![]() ![]() I creak the door to see an empty lecture hall with Professor Simons and a TA standing, making idle conversation. One of my friends told me that I could easily audition for the main character, said that I got the “look.” I felt good for the rest of that day until I went home and looked up how the main character was known as “bug-eye” for the whole novel. I’m guessing it’s to get ready for their next performance, a musical adaptation of the book Tangerine by Edward Bloor. Walking up to the building, I notice the dance team practicing to some tango music, each male dancer gripping the waist of their partners as they do steep bends and swoops. Even when going up to bat early in the game, the fresh taste of tangerine would still be lingering if I were to lick my lips while walking upon that plate. Those were fond memories, and I like to think that I remember them best by the sweet, citrus flavor that would burst in my mouth before every game. Like when mom used to pack away zip lock bags of tangerine slices for my baseball games. I grip two tangerines and stroll past the busy intersection that the farmers market has made on my college campus, today it seemed to be a conglomerate of planetary science majors and local moms who weren’t able to find a nearby Whole Foods.ĭespite the heat, the tangerines were cool to the touch and made me think of my own mom. ![]() I was aware that he was making an exception for me by allowing me to stop by on a Sunday: Why did I have to wait until the very last day to see professor Simons? I walk over to buy some of their tangerines, wondering if my professor might care for one when I walk down to his office hours today. “Buy one get one free, Tangerines! Ripe in season!” The voice makes itself known among the myriad of other local farmers trying to sell their produce on this hot, Sunday morning. All this nonsense about “finding a muse” and hey Jordan, have you tried taking a breather and stepping away from the computer for a while? As if any of that advice will help run my game. At least, that’s what my professors tell me when I come to them with yet another problem with my midterm project. ![]() Most people have a spark, something that compels them to do the extraordinary. Coming of Age Teens & Young Adult Romance ![]()
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