Second Chances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose
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Gym class went for another 10 more minutes after my score and collision
with Amber. It was mostly a blur. Classmates were coming up to me telling
me how great my run was. I thanked each person and smiled, but my head
was stuck thinking about Amber. Is Amber a vindictive person? Will she
take it out on me later? Will she take it out on Cindy?
When the class bell rang, everyone jogged back into the building. On my
way back to the building one of my female classmates, ran right up beside
me. "Christina, right?"
"Yeah," I said with a smile. Yup. That's my name. All week.
"I'm Julie," she said. "That was one hell of a sprint. I never saw you
run like that."
"I guess I just woke up a different person today." I forced a chuckle.
"That wasn't a fluke," she said. "I saw you yesterday too before you were
forced out."
"Yeah. I was annoyed at being picked last and not getting a chance to
play until right before the end of class."
"Don't I know it," she said. "Typical guys think girls can't play sports.
They want to dominate the entire game! Hey quick question. Have you ever
thought of joining any sports?"
"Well," I said. "I did the bowling team a few years ago. I was peer-
pressured into JV tennis last year. I sucked."
Those were things Tony did. I was a good bowler, but there were always 5
better bowlers and I was benched. Ron joined the Tennis team last year,
and convinced me to do the same. I was stuck on the bench because I
couldn't control the ball (or my anger) and it often went into another
court or over the fence. There was also Tae Kwon Do, but I joined that
because of the constant bullying in junior high.
"Have you ever considered track? Or softball?" Julie asked.
Yes. Absolutely. Especially in my late 20's when I realized I was
actually good at those. "I hadn't thought about it." I played coy. "Isn't
it too late in the year to try out?"
"For fall track yes," she said. But we do walk-on tryouts during the fall
for winter track. "I also have some friends on the softball team that
would love some of your aggressive play."
My ego enjoyed hearing that, however it was a slight let-down at the same
time. On one hand I loved hearing that people want me. On the other, I
was planning on spending my winter in 2018 far away from here.
"Come see us on the track after school. Bring running clothes," Julie
insisted. "I'll put a good word in with Coach Shannon."
She jogged faster and left me so I couldn't put in a last word. Thanks
Julie!" I yelled after her.
"That was too cool," I told myself.
I returned to my locker and put myself back together. I smoothed out my
skirt and top in front of the mirror and fixed my hair. I looked down at
my poor calf and saw the red streaks. That sucks. It was so smooth and
sexy this morning. Chicks dig scars right?
* * *
The school day flew by for the remainder of the day. Cindy had cheer
practice and wasn't expecting to ride home with me. I let Ron know that I
was trying out for track. He was shocked and didn't say much. He said
he'd spend extra time in the band room and will meet me at the car after
it was over.
We didn't have band practice on Wednesdays, so I made my way to cafeteria
where the student council met. The general council was made up of all of
the classes' officers. The Student Body President presided over the whole
group. The president was Mike. A very preppy senior. Not many guys wore
ties in high school. He did.
I sat in the back and took in everything they were talking about.
Fundraising, Class slogans, booor-ing.
Then they started talking about homecoming. That was slightly more
interesting. The theme was a Masquerade Ball. I remember this back in
Tony's day. Really all it entailed was masks. Simple.
The next item on their agenda was the Power Puff events during Homecoming
week. They were looking for someone to organize it.
If you don't know what Power Puff is, well it's when a number of female
athletes play football. Seniors vs. Juniors. And a number of male
athletes play cheerleader. It's kinda sexist by 2018 standards. But in
1997 we didn't have any female football players nor male cheerleaders, so
it was celebrated as a parody of sexist tropes.
I chuckled to myself. Tony actually volunteered to be a Power Puff
cheerleader. It was a crazy impulsive decision. Driven partially by my
desire to be noticed and partially because Cindy got so much attention
for being a cheerleader. Tony joined six other guys who were involved in
several boys sports. Me being only in Marching Band. Since I wasn't in a
fall sport, the other six dudes kinda kept me on the outs and made their
own plans including a pyramid, chest paint, and tear-off t-shirts. When
the time came, for the pep-rally they had provided us with borrowed
cheerleading uniform skirts. We rushed out onto the field, and the six
guys performed a pyramid in front of the crowd. Since I was on the outs
they told me to just run and cheer and do... something. I said "Fuck
this" to myself and dove into a straddle in front of their pyramid. The
pep-rally crowd cheered. My attention grabbing stunt certainly got me
noticed for a week. A photo of it made its way into our yearbook too.
