Kaze (kraznyoktyabr) wrote, @ 2004-02-10 21:20:00

Short Story: Silence of the Stars
A new story, done for my org who wanted something creative that would link a dedication booth and a concert.

The leaves of the trees swayed with the winds as the cold air brushed through them. The empty space felt the presence of the winds, peacefully silent as the crickets hummed their songs of adoration to Luna above.
Too bad it was different where I stood in the back. Ticket in my hands, people all around, conversing in different tones. A tap on my shoulders broke the monotony of the surroundings.
“So, you’re taking her to this concert, Josh?” a voice said amidst the jumbled conversations. My friend Patrick caught up with me.
“Yeah, I think she’ll like it when Sponge Cola performs. You have an extra ticket, right?”
“Nope.”
The line moved. We paced forward.
“You can buy her a ticket at the front desk.”
The desk became nearer and nearer as more people went inside the Covered Courts. A call from the front desk said something, but all I heard was “Girls can go ahead.” I looked back at her. She was starting to walk towards me.
“I don’t have a ticket.” She looked worried.
“Here you go.” I handed her my ticket. “I’ll buy a ticket at front.”
“I’ll get us some seats,” she said with a smile, then walked to the desk.
“Are you going through with the dedication?” Patrick whispered as she walked away.
“I’d like to, but it’s too… I don’t know.” I scratched my head in search for answers.
“Come on, you’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks! She’ll love it!”
“I hope so. Ummm… Will the concert end at ten?”
“Don’t know… Confidence, Josh. All will go along fine.”
I just kept standing, walking forward when necessary. Patrick kept building up my confidence. It didn’t help me, though.
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The concert was still going on after midnight. At that point, her dad called her and asked her to go home. She haggled for some more time for the fireworks show. Her dad agreed.
As we went out, Patrick hurried to the dedication booth.
We went through the driveway, which was almost devoid of the structures that were present earlier. Patrick stood at the spot where the dedication booth was earlier.
As we passed by, I took my cellphone and made a text message. I think my plan just failed.
About ten seconds after that, a reply came in. Improvise. – Patrick
She kept on walking to the field. I followed her. The field was only illuminated by the light of the moon and stars.
“The fireworks show was cancelled, Josh.”
“Huh?” I looked at her.
“Nothing…” She looked up. “I just wanted to look at the stars.”
We went around the oval, and stopped at the lookout point in the field, the clearing that showed the lights of the city below. We paused there for a while and looked at the lights, sometimes looking up at the stars.
In the silence of the night, amidst all my nervous planning and the little misfortunes that reduced the plan to rubble, fate found a way to bridge two hearts together, beneath the stars and the brightly lit moon.

	distantvisions 2004-02-10 19:22 (link)
	Another great story. I love reading them. :) (Reply to this) (Thread)

	kraznyoktyabr 2004-02-11 05:51 (link)
	Thanks. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dead_poet 2004-02-16 06:50 (link)
	see... they like your works... it's only you... hehehe (",) keep it up! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	crimsonwaters 2004-02-22 02:13 (link)
	Oh wow. Great story! Really great... made me feel like I was there. Nice... I totally hope you keep on writing. I'll look forward to it. :) (Reply to this) (Thread)