10.31.03

as a little girl, i hoped and prayed about my future. one of the the greatest things i hoped and prayed for...the man that i would get to spend the rest of my life with.

i prayed. and prayed. 

[fast forward.]

it was halloween. i was a photographer for The Spectator [high school yearbook]. the annual SADD (students against destructive decisions) "dance" was to take place that friday night after the football game. i dreaded it. i begged to get out of going. after all, i knew there would be a minimal turn out and my friends weren't going. 

but, in the end, i went. as my friend and i walked up the stairs in the commons of lhs, we encountered my friend t who introduced us to a boy wearing a maroon jacket and a baseball capped tipped slightly to the side.

i continued in to the "dance" where, NOT to my surprise, there were maybe 12 people...including those who were required to be there. lame.

however, as i began to unpack my camera to capture the few shots i needed, i noticed the band. they were just beginning to set up, and i couldn't take my eyes off of that boy. the boy with the maroon jacket and baseball cap tipped slightly to the side. the boy tuning the bass. 

i stayed behind with my friend j and we watched. we watched them play their songs. i got my few photos. but, we i didn't want to leave. 

the band ended their performance and i packed up my photo gear. the night was ending. i never thought the few hours before that i would be sad to see it end. 

i saw the girls flock to the band to talk. j and i stayed behind, watching and chatting. i went to say good bye to t...hoping that i might get to talk to the boy again. the boy with the maroon jacket and baseball cap tipped slightly to the side. the boy packing up the bass.

j and i decided to head out, about the same time that the band was carrying out their gear. 

i walked to my car, loaded up my things and sat. i sat in the car listening to the music and thinking. wondering about what might have just happened. i wondered if i would ever see him again. the boy with the maroon jacket and baseball cap tipped slightly to the side. the boy playing the bass. 

as i drove out of the parking lot towards home, i passed him in the parking lot. i knew i had to see him again. 

to be continued...

-caitlin