Full page spread. Forever memorialized. Cindy thought it was awesome that
her brother did that. Now I'm not going to lie. It did hurt, mostly
because-
"Christina, would you like to organize this?" Valerie broke my
concentration and my trip down memory lane. Everyone was staring at me.
"Me?" I said. Why me? "Sure. Do we have the plans from last year?"
"Yeah," President Mike said. "We have the notes and contacts from last
year. We just need someone to take lead. Get recruits for the football
game and recruit guy cheerleaders."
Shit. How'd I go from being a powder puff cheerleader to organizing the
damn thing. Doesn't matter. I'll be gone. When's homecoming again?
"Good job everyone," Mike said adjourning the meeting. "Next week will be
the best homecoming week ever!"
Great. I need to add that to my list of things I have to do.
* * *
After going back to the locker room and putting gym clothes back on I
made my way to the track. I saw Julie waving at me, so I walked over to
her. "Christina, I'm so glad to see you." She had me stand off to the
side and encouraged me to stretch for a few minutes while she went to
find the coach.
I did some lunges and hamstring stretches noting how flexible I was. It's
so bizarre coming from a 37 year old body. I remember being flexible
because of Tae Kwon Do. I don't remember being this flexible though.
A few minutes later Julie came back with the coach in tow. The coach was
a woman in her early 30's. She's younger than Tony. This is too weird.
"Coach Shannon," Julie said. "This is Christina Demarco, the girl I was
telling you about."
I wonder if Shannon is her first name or last night.
"Have you ever did competitive running?" coach asked.
"Not outside of gym class," I said.
"Do you have a workout regime?" she inquired.
"No." I'm starting to get a feeling this was a mistake. I'm not prepared
for this at all.
"Well, let's get you on the track to see what you can do. We'll do a 100
meter to see what you've got," she said. She turned to 2 other girls who
were stretching nearby and called them by their last names. "Miller,
Pierce. I need to race against Miss Demarco here."
The three of us lined up.
She blew the whistle and we all starting running. Both of them instantly
jumped out to an easy lead. This wasn't softball, and I think my two
opponents have cleats on. I have sneakers on. How was this fair? I knew I
was better than this, so I pushed my legs to go faster and faster. Soon I
was in front of both of them. But I realized I was running out of steam.
The finish line was so close. Come on Christina! Push! Both of my
competitors ran past me and through the finish line.
I was gassed. Out of breath. The world was spinning as I was trying to
catch my breath.
Both Miller and Pierce came up to me and Good race. I slowly walked back
to the coach holding my gut.
"I saw some good things there, Demarco," Coach Shannon said. "Of course
we're full for the Fall. But if you work on your endurance, you just
might make the team in the winter."
"Thanks coach," I managed to say between breaths. Well that's a bummer.
Although not entirely surprising considering I was currently wheezing.
I'm trying to figure out when the last time Christina did anything
remotely athletic outside of gym class. It must've been Tennis in the
Spring, or whenever I stopped doing Tae Kwon Do. Maybe last year.
I walked back to the locker room slightly dejected. I mean, this wasn't
so bad. I still had a pretty good day. I also have a date I need to
prepare for. Time to put this track fantasy on hold. It was a nice
fantasy for a few hours.
* * *
I returned back into my cute school outfit for the third time today. It's
actually getting more normal to put these cloths on. I smelled my gym
cloths and decided I was just going to take these home today. I grabbed
my gym bag and backpack and I left the locker room. I had to pass the
track on the way to my car. I saw Julie running up to me.
"Christina!" she called. "You did a great job. Thanks for coming out!"
"Thanks, but, I guess I shouldn't have expected to make the team right
away."
"You should keep trying though," she said with a smile.
"Yeah I should." I smiled. I could keep trying, but it's not like I was
planning on sticking around for winter track.
"I mean it, Tony," she replied with a wink. Oh no. It's the guardian
angel again.
"It's you?" I inquired.
"Yes it's me," the angel replied.
"How long have you been in Julie?" I asked. Here I was thinking Julie was
really complimenting me.
"Just now. Julie came up and thanked you for trying. I told you to keep
trying." the guardian angel said. "Are you having fun yet?"
"I guess," I said. "I mean it's been a good day. A much better one than
yesterday."
