Part 6: Hamlet, or so tis be
Daniel stood on the town’s community center stage, one bare light on, stage right. He faced the dark theater audience of seats. They were appreciative, he thought, as they sat in utter silence, waiting for his majestic thespian overtures.
He cleared his throat. The seats waited in folded up anticipation, wooden in their appearance, glad to be free of the burnishing of so many bottoms. Bottom. Why couldn’t he be in love with Bottom, they thought (if they had thought, Daniel thought).?
“Ahem…” he coughed ever so gently. Daniel took out the bra from his pocket. Under the guidance of the lone light, he noticed it WAS sheer-no fooling he under the moon’s light-and that the material was of a light bluish sheen. “Ahem!”, he thought.
Holding the bra bunched up in his upstage hand, his body cheating out to the un-milling non-thronged assemblage, Daniel began:
“Alas, poor Agent Provocateur! I knew her, Danielo: a woman
of infinite chest, of most excellent fancy: O, if she hath
borne me on her back a thousand times; and now, how
lurid in my imagination it is! my gorge-and other things- rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I wish I kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gaze now? your
dreamings? your sighs? your flashes of lady bits,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite crest-fallen?
Now get me to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let
her pant for me an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; just don’t make her laugh at that.”
Daniel feigned weeping and buried his face into Elora’s bra. His feigning got the better of him, and he soon was crying. Just a bit. A tad. A smidgen. Yet cry he did.
He had noticed Elora the other day at Trudy’s Market. He was getting something to drink; she was buying fresh fruit. She glanced around, saw him, looking, smiled, nodded a “hello”, and went off, leaving him standing there with a cold bottle of Sarsaparilla warming in his hand. If the bottle hadn’t had liquid that had been carbonated already, it would have from the electronic pinging going off all through Daniel.
Falling in infatuation, in lust, in intensely deep like…Daniel knew all of those things. This, though…this was something else. This was something new, and it was really, really, really, really good. Really. He felt he finally understood what “falling in LOVE at first sight” was all about.
Since then, he happened upon her in the expected places: the library, going to get some coffee at the luncheonette, sitting in her living room. Daniel wasn’t stalking her, he felt, just following what his heart bore him to. It was actually accidental that he came upon her lying in the laurel bed on his way home from auditions. This was a route no one ever seemed to take, the way he liked it.
Knowing it was wrong to watch and tom peep as he did (Daniel peeping?), she was just too beautiful for him to turn away. He had already learned her name, overhearing her tell the coffee seller (barrister was a lawyer, nimrods!) as she waited for her cup of choice.
“Elora, I just saw a girl..woman..named Elora..Eeeeeloorrraaa…..” he went on inside the mashed up overcrowded place called his head.
Sitting on the stage, legs hanging over the side, feet swinging and banging back and forth, back and forth, Daniel talked himself into getting his courage up, to stop being Captain Chickenshit, and…say “Hi. I’m Daniel,” and then wing it from there.
If the seats could have applauded, they would have. A performance like this did not happen every day.