s surprise.” She said. “Yeah…so…what “is” his surprise?” Meagan asked, sitting down at the table. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” She smiled secretly. “You look worried.. don’t be..everything is going to work out great.” “From your mouth…to God’s ears.” Meagan hugged her. “I love you Mom. Thank you for all the help, especially with Barry. I’m not at all sure, I could have done it alone.” “It really was a pleasure. Besides, I got to spend some time with you and get to know all the lads. Speaking of lads, what are you going to do after the show is over?” “I don’t know. Kristine is going home with Ryan and I guess I’ll fly back to the states.” She said sadly. She wished Damian had asked her to stay awhile but he hadn’t said a thing about her extending her stay. “Well, I have a job in St. Petersburg in a month. We could take a holiday in Paris for a few weeks, then you could come help me.” Her mom said. “Thanks Mom…I’ll think about it and let you know.” Meagan promised. A few hours later she was showered, dressed and ready for action. Everyone was in the dining room eating breakfast. Damian was digging into a rather large plateful. Everyone greeted her as she walked in the room. Meagan could hear Keith in the parlor with his guitar. She grabbed a cup of coffee and headed in there. “What’s up Keith?” she asked. “Ah ..nothin.” he looked back down to his guitar. Fingers picking out a sad tune. “Nothin huh? Sounds like a sad nothing.” She smiled at him. “I guess I’m just thinkin I’m gonna miss the little imp.” He said as he played. “I’m sorry Keith. She’s going to be so much happier where she’s going.” Meagan laid a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah…I know.” He said. Damian walked in about then. “Ready to go?” He looked at Keith, then at Meagan, questions in his eyes. Meagan looked at him. “In a minute.” She bent down and kissed Keith on the cheek and hugged him. “It’s gonna be alright, Keith….I promise.” She whispered in his ear. “So what’s that all about?” Damian asked as they walked out. “Between Keith and me…sorry have to ask him.” She said. “So..should I be jealous?” He said. “No…are you?” she asked. “heck yes…I don’t care to see my girl kissing and hugging anyone else.” He said. “Well…come here so I can kiss and hug you.” She smiled. He walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “No Meagan…I didn’t like that feeling.” He hugged her harder to him. “I’m sorry. Note to self…no hugging or kissing cheeks of “friends”, even when they’re feeling sad and miserable.” She said. “Ok..now your starting to make me feel like an idiot. I’m sorry too.” He smiled. “so..are you ready for our big performance.” “Oh Lord Damian…I’m so scared. I couldn’t sleep last night.” “Your going to be fine. You’re a beautiful singer.” “Hey!!!! Where’s my roses today…what are you up to..like 150 roses now?” she laughed. “Actually…today would have been 120…but I’ve run everyone in the surrounding 5 counties out of roses.” He laughed. “Too bad…now I guess I’ll have to start flirting with another handsome Irish lad.” She said teasing him. “Alright…now you and that smart mouth are in for it.” He started running after her…and she ran screaming and laughing.
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