Friday, April 1, 2016

Hopper Story

Night Hawks

As Dr. Aburrido finished writing the Differential Equations assignment on the board, Kayla zipped her backpack and pulled out her phone to take a picture. As soon as class ended, she hurried down the tiers of the lecture hall, waving goodbye to her friends. She hurried across the campus of MIT to her dorm room. Once there, she changed into something nicer than her sweats and long-sleeved t-shirt ensemble.

She was just grabbing her coat off of the bed when the taxi pulled up. Her phone told her that the cab was right on time. She said goodbye to Shawnee, her roommate; and Shawnee said goodbye while simultaneously admiring Kayla's red dress.

She hurried downstairs.
"Are you Ms. Kayla Summers?" the taxi-driver asked her while adjusting his green flat cap.
She certainly was, and got in the car.

Upon arrival at the Wilbur Theatre, she thanked him, gave him what she owed,and got out. He nodded his green flat cap to her, and drove away.

She got her ticket out and walked into the theatre. Because it was opening night, the theatre was already nearly full as she found her seat. As tradition dictated, she sat in the front row.

From his seat in the pit, Mike saw Kayla walk in. They waved to each other, and he saw her mouth, "Hello, brother."

After the cast took their bows, Kayla stayed in her seat. She waited until the orchestra was done playing the closing overture of The Sound of Music.

Eventually, they were done. Mike stowed his trumpet in its case and carried it out to meet Kayla. They walked together to the little cafe that stayed open late. This was the restaurant that they had been going to together since they had been freshmen, and Mike had barely made the pit-orchestra.

They were juniors now, and every opening night that Mike had, his supportive twin Kayla went and watched. Mike was a musician attending BU, while Kayla attended MIT.

"So what did you think?" he asked her while they walked.
"The hills were definitely alive. I'm no expert, but I thought you guys sounded great."

They talked, they laughed, they ordered breakfast for dinner. As they sipped their chocolate milk, they caught up on each other's lives.

When they were done, they called a cab and headed back to their respective dorm rooms.




1 comment:

  1. A sign of the times: a student snapping a photo of notes on the board. This is such a recent development I've noticed in my own classes.

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