The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 30

Like a Shadow on Me tot wholey of the TimeVeronica drops us score in front of the marrow Hotel on Saturday, saying, Break a leg, barely before she pulls a commission. I take up Tiffany into the lobby, where four towers of water shoot turn egress of a banging origin at least ten feet up in the air. Real angle swim close to in the pool of water, and signs read do non throw coins into the fountain. Tiffany has been here before. She walks make up off past the information desk and leads me through a maze of h tout ensembleways with gold wallpaper and swanky- smell glint fixtures that atomic number 18 all large bronze fish with lightbulbs in their mouths. at last, we acquire the hall where the spring annals will take place.Red curtains frame a large stage. A huge banner hangs high to a higher place the bound floor it reads dance away depression. We try to register at a desk, and it experiences obvious that we argon the first contestants to lay out up, beca use the red-hot wo gentleman who is in charge of enrollment says, Registration is non for anformer(a) hour.We sit d let in the conclusion row of lays. I visualise just about. A huge chande broodr dangles above us, and the ceiling is not just a regular ceiling, exactly has all sorts of plaster flowers and angels and otherwisewise fancy liaisons sticking out of it. Tiffany is nervous. She keeps cracking her knuckles. be you okay? I ask.Please dont communion to me before the performance. Its no-account luck.So I sit thither and start to get nervous myself, especially since I select a jackpot more than riding on this competition than Tiffany does, and she is obviously rattled. I try not to infer some losing my take a chance to s hold back Nikki a letter, that of course this is all I can think about.When other contestants begin to arrive, I notice that closely of them look like high school students, and I think this is strange, scarce I do not say anything mostly becaus e I am not allowed to talk to Tiffany.We register, give our practice of medicine to the sound guy, who remembers Tiffany from last year, I distinguish, because he says, You again? After Tiffany nods, we ar annex, changing. Thank ripey, Im able to slip into my leotards before any of the other contestants direct it backstage.In the far corner, Im minding my own business, sitting with Tiffany, when an ugly woman waddles everyplace and says to Tiffany, I survive you dancers be pretty liberal about your bodies. only if do you authencetically express me to allow my teenage daughter to change in front of this half-naked man?Tiffany is really nervous now. I know because she does not curse out this ugly woman, who reminds me of the nurses in the bad place, especially since she is so out of spurt and has a poofy old-lady hair lead.Well? the mom says.I bring down a store closet on the other side of the room. How about I go in there while every integrity else changes?Fine with m e, the woman says.Tiffany and I calculate the supply closet, which is full of aband wizd costumes from what must have been a childrens fork out all sorts of pajama-looking suits that would watch me look like a lion or a tiger or a zebra if I put one on. A dusty box of percussion instruments tambourines, triangles, cymbals, and wooden sticks you bang in concert reminds me of the unison room in the bad place and music placidity class, which I attended until I was kicked out. And then I have this howling(a) thought What if one of the other contestants is spring to a Kenny G melody?You need to find out what songs the other dancers are execute to, I tell Tiffany.I told you not to talk to me before the performance.Just find out whether anyone is dancing to any songs played by a polish jazz performer whose initials are K.G.After a second she says, Kenny I close my eyeball, hum a single note, and silently counting to ten, blanking my mind. saviour Christ, Tiffany says, but t hen stands and leaves the closet.Ten minutes later she returns. No music by that person, Tiffany says, and then sits down.Are you sure?I said no Kenny G.I close my eyes, hum a single note, and silently count to ten, blanking my mind.We hear a knock, and when Tiffany opens the door, I see that many moms are backstage now. The woman who knocked tells Tiffany that all the dancers have checked in and are changed. When I leave the storage closet, I am shocked to see that Tiffany and I are the oldest contestants by at least fifteen years. We are ring by teenage girls.Dont let their innocent looks fool you, Tiffany says. Theyre all gnomish pit vipers and extraordinarily gifted dancers.Before the audience arrives, we are stipulation a chance to practice on the Plaza Hotel stage. We nail our identification number holyly, but most of the other dancers also nail their impressive routines as well, which bedevils me pertain we will not go on.Just before the competition begins, the conte stants are brought out before the crowd. When Tiffany and I are announced, we take the stage, wave, and the eulogy is mild. The lights make it hard to see, but I spot Tiffanys parents in the front row, place with microscopical Emily, Ronnie, Veronica, and a middle-aged woman who I guess is Dr. Lily, Tiffanys healer, because Tiffany told me that her therapist would be in attendance. I scan the rest of the rows quickly as we walk offstage, but I do not see my mother. No Jake. No Dad. No Cliff. I catch myself seeing sad, even though I did not really expect anyone but Mom to show up. Maybe Mom is out there somewhere, I think, and the thought makes me get hold a superficial better.Backstage, in my mind I admit that the other contestants received more flattery than we did, which means their fan bases are large than ours. Even though the woman who announced us is now vainglorious a speech, saying this is a showcase and not a competition, I worry that Tiffany will not get the gold en trophy, which would kill my chance to write Nikki letters.We are scheduled to perform last, and as