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Saturday, November 16, 2002
Caitie and I leave Klem, Alli, and Julia after some two hours of playing basketball, and decide to go work together on some piano pieces. We leave the locker room and head towards the erg room, and there's music emminating from down the hall...getting closer, we hear Maynard's voice loud and clear...someone is listening to Tool...someone is working out to Ænima...we turn the corner and a figure passes by behind the slightly open doors...with an eagerly anticipating glance at eachother, we push open the doors, step inside, and there, shirtless, standing there in the dark little room, hot and glistening with persperation, My View [as Caitie and I have named him] glances over his shoulder at us......and we turn and walk up the trophy room steps, not wanting to intrude or appear to be stalking him or anything...[*shifty eyes*]...and we sit down and practice piano....wishing we were planning on erging, so you know, we could gawk at him, or at least could have said something... like, "Nice choice in music..." *flirty smile* and then turn and walk up the stairs....but oh well, perhaps there'll be another chance...I mean, he has *noticed*me* before...playing Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness...and hummed along...*sigh*...my favorite View...working out...listening to one of my favorite songs....on my favorite CD...from my favorite band...mmmmm.....
posted by Shannon |
2:19 PM
