Shadows and Dancing
"Laura," said a young man talking on the pay phone. He seemed a little disheveled and not exactly happy about talking to the person on the other end of the line. "I know. I'll be home when I get there. The guys invited me out for some drinks, so I won't be home until late." He tried to get a word in, but the woman on the other end of the line wouldn't stop talking. "Like I said," he interjected. "I'll be home when I get there." He banged the receiver down without a goodbye.
She's driving me nuts, he thought to himself. Why won't she just leave me alone for two seconds?
Brandon held on to the receiver for a few minutes as he tried to push his anger and frustration out of his mind. He couldn't get his wife's face out of his head. Things had been rough lately and her shortness with him hadn't exactly made things any easier. He'd been forced to take a new job at work. The job required him to travel a lot more than in the past. When he got home after days of being on the road, all he wanted to do was rest and relax, but instead he always walked into an earful. The kids, the house, the bills, the chores she needed him to get done. Why was it that she could never just let him relax? It felt like 24/7. Every chance he got to get out with his buddies was a small chance at freedom. He hated feeling that way when he thought about her, but she had turned into a package deal. All the frustration and none of the happiness.
How did we get here? He stroked the back of the receiver. Life and a love aren't supposed to be like this, are they?
"Brandon!" Steve yelled from the lobby.
Brandon woke up from his daydreaming and walked over his group of buddies.
"Ready to go?" One of them asked.
"Sure," he said patting his chest. "Oh my gosh, I left my jacket at our table back in the restaurant. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up to you at the bar."
"You sure you don't want us to wait up?"
"Nah, I'll be there in two shakes." He watched his buddies leave through the lobby doors and then brushed his hand on his chest again.
Oh, my jacket. He turned on his heels and walked over to the concierge's station.
"Can I help you?" said the concierge looking up sweetly from the computer. One of her red curls hung down at her cheek.
"I forgot my jacket in the restaurant. We were there about an hour ago. Has anyone turned it in?"
"Why no sir? I haven't seen one." She said disappointingly. "The restaurant is closed, but you are more than welcomed to go in and have a look for yourself."
"Thanks." He made his way down the short hallway that lead to the restaurant. In front of the opening was a large easel chalkboard with a "CLOSED" sign hung over the specials for the day. He sidestepped the sign and walked into the dimly lit room. He made his way through the maze of chairs to get to his booth that was in a dark corner. With the help of the EXIT lights, he had just enough light to get in where he needed to be without tripping over chairs and tables. He reached into the booth and felt the neck of his jacket barely touching the seat. As he reached down to pick it up, a shadow was cast over him. He turned around slowly and noticed that the shadow continued to glide past him in slow graceful movements.
He was tempted to yell out to let someone know that he was there, but instead opted for quiet. The shadow was moving too softly to be menacing. He decided to investigate. He walked out of the dark corner and followed the shadow until he was close to the restaurant's dance floor. As the shadow moved across the floor, the moon coming through the picture window revealed the silhouette of a couple dancing in it's light.
Brandon, caught by surprise, started to step back so that he wouldn't disturb them, but then realized there was something missing from this scene. There was no music playing. The band had left a half hour before. He noticed that even without music, the same song seemed to be playing in both their heads. He moved back into the darkness and took a seat. He marvelled at how in brief moments their shadows appeared to be that of one person. In other moments, he couldn't tell where the woman's hand ended and where her partner's began. Their faces were barely distinguishable except for the twinkle the moonlight played off their eyes and their smiles.
Sitting there watching this couple, Brandon wondered what it was about them, about their lives that could make them so happy. So happy to be dancing together here in the silence. They looked like almost any other couple. In the dim light, he could tell she was blonde and slender and very graceful. The gentleman seemed muscular but not in a domineering way. He looked very protective of his prize and gentle all the same.
As they danced, the man took the woman's hand and lifted it above her head. With his other hand on her slim waist, he gave her a gentle push. As she slowly twirled around him, a sparkle could be seen as the dim light bounced off the new ring on her left hand. The twirling stopped and she landed safely once again in his arms. He hugged her from behind placing a soft peck on her cheek. He slowly spun her out again and then quickly pulled her toward him. He led her in his trademark quick spin and then dipped her with as much Fred Astaire grace as he could muster. As he readjusted his footing to pull her back up, the hem of her dress got caught under his shoe. They both fell to the floor, out of reach of the moonlight.
In the dark, they laughed out loud.
Brandon raised up a little in his chair trying to get a look at the couple.
"Angela, are you okay?" The man said trying to stop laughing as he got to his feet.
"I'm fine. I think the only thing hurting now is my pride." She said with a giggle.
He helped her to her feet and pulled her in close to him. He placed both his arms around her waist and she placed both her hands behind his neck. They started dancing once again to the silent orchestra playing "Moon River."
Somehow the invisible music filled the room and Brandon could feel it too. The song was no longer just apart of this couple but also apart of Brandon's own memories. He closed his eyes for a second and thought about the last time he and Laura had danced this way. How long had it been? Five, Six years ago? The anger that he felt earlier now seemed to disappear into the floor with every step this couple took.
They make love look so easy. He said to himself. Either this couple lives in a fairy tale or they really know how to make it look easy. He was tempted to interrupt them, to ask their secret, but as he started to stand up he heard her giggle once again. It looked as though the man was whispering something in her ear. When her giggle was over, she pulled back a little and stopped. Even in the dark, Brandon could feel the love beaming between them. The man turned his head and the silhouette of his broken nose became very apparent. "Angela" looked into the man's eyes and they both leaned into each other for a kiss.
Brandon turned his eyes and started to make his way back out of the restaurant. Watching them dance was one thing. Kissing was something else. As he left the restaurant and turned down the hall, he thought about the couple and wondered what it was about them that could possibly make them so happy.
"Did you find your jacket?" Brandon turned to see the concierge calling to him.
"Yes, ma'am. Thanks." He turned to leave and then thought twice. "Oh, by the way ma'am. I just thought you should know there is a couple back in the restaurant dancing.
"Oh, don't worry. That's Tony and Angela. They got married two days ago. They're here on their honeymoon and we just can't seem to get them to leave at closing time. They've done that two nights in a row."
It seemed so unbelievable that this couple who move so effortlessly together where only married just a few days before.
"Wow. They sure look good together." Brandon said with a quiver in his voice.
"Yes. Please don't tell anybody, but I found myself watching them last night, too. Did you know they were friends for seven years before they finally found the courage to tell each other how the felt?"
"How do you know that?"
"They told me when they checked in. They were so happy to finally be married that they were telling everyone their story."
"Sure sounds like they're happy."
"I wonder how they do it. I mean being newly weds could make anyone happy, but to still be happy after all these years they've spent together?"
"I asked them the same question myself. They told me it was all about the dancing."
Brandon smiled at the concierge and started to walk out the front door of the lobby. Before the doors closed behind him, he had turned back around and was walking back in.
"Did you forget something else?" The young woman asked.
"Yes, I forgot to make a phone call."
He walked over to the bank of telephones and placed a few coins in the slot. The phone rang twice and a woman answered.
"Laura," he said. "I just wanted to let you know that I changed my mind about going out with the guys. I'll be home in about twenty minutes."
"What's your hurry?" She stammered, still angry from their previous conversation.
"I just realized it's been a while since we danced."
"What?" She said in surprise.
"I love you, I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone once again without saying goodbye. This time, as he touched the back of the receiver, a smile came to his face and a few notes of music left his lips. ". . .Moon River and me."