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Dan Sings When He's Happy

Scene: Lunch time at Fun City
Characters: Beth, Wendy, Dan, Lynsey

Dan: So you girls aren't on campus much these days, huh?

Beth: Yeah....

[Wendy sings a "Beth hates her work" kind of song]

Dan: So you're kind of in a funk, hey?

Beth: Yeah, actually, I am. (surprised he noticed, since she hasn't seen him since Sunday)

Dan: Yeah, I can tell from your writing on your blog.

Beth: You can? (Slightly confused) But this has only been since Monday night, and I haven't posted since then.

Dan: Oh. Is it about a boy?

Beth: Uh...no.

[Lynsey is serving the last of the lemon cake to Dan & Wendy. Dan has jumped into the opportunity with enthusiasm.]

Dan: Oh, I guess people just assume that when you quote Wendy, it's really what you're thinking.

Beth: Wendy's quote? About sulking with the nachos?

Dan: Yeah.

Beth: But that's about wave pools! You know, when you're swimming, and a band-aid floats close to your face - maybe into your mouth...

Wendy: ...and you keep getting hit by waves (motions body like she is being hit by a wave) and you think you might drown...

Beth: ...and the lifeguards don't notice you, because they're sixteen and they're too busy checking each other out. But just when you think you'll die, the waves stop...

Wendy: ...and you stand up in eighteen inches of water, and you walk out of the pool...

Beth: ...and you find your youth leader (because you're clearly here with your youth group)...

Wendy: ...and you get a plate of nachos, and you sit, and you SULK.

Dan: Oh.

Wendy: Hey, are you gonna take the rent checks in?

Dan: Oh yeah, good idea!

[exit and song]

Comments

Alasdair said…
Where does Dan sing? Wendy sings, but I see no song of Dan...
Anonymous said…
That's a fun bit of writing, Beth. It made me smile. And made me forget about being curious about why you're in a funk, until I started to re-read the whole entry because I liked it so much.

I love reading your blog. Hope all is going well now!
Beth said…
alasdair - dan sings in the "exit and song" line.

anonymous - thanks!
Daniel Ray said…
This needs to be edited to conclude the whole rick rolled thing.
Daniel Ray said…
I just had a little sliver of cake :)
Beth said…
dan - yes, you only had a sliver...but a sliver more than i got :'(

also, i had to edit some aspects of the convo for clarity...so rickrolling got cut. as did your comment to wendy about not having boy troubles.
Lisa said…
Re: eels are apodal...

Strangely enough, today I learned that baby eels are called "elvers". I guess it's Eel Day!
Laura J said…
where exactly did you think an eel's feet were?!! tiny little appendages that were invisible to the naked eye?!!

I think I'll try to use that word in Scrabble some time soon.
Beth said…
lisa - elvers, indeed!

laura - i knew they didn't have feet. i just didn't know the word for that as apodal...
Laura J said…
okay...I was just teasing you anyway!

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