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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Dec 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.22.15.02.14101]] |
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The most classic tales of love begin with a situation that must inevitably finish in one, or many, of several emotions. My story, neither begs to be daring and different, nor does it lack the necessary festive ending of any good and true romance. I plan to waste no time taking hammer to verse and carving a glorious scene of love. It is what it is; a modern yarn, woven with sarcasm, wit, and a Gold's Gym determination that lends a bronzed gleam to all our characters. We begin in the typical neo-urbane café du jour, toasting our laurels to brandy, when our heroine meets her fated amour. He is set between two hard-boiled Business Barbie's who sup on crunchy greens, while he slices through rare flesh drowned in juice. The image is as perversely contrasted as any useful comic could describe. Our George listens with earnest as they entice him with NASDAQ hopefuls and DOW regalia. They beguile him more with round figures on paper than what is hidden behind their puckered blouses and cleaving skirt hems. Leigh is joyous and gay as she reveals, with tactful candor, the method in which she convinced the "former Assistant to Mr. Steven Spielberg" to chuck conventionalism to the dogs and allow her a tête-à-tête with her idol. Her story is humorous and riveting as it passes in waves to the surrounding tables. Four round slabs of polyurethaned maple away, George is floated the tail end of Leigh's triumph. As he glances to see what being set this superb career-skyrocketing contraption, he is more shocked by her wild, auburn mane and her youthful appearance than the hilarity she ensues. A fleeting moment of attraction persists, then George is drawn back to his commercial mission. The evening gallops on at a steady pace, and soon, nearly all the cozy tables are barren. Finally, it feels right to end the corporate feast. Perfect timing has the twins aching to depart for their respective high-rise hotels. With his scratchy baritone, he politely excuses himself from the industry blondes and proceeds to wash up before the proper salutations are delivered. A stroll past the maître d' places our friend George in the direct pathway of three intoxicated film students en route from The Ladies Room. Leigh is wobbly and being propped up into a walking position by her comrades while George rounds the corner. George is checking his multi-functioning palm accessory for electronic messages when the two groups bump headlong into each other. Once again, the hair fills the frame while all four are dancing around apologies and embarrassment. Each party accepts the gracious bow of the other and returns to their task. No special inflection was given to this girl and no desperate cry for connection was received by this man. A simple bump in a hallway was left as just that. However, love has a very deliberate technique of making romance out of any casual imbroglio. These two will meet again. Our story cannot end here with all the build and momentum we have created. After all, this is a classic tale of love. As in any account of romance, the stage must first be set before the characters can perform. I leave you with the theatre perched for an exciting journey in to the lives of these two creatures. Hence, we are aptly titled The Introduction. |