I rolled over and slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight was peeking through my blinds and it looked like it was going to be a hot day. I realized that 6 in the morning is one of my favorite times of the day if I can manage to get my ass out of bed. I'm usually only up at that time if I have a call time for an acting job, otherwise I can't be bothered. Magical things seem to happen though when I start my day at the break of dawn and I think it may be God's way of saying "get with the program girl." The morning light is very flattering, rich with a sepia tone and there are almost sparkles floating in the air. The vibe is fresh with beginnings and I, for sure, am definitely moving in slow motion. I usually can't articulate a sentence before 11am, so I just go through the motions, nodding and grunting if I have to.
This morning I had to be at the Art Center of Pasadena, it rests on top of a hill and the views are breathtaking. I found a quick route, it took me 30 minutes and my Pink CD and coffee were my carpool buddies, they made the journey better. I threw on a dress, didn't brush my hair and had not a stitch of makeup on. I pulled into the parking lot 10 minutes early, the students were buzzing about and I was still amazed that anyone could have that energy before 8am. I parked, grabbed my purse, checked into the model office and found the classroom I had to be in. Today is a figure drawing class and I am draped in a white sheet. The teacher was late so I found the cafeteria, still stumbling like a zombie, I ordered eggs and sausage, it cost 2 bucks, ahh student life. I felt normal as I sat down and ate a decent breakfast, I asked a girl with blue hair for the wireless password and I was in business. When I got back to the classroom the teacher still wasn't there which meant I didn't have to hit my mark yet. The students were gathered around with their easels, waiting eagerly and I felt guilty, I should probably do the right thing and start without the teacher. I hadn't really noticed my surroundings yet and was just getting from point A to point B. I messed around with the props and stands on the miniature stage and I set everything where I wanted it. My back was to the students and I turned around to ask them how they started class?, how many poses?, the length of them? blah, blah, blah. When I looked up I was snapped into the reality of my situation, there was the most beautiful young man sitting smack dab in front of me. He was about 23 years old, long hair, scruffy, puffy morning eyes, brown, I have always loved brown eyes and looked like he just walked out of a Bernardo Bertolucci movie. "You can start with 5 poses, 5 minutes each." he said. It was as if the room was spinning and he was the only face that I saw. My cheeks started to go red and I was worried that I may have missed a spot when I shaved with my eyes closed in the shower. He never broke his gaze and I had to take my clothes off in front of him. Thank God, the class was focusing on drawing with fabric draped on me so I could strategically cover my jiggly bits.
I picked up my phone and set my timer, I looked at him and he was still staring. I turned around and slid my dress off my shoulders, grabbed the white sheet, got it ready, let my dress fall to the ground and wrapped the sheet around me quickly. He was already sketching and my heart was pounding, I wondered if he could hear it. I took a deep breath and settled into the pose. I glanced down at his pad and he was good, he drew me beautifully and now I was inspired. When my timer went off, I dropped the sheet to the floor, laid on on my side resting on my arm and stared right at him. He ripped a page off threw it down and started another sketch. It was on. I watched him as he drew, he didn't notice because he was working so I could really see him. He tilted his head to the side and his lips made a slight pout when he shifted his pencil on the pad, switching his focus to a different part of my body. His hair would fall over one eye and he would put it behind his ear. My timer went off again, I changed the pose and he looked at my face, I turned away and adjusted into a comfortable position and the dance would start all over again. The connection was sweet and it was real.
This sure beat the "rolls in the hay" my Hollywood girlfriends would tell me about. How boring. This was my version of a one night stand that I never had. When the class was over, I gathered my things. He was standing by the door and I had to walk by him. I awkwardly put my sunglasses on my head and slung my purse over my shoulder. I rubbed the rest of the morning from my eyes, probably because I was nervous and needed something to do. He zipped up his bag and turned around just as I got to the door. "Bye", he said.
"Goodbye", I smiled and grabbed the doorknob, never looking back. I will probably never see him again. I giggled to myself and thought I need to get up early more often. This morning is etched into my brain like an old black and white movie reminding me of what life is all about.
LOVE.
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