By Joe

I really should write about Skyeye more often. πŸ˜›

So. Let me start from the beginning.

When I’m awfully low,
And the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you–
And the way you look tonight.

My friend invited me to his younger sister’s debut, and living under a rock as I do, I decided to go, for a change. I’d never been to the venue where it was held, and I can’t remember exactly where it was, either–you’ll see why soon enough–but from what I do remember, it was mostly a high-ceilinged golden party hall, complete with big windows and an ample buffet. I suppose you could say it was something out of those old Disney movies with the princesses, except for the tables everywhere, and the band that was playing music of a decidedly more contemporary feel. I didn’t spot any faces I recognized, so I decided to relax, grab a drink or two or three–until I saw this admittedly pretty girl looking at me, with one of the better amused expressions I’ve seen on her face.

You’re lovely,
With your smile so warm–
And your cheeks so soft.
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

Of course, I had to do something about that. So I went up to her, matching her amused expression with one of my own. She says to me, “Hmm. You don’t know too many people here, do you?”

I replied, “Well, let me count you as one of the people I do know, then.”

She sort of grinned and laughed a bit, while seeming to still be just amused. “We don’t even know each other’s names yet. Since you approached me, I think you should tell me yours first.”

“Hey, no way I’m falling for that. Ladies first, my dear.”

“Well, since you put it that way,” laughing a little more, she continued, “My name’s Audrey. Yours, kind sir?”, she added, with a little of what I thought to be sarcasm at the time.

“Eh, I’m Joe, at your service.” Feeling cocky, I did a little flourishing bow.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fears apart.
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

“So then, Joe, what brings you to a party where you are so obviously unknown?”

“The debutante’s older brother is a good friend of mine, and asked if I could show up. To be honest, I really don’t have anything better to do now.” Wry grin on my face here, I think. “What about you, why were you just sitting pretty over here?”

“The girl’s parents and my parents hang out a lot, so I sort of got dragged along to this thing.” She shrugged, not a whatever shrug, but one of those ones that meant you weren’t sorry.

After hearing that, I tried not to laugh, but I messed up at that. I did keep it down a bit, so she wouldn’t feel too bad. “So you don’t know anyone here either?”, I said, grinning hugely as I said it.

I’ll be honest–seeing her blush caught me off guard, and I remember thinking to myself at the time, that was really cute. “Yes, that would probably the long and short of it,” she replied in a somewhat quieter voice.

I don’t know why or how, but as soon as she said that, everyone started dancing to a song, quite different from the ones the band was playing previously. Probably wasn’t paying attention, now that I think about it. ‘Course I couldn’t not do anything when I heard the music, so I went, “Oh, looks like a dance is in order. Would you like to join them?”

She must’ve been feeling cocky herself, because she suddenly grinned and said, “Sure, I think I’ll do you the honor of dancing with me.”

Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm–
Won’t you please arrange it?

I’ve never been able to recall exactly what happened there, just fragments:

I sorta tripped, and got up to hear a guilty laugh from her…

We spun around so fast it seemed to me that everything else was just a blur…

I swore, I felt the music somehow flow around me…

She smiled at me, without any trace of an ulterior motive…

That’s all I remember of the dance, ’cause the next thing I remember is the dance ending. She dropped my hand, as she blushed and looked away–I remember that because I’m quite sure I wasn’t thinking very properly–I said to myself at the time, I wonder how much more beautiful she can get.

She moved first. “Um, thanks for the dance, I uh, had fun.” She smiled a bit, so I guess that means I’m not too bad a dancer.

“Hey, no problem. Oh, uh, I guess we better leave–everyone else is.”

“Yeah, I can see my parents waiting for me by the door.”

“Okay then, I guess I’ll see you again sometime.” Right about here I got to the realization that I hadn’t looked her in the eye even once that night, so I looked her in the eye as I said to her, “Good night, Audrey.”

“Good night to you too, Joe.” She smiled again, blushed a little, and went to rejoin her parents.

That’s pretty much how the evening went. Oh, and one more thing: I remember singing this to myself on the way home. I’m not sure, but I think it was the song that was playing as we danced.

‘Cause I love you–
Just the way you look tonight.


Vincent looked up from his notebook, stared at Skyeye, and simply asked, “That’s it?”

“Um, well, yeah, kind of.”

“You never even called her?”

“No, I didn’t…” Skyeye said as his voice crawled to a stop.

Vincent sighed. “You’re quite the contradiction. Fall in love with a girl at a party and you don’t even try to call her afterward.”

“I guess so,” Skyeye said after a while. “What I wouldn’t give to see her blush like that again.”

Very rough, at least in my opinion. Will be followed up by one from Audreyl’s point of view, probably. Oh, and Skyeye was called Joe before he became a cyborg, in case you didn’t get that last part.


11 Responses to “The Way You Look Tonight”

  1. 1 Conrad
    June 8, 2008 at 5:34 pm

    sayang… hindi pala totoo


  2. June 8, 2008 at 9:26 pm

    akala ko rin totoo. :))

    Joe ah.

  3. June 9, 2008 at 9:16 pm

    …why does this seem so familiar?

    Because I did something like this when I was your age.

  4. 5 magicalrubidium
    June 9, 2008 at 9:25 pm

    Joseph Guevara 9:21 PM hey, leave a comment naman saying my story’s really good



    But seriously, this story’s really good. πŸ˜€

  5. 6 magicalrubidium
    June 9, 2008 at 9:25 pm

    Oh my god, wait. This is Isabel using Rb’s account. Hahaha. My bad. πŸ˜€

  6. 7 joshuagad
    June 10, 2008 at 8:41 pm

    yo vincent. didn’t hear from you for a long time.

    -shelling ford

  7. 8 conrad
    June 10, 2008 at 10:27 pm

    bakit audrey? =))

  8. 9 Joe
    June 10, 2008 at 10:49 pm

    sasagot ako sa lahat ng comments na yan.

    conrad, joaq, luis> ‘nlabo naman o.

    sir joey> ahahaha

    isabel> ‘nlabo mo rin.

    shua> matagal na ring di ko napansin si shelling ford.

    conrad ulit> eh gusto ko yung pangalan eh!

  9. 10 Alex
    January 23, 2017 at 3:16 am


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