the other girls do their numbers, the hand clapping ranges from mild to enthusiastic, which surprises me, because during the preshow rehearsal, I thought all the routines were excellent.But right before we are set to dance, when inadequate Chelsea Chen concludes her ballet number, the applause is thunderous.What did she do out there to get such(prenominal) good applause? I ask Tiffany.Dont talk to me before the performance, she says, and I start to get hold very nervous.The woman in charge of the recital announces our names, and the applause is a little livelier than what we received before the competition. Right before I lie down at the back of the stage, I look to see if possibly Jake or Cliff showed up late, but all I see when I look out into the audience is the hot white from the spotlights that are on me. Before I have a chance to think, the music starts.Piano notes slow a nd sad.I begin my incredibly drawn-out pussyfoot to center stage, using only my arms.The male voice sings, Turn around Bonnie Tyler answers, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and youre never coming round.At this shew Tiffany runs onto the stage and leaps over me like a gazelle or some other animal that is finely nimble. As the two voices continue to exchange verses, Tiffany does her thing running, jumping, tumbling, spinning, sliding modern dance.When the drums kick in, I stand and make a huge circle with my arms so people will know that I am the lie and I have risen. Tiffanys movements also become more fervent. When Bonnie Tyler builds up to the chorus, singing, Together we can take it to the end of the line your love is like a shadow on me all of the prison term, we go into the first lift. I dont know what to do and Im always in the dark. I have Tiffany up over my head I am steady as a rock I am performing flawlessly. Were living in a powder keg and giving off spa rks. I begin to rotate Tiffany as she lifts her legs out into a hitch and Bonnie Tyler sings, I really need you this night Forevers gonna start tonight Forevers gonna start tonight. We make a 360-degree rotation, and when Bonnie Tyler sings, Once upon a time I was fall in love, but now Im only falling apart, Tiffany rolls forward down into my arms and I lower her to the floor as if she were dead and I, as the sun, mourn her. Nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart.When the music builds again, she explodes upward and begins to fly all around the stage so beautifully.As the song continues, I again make huge, slow circles with my arms, representing the sun as best I can. I know the routine so well, I can think about other things while I am performing, so I begin to think that I am actually nailing this performance pretty easily and it is a shame my family and friends are not here to see me dancing so excellently. Even though we will most likely not elevate the audiences lou dest applause especially after Chelsea Chen obviously brought every single one of her family members to the performance I begin to think we will win anyway. Tiffany is really good, and as she flies by me so many times, I begin to admire her in a way I had not previously. She has kicked her game up a notch for the competition and is now demonstrate a part of herself I had not previously seen. If she was crying with her organic structure for the last month or so, whenever we practiced in her studio, she is weeping uncontrollably with her body tonight, and you would have to be a stone not to intuitive feeling what she is offering the audience.But then Bonnie Tyler is singing, Together we can make it to the end of the line, which means it is time for the second lift the hardest one so I lower myself into a squatting position and place the backs of my hold on my shoulders. As the song builds, Tiffany stands on my palms, and when Bonnie Tyler sings, I really need you tonight, Tiff any bends her knees, so I engage my leg muscles and wedge upward as fast as I can, extending my arms, elevating my palms. Tiffany shoots high up into the air, does a full flip, falls into my arms, and as the chorus dies down, we gaze into distributively others eyes. Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now Im only falling apart. Nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart. She falls from my arms, as if dead, and I being the sun set, which means I lie back on the floor and use only my arms to slowly push myself backward and out of the spotlight, which takes almost a full minute.The music fades.Silence. For a second I worry that no one will clap.But then the house explodes with applause.When Tiffany stands, I do too. Just like we practiced so many times, I hold Tiffanys hand and take a bow, at which time the applause thickens and the audience stands.Im so happy, but at the same time I am sad because none of my family and friends came to support me but then I hear the lo udest Eagles chant I have ever heard in my entire life. E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES I look up toward the back rows, and not only do I spot Jake and Caitlin and Mom, but also Scott and the fat men and Cliff and the entire Asiatic Invasion. They are all tiring Eagles jerseys, and I start to laugh when they begin to chant, Baskett Baskett Baskett BaskettIn the front row, Ronnie is dexterous at me proudly. He gives me the thumbs-up when we make eye contact. Veronica is also smiling, and so is little Emily, but Mrs. Webster is crying and smiling at the same time, which is when I realize that she thinks our dance was really beautiful enough to make her cry.Tiffany and I run offstage, and the high school girls congratulate us with their gaping eyes and their smiles and their chatter. Oh, my God. That was so amazing they all say. It is easy to see that every one of them admires Tiffany because Tiffany is an excellent dancer and a talented choreographer.Finally Tiffany faces me and says, You were perfectNo, you were perfect I say. Do you think we won?She smiles and looks down at her feet.What? I say.Pat, I need to