Reve... that's what everyone called him, though hardly anyone knew what he looked liked. He only came to those who he deemed worthy of his help. Why he chose me, I still don't know.
I met Reve in my second semester of college. It was a stressful time when all the teachers decided to cram in last minute assignments to "help" our grades. In truth, I believe teachers do that because they don't want to teach anymore. One teacher, my intro. to theater teacher Steve, thought it was a great idea to put us in groups and have us write a full length musical... in four days. My friends Kayla, Vctoria, and Lynsey-who just use me because I am willing to do all the work just because I want to get an A-quickly grab me and form a group. We needed five people, but everyone else had formed their little clicks, so we just sucked it up-more work for me, right? It wasn't like I wasn't stressed out enough.
The group was worthless to work with. I ended up having to go to the library-for the quietness-and come up with practically everything on my own. I had no idea where to begin.
I took out my notebook and began to make notes on ideas for a good musical. It had to be dark 'cause our teacher had a strange fasination with death. It had to have catchy lyrics with pretty costumes and scenes. It had to be good. My god it had to be good, but how? HOW?
I stared at those three letters pondering on the question. "Everyone loves a freak," a deep voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a college boy/man-can never tell how old an undergrad is in college... they all look the same to me-staring at my notebook. He was muscular, but he tried to hide it under a white pollo with thin horizontal marroon stripes. When he noticed he had my attention, he turned his sky-blue eyes on me and gave me a sly smile. "For a musical, I mean. Everyone would love to see see a singing two headed freak or strongman." He laughed. He had a nice laugh.
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" I asked, a bit annoyed that someone was looking at my work.
"Reve... Reve Weevar." He held out his hand as if expected me to shake it. I just stared dumbly at it, not trusting him completely yet.
I met Reve in my second semester of college. It was a stressful time when all the teachers decided to cram in last minute assignments to "help" our grades. In truth, I believe teachers do that because they don't want to teach anymore. One teacher, my intro. to theater teacher Steve, thought it was a great idea to put us in groups and have us write a full length musical... in four days. My friends Kayla, Vctoria, and Lynsey-who just use me because I am willing to do all the work just because I want to get an A-quickly grab me and form a group. We needed five people, but everyone else had formed their little clicks, so we just sucked it up-more work for me, right? It wasn't like I wasn't stressed out enough.
The group was worthless to work with. I ended up having to go to the library-for the quietness-and come up with practically everything on my own. I had no idea where to begin.
I took out my notebook and began to make notes on ideas for a good musical. It had to be dark 'cause our teacher had a strange fasination with death. It had to have catchy lyrics with pretty costumes and scenes. It had to be good. My god it had to be good, but how? HOW?
I stared at those three letters pondering on the question. "Everyone loves a freak," a deep voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a college boy/man-can never tell how old an undergrad is in college... they all look the same to me-staring at my notebook. He was muscular, but he tried to hide it under a white pollo with thin horizontal marroon stripes. When he noticed he had my attention, he turned his sky-blue eyes on me and gave me a sly smile. "For a musical, I mean. Everyone would love to see see a singing two headed freak or strongman." He laughed. He had a nice laugh.
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" I asked, a bit annoyed that someone was looking at my work.
"Reve... Reve Weevar." He held out his hand as if expected me to shake it. I just stared dumbly at it, not trusting him completely yet.
