waves of pain.

     
   

the day i met daniel was sometime in february or march of last year. i was taking classes at NYFA & i had been partnered up with greg to do a scene. in this particular scene, i was supposed to be a drunken woman hitting on the young greg. in order to make this believable- i need wine glasses of course! our teacher told me to go ask "danny" for some prop glasses. 

"who is danny?"

i walked to the equipment room yelling "danny!" 

a tall, skinny messy haired boy responded mid run. "are you danny?!" 

someone else was yelling something to him & he put his stupid finger up to me to hold on.

"are you danny?!"

"yeah...just..."

i immediately hated him. who the hell was this kid? he was clearly a boy & i needed something, class had already started. so when danny had time, we went downstairs to the prop room which smelled funny and was way unorganized- i mentioned this and danny was insulted because apparently he had just organized everything. i got my glasses and went off to class.

that was the day i met daniel. the days that followed- my hatred turned into curiosity when i noticed that his face was kind of looking handsome to me. he mentioned he liked motorcycles in a conversation to greg. "hah, you like motorcycles?" he nodded his head. i smiled. then i saw "fire" and "water" tattooed on his forearms. that's when i put on full weirdo mode and started talking to danny. i'm a firm believer that your body tells you what you need when you need it.  i was completely, surprisingly, unwillingly attracted to him. 

i watched daniel get a tattoo today. paul, our tattoo artist, was kind enough to let me take pictures. i watched him go through the waves of pain when paul inserted the color ink under his skin. he bit his lips & made silly faces & counted under his breath. i don't think i've seen him in pain before. and i was completely, surprisingly and willingly attracted to him.