"I saw. A makeover, a date, mentoring your peers, playing the heroine in
gym class, getting invited to try out for the track team and student
council. You've been busy. I'm impressed. I'm also glad that you took our
last conversation to heart."
"Some of that just fell into my lap, and some of that is the result of
things Tony put into motion before I arrived yesterday, so I don't know
how much of that I actually did or can take credit for," I responded
modestly.
"You did all of that," she said. "Each one of those events did not happen
originally."
"Great," I said. "So you can tell me if I've altered the future yet? I
have to believe that today's events set in motion future changes. You
know - the butterfly effect."
She looked me up and down and smiled. "Christina Demarco, you ARE a
butterfly."
Am I blushing?
"You just haven't flapped your wings yet." She moved closer to me. "Look
at that smile you're trying to hide. I see you enjoying this."
"Sure. I guess. As long as you don't go around telling my friends back
home." I chuckled. Changing the subject, I said, "So not closer to
figuring out this mission?"
"No. But you're at least moving in the right direction. Flap your wings
pretty butterfly."
The guardian angel certainly was in a good mood and smiling. It put me at
ease. I felt maybe I could actually do this mission of hers. Let me see
if I can get some answers about Amber.
"Hey I was wondering, this girl in my gym class, Amber," I started. "I
don't remember her at all from my first time in high school. I don't
recognizer her. I was wondering if she's real. If you made her. I mean. A
bully head cheerleader is a tired trope."
"Gee Christina, don't judge someone by two interactions on a softball
field. I wouldn't call her a bully. But, she's real. She's exists here
and she existed in Tony's life too."
"Well she wasn't friendly in the locker room either," I said. "How come I
don't remember her?"
"Tony and Amber just never crossed paths in any memorable way," she
responded. "She's in your class. How many other of your classmates did
you remember before you scanned your yearbook last night?"
"Fair enough," I said.
"Good luck on your date," she said winking. "I need to return Julie's
body to track practice." She ran off.
I let some of that sink in. If today's event's haven't changed the future
in any meaningful way, I wonder what it would take. I thought for sure
this Amber was a key here. I didn't want to believe she was just a bully
either. Maybe. Just maybe, she'll back off and show me a little more
respect.
* * *
On my drive home. I was plotting and planning my date night with Fay. We
could do the movies. We could do the Mall. Or maybe walk along the
boardwalk or beach.
I got home. I kicked off my flats and took out my contacts. Wow, my eyes
are tired from that. I took out my glasses and pulled open the newspaper
to check movie times.
Let's check the new releases, first. Gattaca. Good movie, Not much of a
date movie. The rest of the movies I either didn't recognize or I
recognized and didn't think they were any good. How about cheaper summer
blockbusters that were still in the theater? Men in Black and Air Force
One were still playing. I chuckled. Those could be fun, but I wonder if
Fay's already seen those. I know I have - many times. "Get off my
plane!"" i said to myself in my best Harrison Ford impersonation.
I'm not sold on the movies. Anyone can do that. What would Tony do in
2018 do that would be unique? Take her out dancing! So I learned how to
dance during my dating dry spell. I was hoping it would lead to more
dates. It didn't. Most people in my dance class were already coupled off.
But I retained all of those skills in order to woo my wife. I
choreographed our first dancing at our wedding reception...
I paused for a moment. That's a good memory. I smiled, but it instantly
turned back into a frown. That memory reminded me that I no longer have
her in my life. I'm divorced. My depression from a few nights ago was
still there. The wound was still raw. I pushed those feelings back and
focused on the present.
OK. I really wish I had the 2018 internet at my finger tips right now. I
guess I have to do this the old fashioned way. I pulled out a phone book,
found the phone number I was looking for and called the dance school.
Great. They have a walk-in event tonight. Swing night. Even better.
* * *
I heard a car door shut outside. A few seconds later Cindy came through
the door. "Hey sis," she said putting her bags down.
"How was cheer practice?" I asked. I need to make sure Amber didn't take
out any vengeance on Cindy.
"That was awful," she said. "Amber rode us so hard. Jill almost broke
down crying. What did you do? I take it your talk with Amber didn't go
well."
"I'm so sorry. It didn't go well," I said. "What did she say?"
"All she said was 'Your nerd sister better not touch me again or I will
destroy her,'" Cindy replied. "What happened?"
Destroy me? That was intense and unnecessary.
