the music man.

Back in the day, when I was elementary school chubby and dying to be ‘cool’, I was in a play.

I was in The Music Man to be exact.

I was a Shapoopie dancer with Chance. He blew me off one night, leaving me alone on the ‘dance floor’.

He said he felt ill.

Meaning was he was ‘shapooping’.

Anywho.

The main reason I was in the play, besides the cool factor, was the boy who played Harold Hill. His name was Cameron and he was the bees knees.

No joke. This boy was the most beautiful boy in the entire school, hands down.

I would always try to catch his hat that he would throw at the end of the show. My best friend Lindsey caught it closing night.

I envied her when she got to talk to him when she grudgingly gave it back.

Cameron was actually in my ward at the time. He once went out with my sister. Nicest guy ever.

Cameron grew up, so did I. He moved away during his senior year of high school.

I missed his beautiful face during Sunday school.

Alas, I’d predetermined that I’d never see him again.

Wrong.

He went on to serve a mission, and when he returned he moved in with one of my good friends named Adam.

Adam is getting married tomorrow, the reception was tonight.

Are you following along?

Cameron came to say hello, it’s been around seven years since I’ve seen this guy. Aka I was 12 the last time he saw me.

It’s Cameron I gushed in my mind.

Only it wasn’t in my mind.

It was out loud, in a creepy ‘I’ve loved you since the Shapoopie’ kind of way.

And I said it right as he was introducing his wife.

Awkward.