Brent had all the features women find attractive in an unattainable man. And armed with the arrogance he wore like an expensive cologne, this man had the ability to bulldoze past mere mortal men-folk and set up shop at woman-land.
However, to the dismay of many girls (and boys), he hung the ‘going-out-of-business’ sign the moment he laid eyes on Moira. She was going on 18. And while her face launched no ship or inspired no songwriter to start painting again, she was the puzzle Brent had searched for all his life to solve. What was it? If he knew, he wouldn’t have fallen for her.
Out from the auditorium he mouthed, “Thank you!” That could have been directed towards the Lord Almighty, or his music Professor, Marie Colson, who just that morning, concerned about his growth as a well-rounded person (she had the hots for him), handed him a flyer and…
Prof. C: If nothing else, stay on for this piece…and just write about that in your report. I know it gets in the way of your extra-curricular activities, but it could make your B, a B-plus.
Brent: “Meditation from Thais.” How long is it?
Prof. C: One page, double-spaced. Submit tomorrow at class.
It wasn’t as much as what Moira played on the piano but the way she sat at it that tugged at Brent’s man-heart. Now she may or may not have looked in his direction…
…but Brent could never be revived back to his former self.