"I slid into her during softball," I said. "I scored. Completely knocked
her over. I have the wound to prove it." I liftted up my leg to show the
red skid marks.
"Ouch," Cindy replied. "I would have loved to have seen that. My sister,
sliding into Miss perfect."
I laughed too. "So you don't blame me for your hard practice?"
"Nah," she said. "Someone's got to bring her down a notch anyway."
I smiled.
"So tell me," she continued. "How was your day? Did you get many
compliments?"
"I did," I gushed. "I also have a date tonight."
"Oh really?" Cindy said with a huge grin. "Who's the lucky guy? Is it
Ron?"
I wasn't ready to talk about my sexuality with my sister so soon after
accidentally talking about it with Ron, so I figured I'd just gloss over
the details.
"No it's not Ron. Though I think you guys may have miss judged him. She
says he has a friend he wants to set me up with." I smiled.
"Oh," Cindy said. "A quote, friend." She made a quote gesture with her
hands. "So who is it?"
"I'm not really to tell yet."
"Ug," she whined. "That's so not fair."
"I'm keeping this one quiet for now."
"Well, at least can I help you pick out an outfit?" she asked excitedly.
"That would be awesome!" I said smiling. I'd love to have her help with
that.
* * *
Cindy and I went through my closet looking for something cute. I knew I
was going dancing. Swing dancing. As a guy, it was always cool to see the
skirts flair up during spins and twirls. I wondered how that would feel
being the girl.
"You're going swing dancing?" my sister said surprised when I told her.
"Like big band type stuff?"
"Yeah," i said. "I think a few swing songs have come in the radio," I
replied. I'm not entirely sure which songs and bands were popular at the
moment. But I do remember the swing revival starting this year and
lasting into my college years. "So I definitely want a skirt," I added.
"Look at you. Asking for a skirt." She laughed. "Who are you and what
have you done with my sister?"
A poodle skirt would be awesome and retro, but Christina didn't have that
in her closet. Neither did Cindy. So we settled on a conservative knee
length black skirt that most likely used for band concerts. We decided on
a light purple - or as Cindy called it - lilac - button down blouse over
a white tank top.
The phone rang and my mom called me into the kitchen. "Chris, It's for
you."
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi Christina." It was Fay.
"Hey," I replied. "What's up?"
"I was wondering what the plan was for tonight. What kind of activities
are we doing?" she asked.
"Have you ever been swing dancing?" I asked.
"Swing dancing?" she asked. "Like that movie last year, Swingers?"
"You know it?" I asked surprised. I myself didn't even see that movie
until I was in my mid-20's. For some reason it resonated with my group of
male friends.
"Yeah, I saw it with a group of friends. It was pretty cool."
"So yes - that's exactly what we're doing. I found a ballroom that does
open dances for all ages."
"That's so cool!" she said. "Are we getting food before hand?"
"Yeah," I said. Quick think of something easy. "I was thinking a sandwich
shop. Something light."
"Sounds great to me!" she replied.
"Awesome." I checked the clock It was 4 o'clock now. I've got two hours.
"I'm going to get ready. See you at 6?"
"See you at 6," she replied. "Bye."
"Bye" I hung up the phone. I'm feeling really good about this. I returned
to my bedroom to finish my outfit with Cindy.
"You should cover up your road rash." Cindy tossed a pair of rolled up
knee-night socks that she used for cheerleading.
"Thank you so much for your help," I said to her.
She gave me a hug. "Thank you for letting me help. This was really cool.
Good luck!"
I didn't realize that from Cindy's point of view, her older sister
treated her like an older brother would and kept her at a distance. I
guess that's a casualty of the way the guardian angel gender-swapped me.
Cindy never really had a sibling who acted like a sister. I have to admit
that I've enjoyed spending more time with Cindy. And yet it's already
different from Tony and Cindy's brother-sister relationship.
* * *
I showered, reapplied my make up, put my contacts back in, and dressed up
for dancing. I was nervous. It made putting on my makeup a little tricky
with my hand shaking.
I found a clutch in my closet and pilled in my licence and some cash into
it. I made sure I had enough to cover food and event tickets.
"I'm heading out," I said to my mom.
"Don't forget it's a school night," she said.
I got into my car. Let's find some mood music. I wasn't feeling any of my
five CDs so I just let the radio play. Hootie and Blowfish's "Time" was
playing. That works for now.
I pulled out of the driveway. It's show time.
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