Her stare was intense. It lasted for at least 30 full seconds. I was in a full cold-sweat mode and didn’t know whether to move. I dared not to look away.
Prom was coming up very soon. I didn’t have a date yet, and was on the look out for any potential mate possibilities. Oh, that didn’t sound right, but you know what I mean.
During the semester, I’d seen Debbie. Her friends called her ‘Debs’. I liked both her name and her nick-name. Both fit how her faced looked, and how she moved throughout the day. ‘Debbie’ is a bit ‘old fashioned’ a name, but it was cute. At least in my mind.
One day, a switch turned on in my head.
“She’s so interesting,” I said to myself. “Should I jump the gun, and ask her for the prom?”
I looked around my surroundings in math class, as I had a habit of sometimes saying out loud what I was thinking.
This time, I didn’t blurt out anything. I took a sigh of relief. Then Ms. Hixson called me to do a math problem at the chalk board. I stood there just not knowing how to do the problem.
It was that day’s lunch time, I decided to approach Debs. She was sitting at one of the tables with her friends eating. I asked her if she had a moment alone to chat. She said yes.
“Hi Debbie. Name is Jake. This is out of the blue, but wanted to see if you’d like to go to the prom with me?”
She stared at me intensely. It lasted for at least 30 full seconds. I was in a full cold-sweat mode and didn’t know whether to move. I dared not to look away.
“Yes. I would love to.”
RHEMA’s ‘Staring Through the Rain’ is a collage in mind and heart. It brings forth the kind of new-wave sensibilities, perfect for triggering memories of kind and gentle acquiescent latitudes, we sometimes have during our lives. It plunges your thoughts into a deep trance, then you oddly nod up and down, in a celebratory dance of approval.
Twin Peaks style.
Worth a visit again, don’t you think?