Monday, November 25, 2013
Chapter 9. Edie and Allen
They were both somewhat tall and lanky. Each seemed to be forever smiling. They were both in their late twenties.
He was the set designer for both the opera and ballet companies, which shared the same venue. She was second violin for both the opera and ballet orchestras.
Both were gay.
Even though they knew who the other was and orbited the same world they did not personally know each other. That changed after a late summer rehearsal. The season's first opera was a few short weeks away and Allen spent a Wednesday overseeing the erection of the sets while Edie and the orchestra rehearsed the score.
Late that afternoon Allen was painting over the scratches and nicks that inevitably occur when a set is first erected and moved, he though he was alone.
Suddenly an absolutely gorgeous violin air drew his complete attention. It was coming from the orchestra pit. He put his paintbrush down and walked over to it and lay on the floor with his head over the edge and listened.
Allen often picked someone or something to watch for a period of a few days. It was just a quirk but he had made some interesting discoveries doing that. He had done that all of his life.
Edie had been his subject for two weeks. He had yet to notice that was more than twice as long as he had spent on any of his other subjects. It was Edie playing the air.
When she was finished Allen asked what it was she was playing.
She thought she was alone too and was startled by his voice.
"You scared me half to death! Don't do that," she said.
"Sorry. I was doing some repairs up here and heard that beautiful piece and wondered what it was."
"Thank you but it's just a doodle, nothing special."
"It certainly was special, you better write it down before you forget or I will turn you in to the muse as a very selfish person."
"Come on, it was not that good."
"It was better than good, it was mesmerizing. It made me want to hug the air the notes were flying though."
Edie giggled and said, "That is the best piece of malarkey anyone has thrown at me. Thanks."
"You are welcome although it was not malarkey. You know, you are only the second person to say that word to me."
"Malarkey?"
"Yes, a rare word indeed. How did it end up in your vocabulary?
"My grandfather told me it was more ladylike than bullshit."
"Ah, a wise man indeed. My grandfather told my cousins to say malarkey too but one prefers cow hockey and two prefer bullshit.
He told me to go ahead and say bullshit so there would not be any misunderstanding. Listen, since I threw such a fine piece of non-malarkey to you could you reward me by playing the doodle again?"
"I'll try."
Edie began to play and though some passages were the same it was clearly not the same piece.
They both groaned and Allen said, "Oh no, you lost it. Aoede will be pissed."
" Who is Aoede?"
"The Muse of Song, one of my favorite goddesses."
"Maybe you can get her to help me a little. I am having problems with the score. Believe it or not I have never played it before. In fact I have never seen it"
"La Boheme?" Really?" Oh wait, that's right. You can't see a damn thing from down there. I have a DVD of it from the La Scala Company. I will bring it to you tomorrow."
"Thanks, that would be nice," Edie said as she packed up to leave. "I am going to be late for a date thanks to your very fine malarkey."
"Oboist?" Allen asked.
"How did you know that?"
"I have watched her hitting on you the last two weeks. Will there be a video?"
Edie laughed and gave him the finger.
Somewhere in the space between Edie and Allen the Goddess Klotho, the spinner of the thread of life, was exchanging high fives with her sister the Goddess Aoede.
Allen resumed his repairs of the set with a smile. That had been his most pleasant conversation with a woman in a long time.
A few minutes later he stopped and closed his eyes. In his head he heard Edie's entire doodle clearly. He rushed to the office and transcribed it.
He was missing a bridge.
Allen knew that it never helped for him to wrack his brain trying to remember anything. The memory would come when it was ready.
Edie went home and got ready for her date. She was distracted by her run-in with Allen. She of course knew all about him she thought. He was a fast rising artist that was reputed to be an expert in all facets of the arts. Some thought he was a genius.
She had heard that Allen was the first set designer in memory to be admired by his crew, or at least they were not actively plotting to murder him. He treated everyone the same friendly courtesy from the artistic director to the big donors to the carpenters and stagehands. He was reputed to be gay but Edie could not remember anything that would confirm that.
Edie thought he was very good looking, for a man.
Edie had been looking forward to her date that Wednesday night. She was puzzled that it had suddenly become an afterthought.
Allen went home and immediately searched for the La Boheme DVD, found it and placed it on the table by the door so he would not forget it.
He got ready for his own date, a date he no longer wanted.
For him the relationship he had carried with his counterpart at the Music Hall had died from lack of interest several weeks before. Allen was sure that he knew that too.
Allen called him and cancelled the date. By the time they finished their conversation they both understood there were not going to be any more dates. It occurred to Allen that the guy sounded as relieved as he was. They did thank each other, it had been nice while it lasted and that had been eight months, a record for Allen.
He was dressed and free for the night. He was not aware of where he was going until he was parking his car at the most popular lesbian nightspot in town.
He had many friends in there of course and because he was alone many asked about his relationship.
He replied that his relationship had been sent out to live on a farm.
As soon as he said that one of the guys grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.
There were gay men in the club each night and they tended to be the more effeminate types, including some very passable transvestites. At times there were some bisexual couples looking for an adventurous woman and/or transvestite to take home. There usually were some straight couples there, most accompanied by a gay friend. It was a fun place.
Allen was a perfectly straight looking and acting male with no outward signs of his sexual orientation unless he wanted to show it.
He had a very fine "queen" persona that he at times used for the amusement of others, and himself. He was a very handsome redhead who dressed well and pretty much got what or who he wanted. He was at ease in any setting, including a lesbian club.
Allen loved to dance and was good at it. He danced with perhaps eight women and two other guys even though he dismissed any chance of an adventure that night.
It was late in the evening when he again felt himself dragged to the dance floor.
It was Edie.
Edie somehow knew he would be there and had insisted on stopping by on the way to her date's house.
It was while Edie and her date were eating dinner that she mentally absorbed what Allen had said to her that afternoon.
He had watched the woman hit on her for two weeks.
Allen had watched her.
Before that thought got carried away she mentally added, or her date.
Dancing with him was fun, she noted. It did not feel like a mating dance. She smiled at her sudden insight.
Allen and Edie tried ridiculous dance moves on each other and laughed and clowned their way through a long number. When the music paused Edie's date took her hand and danced with her.
Allen waved at both girls and retreated to the bar. While he waited for the bartender it occurred to Allen that he was done for the night and simply left the club.
On the way home he stopped for a pastrami sandwich and a beer. He was home in bed before the clubs closed.
Before he fell asleep he denied to his brain that he had gone to the lesbian club in hopes of seeing Edie and that as soon as that was accomplished the rest of the evening did not matter.
Allen was and expert at lying to himself.
Edie was less successful at that. She knew she was done with her date before closing time and asked her date to take her home. She allowed kisses and some groping but as her date drove home that night she kept asking herself what she had done wrong.