A Romantic Saturday Evening

Like the last post, this is based on a writing prompt from the book 642 Things to Write About. It’s loosely written in a play format, as it’s from the point of view of a play-by-play announcer and color commentator.

Cast of Characters

Dave Johnson: The play-by-play announcer.
Bob Green: The color commentator.
Lauren: A woman on a romantic date.
Cam: A man on a romantic date.



A romantic restaurant in an average American City.


The present.

Scene 1
SETTING: Alleia, a romantic Italian restaurant in downtown Chattanooga, Tennessee. The time is 9:00 p.m.
AT RISE: We see our two announcers, Dave and Bob, standing, facing the audience as if they were looking into a broadcast camera.



Good evening, everyone! I am Dave Johnson, coming to you live from Alleia in downtown Chattanooga! It’s 9 o’clock-


On a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in…


Bob, did you just steal a line from Billy Joel?


I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dave.


As I was saying, I’m Dave Johnson and with me is Bob Green. We are here in downtown Chattanooga, at Alleia, a wonderfully romantic restaurant. It’s a beautiful, warm springtime night outside, and here inside the restaurant, love is in the air! Bob, what can we expect from this crowd tonight?


Dave, I’ve been watching couples as they come in tonight, and let me tell you, the beautiful people are out this evening, and Dave, when you said “Love is in the air,” you weren’t kidding. There are couples of all ages here tonight – ages 18 to 80! I did notice one particularly young couple as they came in earlier tonight, and let me tell you, that young man looked as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Could we see the lifetime special served up here at Alleia tonight?


Alright. Let’s check in on our first couple. We have Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It appears that the waiter has already taken their order and served them bread. Right now, it doesn’t look like Mr. and Mrs. Smith have much to say.


Dave, from what I can read of Mr. Smith’s body language, his silence doesn’t appear to be out of anger. The look on his face appears to be one of boredom. Almost as if he’s been here before and doesn’t quite know what to say.

(Bob presses his hand to his ear as if he’s trying to hear something in his earpiece.)

What’s that? I understand that we happen to have a microphone at their table tonight. Let’s listen in.



The waiter seems nice. Has he been our waiter before?



He is nice, although I don’t think he’s been our waiter before.

Hey, did you remember to pay the electric bill?


Well, given the nature of that conversation, I don’t think Mr. and Mrs. Smith have managed to catch any of the love that is floating around in the air tonight.


Dave, what we have here is a classic example of a couple that has been married for, oh, I dunno, I’m guessing somewhere in the neighborhood of 12-14 years. And that neighborhood is still nice, but a little older, run-down, and the houses could use a bit of paint on the outside, and the inside could use some updating, too. Definitely worth updating, though. And, I think I’ve beaten that analogy to death.

(While pointing/drawing at a TV screen in front of him, as if it’s a telestrator.)

One more observation, though. Looking at Mrs. Smith, she has some lines under her eyes, indicating she’s growing tired of dealing with the children, and not enough time for herself.

Also, if you look here at Mr. Smith, you’ll see he has some bags under his eyes. He could travel to India on the bags beneath those eyes. It’s a classic sign of too much stress at work, not enough sleep, and not enough “quality time” with Mrs. Smith if you know what I mean.


Bob, I think even a blind man could read between the lines of that statement. Hopefully, the Smiths get some rest and maybe a vacation. A few more years and they should get out of those “ready for the kids to get out of the house” doldrums!

(Pressing his hand to his earpiece)

What’s that? We have something big going on over at table 22, where we have a twenty-something couple, Cam & Lauren. It looks like they have just finished dessert, and Dave has tentatively reached across the table and grabbed Lauren’s hand, and if my lip reading is accurate, it looks like he just said, “I have something I really want to talk to you about.”


Dave, the hand-grab is an ambiguous move, and we’ll have to see what he does next. I’ve seen that move precede break-ups, but Cam’s body language isn’t signaling that at all. With a break-up, you usually see more of a confidence in body movement, due to the finality of the decision. With the nervousness that is accompanying Cam’s body language, he seems like he is unsure of what may happen…


Cam is still speaking to Lauren, and Lauren looks a bit taken aback by what he is saying.