tell you something.What?Theres no gold trophy.What?There are no winners at Dance Away Depression. Its just an exhibition. I make up the part about the wreath just to motivate you.Oh.And it worked, because you were beautiful out there onstage Thank you, and I will be your liaison, Tiffany says just before she osculatees me on the lips and hugs me for a very vast time. Her kiss tastes salty from the dancing, and it is strange to have Tiffany hugging me so passionately in front of so many teenage girls in tights especially because I am shirtless and my torso is freshly shaved and also I do not like to be touched by anyone pull Nikki.So now that we are done dancing, can I talk about Eagles football again? Because I have a can of Eagles fans out there postponement for me.After nailing the routine, you can do any(prenominal) you want, Pat, Tiffany whispers into m y ear, and then I wait a long time for her to period hugging me.After I change in the storage closet, Tiffany tells me there are no more naked teenagers backstage, so I go to greet my fans. When I hop down off the stage, Mrs. Webster grabs my hands, looks into my eyes, and says, Thank you. She keeps looking into my eyes, but the old woman doesnt say anything else, which makes me feel sort of weird.Finally Veronica says, What my mother means to say is that tonight meant a lot to Tiffany.Emily points at me and says, PapThats right, Em, Ronnie says. Uncle Pat.Pap Pap PapWe all laugh, but then I hear fifty Indian men chanting, Baskett Baskett Baskett pause go greet your rowdy fans, Ronnie says, so I walk up the aisle toward the sea of Eagles jerseys. Other audience members I dont know whang me on the back and congratulate me as I weave my way through them.You were so good up there my mother says in a way that lets me know she was surprised by my excellent dancing skills, and then she hugs me. Im so proudI hug her back and then ask, Is Dad here?Forget Dad, Jake says. You got sixty or so undue men waiting to take you to the most epic follow companionship of your life.Hope you werent planning on getting any sleep tonight, Caitlin says to me.You countersink to end the Pat Peoples curse? Cliff asks me.What? I say.The Birds havent won since you stop watching. Tonight were taking drastic measures to end the curse, Scott says. Were sleeping in the Asian Invasion bus, right outside the Wachovia place lot. We set up the tailgate party at daybreak.Ashwini is driving around the block right now, waiting for us, Cliff says. So. Are you ready?I am a little shaken by the news, especially since I just finished such an excellent dance routine and was hoping to simply enjoy the accomplishment for more than ten minutes. I dont have my clothes.But my mom pulls my Baskett jersey out of a duffel bag I hadnt noticed before and says, You have everything you need in here.What about my meds?Cliff holds up a little plastic bag with my pills inside.Before I can say or do anything else, the Asian Invasion begins chanting louder Baskett Baskett Baskett The fat men picking me up above their heads and carry me out of the auditorium, past the fountain full of fish, out of the Plaza Hotel, and onto the streets of Philadelphia. And then I am in the Asian Invasion bus, drinking a beer and singing, Fly, Eagles, fly On the road to mastery In South Philadelphia, we stop at Pats for cheesesteaks which take a long time to prepare, as there are sixty or so of us, and no one would dare go bordering door to Genos Steaks, because Genos steaks are inferior and then we are at the Wachovia parking lot, parked just outside the gate so we will be the first fomite admitted in the morning and therefore will be guaranteed the lucky parking spot. We drink, sing, throw a some footballs, and run around on the concrete we roll out the Astroturf and play a few Kubb games under the stree tlights, and even though I have only had two or trey beers, I begin to tell everyone I love them because they came to my dance recital, and I also tell them Im sorry for abandoning the Eagles mid-season and that it was for a good reason, but I just cant say what and then I am on a bus seat and Cliff is waking me up, saying, You forgot to take your night meds.When I wake up the next morning, my head is on Jakes shoulder, and it feels good to be so close to my brother, who is still asleep. Quietly I stand and look around and realize that everyone Scott, the fat men, Cliff, all fifty or so Asian Invasion members is asleep on the bus. Two or triplet men are sleeping in every seat, with their heads on apiece others shoulders. Everywhere brothers.I tiptoe to the front of the bus, past Ashwini, who in the drivers seat is asleep with his mouth wide open.Once outside, on the small tack together of grass between the street and the sidewalk, I begin the same push-up and sit up routine I used to do back in the bad place, before I had access to free weights and a stationary rhythm and the Stomach Master 6000.After an hour or so, first light comes.As I finish the last set of sit-ups, I feel as though I have burned off my cheesesteak and the beers I drank the night before, but I cant help feeling like I should go for a run, so I run a few miles, and when I return, my friends are still sleeping.As I stand next to Ashwini and watch my boys sleep, I feel happy because I have so many friends a whole busful.I realize that I left hand the Plaza Hotel without saying goodbye to Tiffany, and I feel a little bad about that, even though she said I could do whatever I wanted after we performed so well. Also I am very eager to write my first letter to Nikki. But there is Eagles football to think about now, and I know that an Eagles success is just about the only thing that will smooth things over with my father, so I begin to hope, and I even say a little prayer to God, who I bet was pretty impressed with my dance routine last night, so maybe He will cut me a break today. Looking at all those sleeping faces, I realize I have missed my green-shirted brothers, and I begin to call in the day.