Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to QZ Theatre. Please turn off all cell phones now.
Thank you. Also please dispose of any candy wrappers and sacrifice all crying babies to the pagan gods in the lobby.
Alright. Tonight, I present to you a scene in three perspectives with two possible answers, but only one definite outcome.
First, the girl will present her point of view.
It's your typical April Friday morning. The sun has barely started to rise and somewhere, a 17-year-old girl is worrying...
Perspective One: Her Perspective
He's alone as I walk in the school entrance, and my heart skips a beat. "He's alone? He's alone… Oh. My. Goodness. He's alone." He looks at me as I walked up to him. Let me elaborate- he looks at me with beautiful black eyes. They aren't cold; they're friendly. I couldn't call them warm- how can you ever call black eyes warm? But they're definitely friendly. In his eyes, I see… nothing. I can't pay attention to what's in his eyes. I feel too happy, too nervous to pay attention.
"Hey." Oh. It's a normal conversation. Meaning he has no intention of bringing up what I'm about to bring up. And I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to go through with what I had practiced for hours upon hours the night before.
"H-hi," I say back nervously. "Umm… so… I was wondering…" God please help me… Oh, lovely. I'm barely into my first sentence and I'm already calling in for reinforcements. Greeeaaaat. I have SO much confidence in myself.
"Yeah?" he asks. If only he knew just how much trouble he's causing me.
"Ummm… well… prom's next month… umm… annnd… a-are you going?" I ask very fearfully.
He looks at me suspiciously. He knows already! He knows I like him! "Maybe…" he says slowly. "Why?"
I take a deep breath. "Well, um, I was wondering if maybe, um, y-you'd go with me." I chance a look at him, although I feel as if that's risky. "A-as friends," I add quickly.
He looks at me. "Um…"