She does look a little surprised, Dave, but she is smiling. Cam is still looking a little nervous, but he seems happy. Also, I did note while observing them earlier this evening that Cam has checked his pocket several times. Particularly when Lauren excused herself to the ladies’ room earlier. I think that might be a hint of what’s to come.


Cam is standing up at the table, reaching into his pocket and stepping over to Lauren’s side of the table. HE’S DROPPING TO ONE KNEE! BOB, HE’S GOING FOR THE BIG QUESTION! Lauren’s eyes have gone wide, and her hand has covered her mouth in a gesture of shock. People in the restaurant have noticed, and it’s gone silent, and all eyes are focused on Cam & Lauren.


This is the crucial moment! This is where a lot of rookies get nervous, forgetting what they planned to say. From what I can see, the nervousness has faded for Cam, and there is a confident smile on Cam’s face.


Cam’s right arm is resting on his leg, holding the ring in its case as he is speaking to Lauren. As you noted, you can definitely see that his confidence is high! Lauren is all smiles, looking into Cam’s eyes as he speaks.


You can tell by his body language that this is a man who is in love and knows exactly what he wants and is not afraid to go for it. His back is straight, and his voice is strong.

And Lauren: that smile is the most natural of smiles and her eyes, no, her whole face, is overflowing with love. Lauren’s eyes are already saying “Yes,” even though Dave hasn’t actually asked anything yet.


Cam is still talking. His arm is coming up. THIS IS IT! HERE HE GOES! HE’S SWINGING FOR THE FENCE! He is holding the ring box up and opening it. I can make out the words “Will you marry me?” coming out of his mouth.


(Bob pretends to use the telestrator.)

As you can see, here, Cam has a bit of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He’s really put himself out there, though, so you can’t hold that him against him; even the pros get a little nervous on the big plays, but it’s how they focus that nervousness: will they perform or be crushed under pressure? And so far Cam is doing great.


Cam has stopped talking. Lauren has taken a moment, and it looks like she’s trying to compose herself.


And Dave, that pause isn’t going to make Cam feel any better, although, with the look on Lauren’s face, he doesn’t have anything to worry about.


Lauren is starting to speak. I can’t quite make out what she’s saying. She’s smiling while she’s talking and let out a little laugh and stopped talking. It looks like she’s trying to pull herself together again, and I see a tear falling from her eyes. She’s opening her mouth to speak…

(Dave pauses for a second, staring intently at the couple)



WHAT A MOMENT, Dave! She said yes! Let me tell you when she started talking and didn’t say yes right away, I had to wonder what the outcome was going to be. Thankfully for Cam, whatever she said didn’t take long. Suspense like that could have given the poor young man a heart attack!


As they say, Bob, “All’s well that ends well.”

Wow! What a wonderful night we have here, people! This room was filled with love before, and the loveometer has gone off the charts. It even looks like our tired married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, have a little more romantic energy between them. Nothing like a good proposal to make for a romantic evening!

Folks, on behalf of our entire production crew here tonight, and especially Cam & Lauren, I’d like to say thanks for joining Bob and me tonight on this historic moment in dating! We got to witness a special moment for two people, and it couldn’t have gone any better. Stay tuned – the post date show is coming up, and our reporter Stacey is expected to have a live interview with Cam & Lauren. From all of us at LoveTV, thank you, and good night!

A Moment of Regret

My daughter gave me a book of writing prompts for Christmas. The story below is the result of one of those prompts.

Before including my story, though, I want to make sure people understand that it is not autobiographical. While I have suffered from depression at various times in my life, it has never been as serious as what I’m writing about below. If you suffer from depression or are thinking of hurting yourself, please get help. Tell a friend or loved one, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, or you can even chat with them online. You can also text the Crisis Text Line by sending texting HOME to 741741 in the United States, and text with someone who will help you. If you’re thinking about taking your own life or even just experiencing a crisis, please reach out to someone, because you matter!

