Post by orinocoflow on Dec 16, 2010 23:46:33 GMT -5
suddenly came up with this for some reason--dont even know what it came from. hope you like ti!
Bowtie
Paul groaned as the bowtie tangled once more. Untying it, he started over, struggling with the smooth, slippery silk as it slid from between his fingers and refused to tighten. After several more tries, he heard someone come up behind him.
“Want me to help?” chuckled George, watching his friend struggle.
Paul nodded. “Please do; this thing is even worse than the one I had to figure out for graduation, and that one took forever!”
George laughed. “Good thing I bought one of those pre-tied ones.”
Paul turned red. “Well…mine had to be real…” he trailed off, his face reddening even more at the raised eyebrow George sent him.
“Oh? A date to the dance afterwards?” he asked innocently, smiling in understanding.
Paul nodded sheepishly, grinning as he thought back to that evening.
George cursed suddenly and then looked up at Paul’s astonished face.
The tenor raised an eyebrow. “ Wait, what happened to…?”
“Well, it looks like you’ll have to get a tie-on after all,” chuckled George, lifting up the bowtie…which was now in two pieces. Grinning lopsidedly, he pulled one from Damien’s stash and handed it over, glancing around to make sure that the teenager was not around to see his valued bowties being given away, even if only for a moment.
“Guess I’ll wear this after all and hope that it doesn’t fall off,” Paul agreed, slipping it on and tightening the strap.
The music to “Doo Wacka Doo” came on, and a few minutes later, there was laughter as a strip of white cloth untied itself and floated down to the floor of the stage just at the end of the song.
To make matters worse, a certain teenager was waiting backstage for the distraught tenor to return, wondering why he was missing a bowtie from his box.
Don’t you just love touring together?
THE END
Bowtie
Paul groaned as the bowtie tangled once more. Untying it, he started over, struggling with the smooth, slippery silk as it slid from between his fingers and refused to tighten. After several more tries, he heard someone come up behind him.
“Want me to help?” chuckled George, watching his friend struggle.
Paul nodded. “Please do; this thing is even worse than the one I had to figure out for graduation, and that one took forever!”
George laughed. “Good thing I bought one of those pre-tied ones.”
Paul turned red. “Well…mine had to be real…” he trailed off, his face reddening even more at the raised eyebrow George sent him.
“Oh? A date to the dance afterwards?” he asked innocently, smiling in understanding.
Paul nodded sheepishly, grinning as he thought back to that evening.
George cursed suddenly and then looked up at Paul’s astonished face.
The tenor raised an eyebrow. “ Wait, what happened to…?”
“Well, it looks like you’ll have to get a tie-on after all,” chuckled George, lifting up the bowtie…which was now in two pieces. Grinning lopsidedly, he pulled one from Damien’s stash and handed it over, glancing around to make sure that the teenager was not around to see his valued bowties being given away, even if only for a moment.
“Guess I’ll wear this after all and hope that it doesn’t fall off,” Paul agreed, slipping it on and tightening the strap.
The music to “Doo Wacka Doo” came on, and a few minutes later, there was laughter as a strip of white cloth untied itself and floated down to the floor of the stage just at the end of the song.
To make matters worse, a certain teenager was waiting backstage for the distraught tenor to return, wondering why he was missing a bowtie from his box.
Don’t you just love touring together?
THE END