Sorry again that I told you, but I just wanted you to know before this spreads around wicked fast, especially ’cuz West Side is opening tomorrow night, and after everything you’ve been through you deserve the best opening night ever!!
Pammy
Pammy,
Thank you so much for telling me. I appreciate it. And don’t knock your role on stage crew . . . you are the eyes and ears of the whole production.
Glad you don’t believe that pathetic rumor. Kathy Connery, huh? Never trust a woman (or women) scorned . . . but never mind about that.
By the way, I forgot to tell you that Stacey thinks you’re incredible. How brave you were to break up that fight.
Okay . . . um . . . yes. Your help. Let me think about that, okay?
Thanks for everything,
Matt
Bloom,
Stacey Simon said that? Oh my GOD!! She’s so pretty.
And seriously . . . let me know what I can do to help.
Pammy
Dear Pammy,
I took some time to think and you know what? I do actually need your help. Can you swing by my house after rehearsal? I know how to deal with this. I used to need my brother to help me with shitty people like this, but man, I really grew up this year! See you at my house, and bring your crew keys, okay?!
Thanks,
Bloom
Hey Tara,
So, are you sure you don’t want to tell me the truth?
Matt
Hey Matt,
I told ya what I told ya, Matt. Look, if you wanna talk about this further I can absolutely see if I can possibly carve out a potential window to meet up with you. It’s not lookin’ wicked likely (as my Month-At-A-Glance is chock-full . . . busy, busy, busy), but I will for sure do you the solid of checkin’. Just don’t get your hopes up, k? And if and until we meet up, just chill out, ya know? And hey, you, look at the bright side . . . it’s almost showtime!!!
Tara
P.S. How are you, by the way? I’m worried your trip-gash did somethin’ to your head ’cuz you’re seemin’ different, ya know? Do you know what I mean? DYKWIM?
P.P.S. Free tip from me to you: Never falsely confess to somethin’ in a folded note. There are reading giants at science desks ’round this neck-a-the-woods.
Tara,
Yeah, I think my “trip-gash” did do somethin’ to my head. But that’s a good thing. A very, veeery good thing. And no need to check your Month-At-A-Glance, k?
Matt Bloom
MATT!!!
What the HELL?! I slept at Christopher’s last night, and when we went out to our cars this morning there were, like, a thousand copies of the pictures of him and Kathy all over his driveway and your street. They were everywhere, Matt!!
You told me you destroyed those photos!!
Christopher freaked out, Matt!! We were collecting them as fast as we could, but Chris was just faster than me, and it was like a friggin’ popcorn trail that led right to your garbage cans. He freaked out!! And he was so confused and I was so confused and he was just like, “Where the hell did these come from?” He was getting so mad at me, Matt, and what was I supposed to do? We just got back together and everything has been goin’ so good, so . . . I just had to tell him . . . I had to tell him that you must’ve seen Kathy’s car there one night or somethin’ and you must’ve, like, taken pictures of them.
I didn’t know what else to say, Matt. This was all so unexpected! I thought you destroyed that envelope!!! Oh my god! Christopher is really pissed and I’m worried . . . what else could I have done in that moment?
Oh my god and it’s opening night! How did this happen?
Tara
Dear Clara, I mean Sara, Mara, Farrah, Dara, Yara, Lara . . . shit . . . what on planet earth is your name? Maybe it starts with a T. Yeah, that’s it. Is it Tina? Tanya? Tammy? Oh I just remembered . . . Tara.
What else could you have done in that moment? Oh, I don’t friggin’ know! Maybe tell the goddamned truth for once in your SENIOR life.
I can’t wait until you get out of South High and out of this town!! Maybe then I can finally experience high school without feeling nauseous all the time. Maybe with you nowhere near this Mass Pike exit I can finally have the peaceful life I’ve so desperately wanted. You are a life-destroyer, Sara. T . . . T . . . rhymes with Sara, but it’s . . . oh right . . . it’s Tara. (My goodness, you have a wicked complicated name now, dontcha?!!)
You told Chris I must have taken the photos of him and that animal Kathy Connery?? Who are you? What are you? Because you can’t be a human being. You just can’t be. Will you stop at nothing to save your own ass? I can answer that: YES. YOU WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO SAVE YOUR OWN ASS.
To rewind the VHS tape, TARA, here’s how shit went down. I heard that Kathy Connery started a rumor that you and I banged on my paisley tux jacket when we were outside the after-Prom party. So she must have been spying on us, right? She must have eavesdropped on me lovingly telling you to be careful and cautious with Chris this time around. She must have heard me say to you, “Tara . . . I know you want to accept his apology, but he still hasn’t admitted that