His view from the 40th story was beautiful and breathtaking, although none of that mattered anymore. It didn’t matter because a little over three seconds ago he’d placed a step stool up against the railing, slowly stepped up it, hesitantly leaned forward, and paused before remembering he was doing this to calm the incessant, discordant feelings that beset him on a daily basis. Those feelings made his days a constant up and down affair, almost as if he were riding on a merry-go-round, except each dip down went further down than the previous dip and never quite got back as high as it had the previous time. After that brief pause, he redoubled his resolve and leaned forward until gravity took over.

Knowing that the merry-go-round would soon stop, the peacefulness overcame him instantly. He heard nothing but the rushing wind as he continued his freefall; not the sound of the daily rush hour traffic below, not the sound of the construction of the skyscraper across the street. Even the tortured music accompanying his ever lower-dipping, merry-go-round faded into the background.

After a few seconds of falling, while freefalling past the 28th floor, a noise broke through his reverie of nothingness. Was that a phone ringing? It was a phone, and it jarred him back into reality. It resurrected the memory of the phone call – just yesterday – from his parents and the conversation about his upcoming visit, his father telling him how proud he was about the success of his business, and how well he balanced that with being a good husband and father. Pangs of guilt ripped through his mind as he realized he never had a chance to thank his parents for all they had done to shape him into the successful man he had become.

That memory quickly morphed into the ringtone on his phone for when his wife called, followed by the memory of the call yesterday and the sound of her naturally ebullient voice telling him how much she loved him, missed him, couldn’t wait to get home from her trip and feel his arms around her. He suddenly longed for the feeling of her body pressed against him in a warm, enveloping hug, while staring into eyes that radiated nothing but love back at him. He felt horrible guilt for leaving this amazing woman alone, a woman always filled with joy, who had done all she could to help him escape the spinning of his personal, hellish merry-go-round.

The ringing transformed into the sound of a bell on a bike ringing, and his memory quickly shifted to just a few days ago at the park when he glimpsed the beautiful, azure sky when he looked up to catch the pop fly his son had hit. A feeling of loss seared into his soul as he realized that he would never again have a chance to spend a fun afternoon at the park with his son, playing ball and helping to guide him into becoming a better man than he was.

Again, the ringing transformed. This time, though, the ringing was the sound of FaceTime. He remembered the thought of his beautiful, sweet, innocent, daughter looking at him with her brown hair and brown eyes saying “I love you, Daddy, and can’t wait until you come home!” after reading her a bedtime story via FaceTime, and telling her goodnight when he was on his last trip. To never see those wondrous, curious, brown eyes again tore him apart.

Another ringing sound played through his mind as he recalled a morning over ten years ago, his phone ringing, over and over again, finally realizing what the noise was, and then fumbling to answer it. The ringing was a reminder of that night of insanity as a younger man, a paragon of a single man’s night out with his best friend. He thought of his friend who had stood firm through the good and bad times, a friend who would help you bury a body at 2 a.m., no questions asked, if that’s what you needed. He was overcome at the thought of no more nights out with his best friend, and it filled him with a sense of loss and regret.

All these thoughts melded themselves into a sense of regret, rage, and a realization of the selfishness of his action. The regret was for what he’d done; that the death that was quickly approaching would strip him of the opportunity to ever again remember all the wonderful moments and people in his life. His action had revoked the chance to experience more moments like those that had flashed through his mind as he plummeted to his death.

The rage was directed at himself, for his inability to see everything that was good in front of him; rage at not doing more to get help when he knew he needed help. His realization of selfishness prompted rage and guilt at himself for leaving his wife to deal with the aftermath of his death, for leaving his children fatherless, and for leaving everyone with their guilt as they wondered “Should I have seen this coming? Could I have stopped this?”

He wished he could go back in time, just several seconds, and never stepped up on that stool. He wished he could have gotten off the descending merry-go-round, broken through the darkness, and found joy through the everyday moments of life, both the good and bad, because he realized the darkness wasn’t as painful as the regret he was feeling.

None of that mattered now, though. The words “I’m sorry” left his lips as the merry-go-round lurched as if the gear keeping it spinning and going up and down had broken. It began to slow over the next few seconds, finally stopping, all while its dark soundtrack slowly faded away into silence.