with your dad? Yesterday you didn’t say
anything about him coming with your mom and brother for the show.”
“Impressive attention to
detail,” she says, teasingly.
“I’m not pretending to
listen when you talk.”
She laughs lightly. “I
didn’t think you were. His career is very demanding and the show dates clash
with his commitments.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s a cardiac surgeon. He
also lectures at a university and participates in other seminars – it’s a
seminar that’s getting in the way of him coming. He’ll see Release when
we bring it to L.A. in September, anyway.”
“Okay. So what does your mom
do when your dad’s saving lives?”
“She saves peoples
wardrobes,” Brooklyn says and she starts to giggle. “That was a terrible joke.”
She’s still laughing and now I am, but my humor is for that fact that she’s
laughing at herself. She clears her throat. “By wardrobe I meant closet, by the
way. Mum owns a line of party dresses with her best friend. She’s fashion and
accessories mad, so it’s a perfect career for her. She used to make mine and
Leona’s costumes. That’s absolutely useless info for you, but I thought I’d put
it out there anyway.”
I don’t know why, but
Brooklyn Scott fascinates the shit out of me. I feel like I could spend all
damn day sitting here asking her questions about herself. I don’t even mind the
“useless info”.
“Why is the show called Release? ”
I ask. I kind of wish I’d paid more attention to the whole production now, but
Brooklyn’s performances were the only ones that got my full interest.
For a moment, she stares at
me like she knows I didn’t concentrate enough, but she can’t possibly be aware
of that. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“I think I know the answer,
but I wanted you to confirm it. Every dance seemed to relate to love in some
way. During your bedroom dance, I figured you and your partner were a couple
who were breaking up, but then you made up, so I guess it was just a fight. In
another you seemed to be falling for the guy, but I didn’t get the very first
performance by the redhead who danced alone. That’s why I’m not so sure.”
“She was in love with
someone she couldn’t have. The letter she ripped up at the end of the song was
to the man she wanted, and doing that was her way of releasing his hold over
her. The show does revolve around love; releasing yourself from a love that’s
bad for you, or releasing yourself to be free and welcome love into a heart
that’s resistant to it.
“The main story is based
around Liz, the redhead, who, after the first dance, starts a search for true
love. You may have noticed the influence of other nationalities in the
performances, they represented her searching the world, and those other dances
were little stories like falling for someone and letting it happen, or fighting
to save a relationship.
“I think it’s a
beautiful production with the perfect happily ever after. A real-life
fairytale.”
How fucking ironic?
The look in Brooklyn’s eyes right
now tells me she’s the total opposite of the man sitting across from her –
she’s all for the love thing. I’m all for two people who are in love being
together, and when necessary fighting to make it work, but it’s not for me .
Brooklyn and I are coming
from different places, we’re headed in different directions, and this right
here is the ideal time for me to make that clear.
As I already knew, and as
she told me, she’s not the type of woman who just fucks.
I’m not the type of man who
can offer a woman more than that.
What I know today, that I
didn’t yesterday, is that it’s pretty much a guarantee that if Brooklyn and I
continue with whatever this is she’ll wind up getting hurt by me.
I don’t want that.
Something about the way
she’s looking at me stops the words that were about to leave my lips; words
that’ll make things clear from my side. I don’t understand why, but I
anything about him coming with your mom and brother for the show.”
“Impressive attention to
detail,” she says, teasingly.
“I’m not pretending to
listen when you talk.”
She laughs lightly. “I
didn’t think you were. His career is very demanding and the show dates clash
with his commitments.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s a cardiac surgeon. He
also lectures at a university and participates in other seminars – it’s a
seminar that’s getting in the way of him coming. He’ll see Release when
we bring it to L.A. in September, anyway.”
“Okay. So what does your mom
do when your dad’s saving lives?”
“She saves peoples
wardrobes,” Brooklyn says and she starts to giggle. “That was a terrible joke.”
She’s still laughing and now I am, but my humor is for that fact that she’s
laughing at herself. She clears her throat. “By wardrobe I meant closet, by the
way. Mum owns a line of party dresses with her best friend. She’s fashion and
accessories mad, so it’s a perfect career for her. She used to make mine and
Leona’s costumes. That’s absolutely useless info for you, but I thought I’d put
it out there anyway.”
I don’t know why, but
Brooklyn Scott fascinates the shit out of me. I feel like I could spend all
damn day sitting here asking her questions about herself. I don’t even mind the
“useless info”.
“Why is the show called Release? ”
I ask. I kind of wish I’d paid more attention to the whole production now, but
Brooklyn’s performances were the only ones that got my full interest.
For a moment, she stares at
me like she knows I didn’t concentrate enough, but she can’t possibly be aware
of that. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“I think I know the answer,
but I wanted you to confirm it. Every dance seemed to relate to love in some
way. During your bedroom dance, I figured you and your partner were a couple
who were breaking up, but then you made up, so I guess it was just a fight. In
another you seemed to be falling for the guy, but I didn’t get the very first
performance by the redhead who danced alone. That’s why I’m not so sure.”
“She was in love with
someone she couldn’t have. The letter she ripped up at the end of the song was
to the man she wanted, and doing that was her way of releasing his hold over
her. The show does revolve around love; releasing yourself from a love that’s
bad for you, or releasing yourself to be free and welcome love into a heart
that’s resistant to it.
“The main story is based
around Liz, the redhead, who, after the first dance, starts a search for true
love. You may have noticed the influence of other nationalities in the
performances, they represented her searching the world, and those other dances
were little stories like falling for someone and letting it happen, or fighting
to save a relationship.
“I think it’s a
beautiful production with the perfect happily ever after. A real-life
fairytale.”
How fucking ironic?
The look in Brooklyn’s eyes right
now tells me she’s the total opposite of the man sitting across from her –
she’s all for the love thing. I’m all for two people who are in love being
together, and when necessary fighting to make it work, but it’s not for me .
Brooklyn and I are coming
from different places, we’re headed in different directions, and this right
here is the ideal time for me to make that clear.
As I already knew, and as
she told me, she’s not the type of woman who just fucks.
I’m not the type of man who
can offer a woman more than that.
What I know today, that I
didn’t yesterday, is that it’s pretty much a guarantee that if Brooklyn and I
continue with whatever this is she’ll wind up getting hurt by me.
I don’t want that.
Something about the way
she’s looking at me stops the words that were about to leave my lips; words
that’ll make things clear from my side. I don’t understand why, but I
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