EXPECTATIONS, depicts the struggle between what we desire for ourselves and our familial obligations. This is personified by Chris and Matt Taylor, identical twins, who are trying to win their overbearing father’s approval and acquire their trust funds. Their best friend and roommate, Aiden O’Boyle, left his family behind in Ireland to pursue a career in dance.
Chris: I have to confess, part of the appeal of this theatre company was the closeness to home. At midnight when it was over, I was all the happier for it. Walking down the road towards home my fingers locked tight with Aiden’s, I squinted in the distance.
“Is that the girl from the beach?” I asked him, extending my arm towards her.
Aiden let go of my hand and walked toward her. Something I wasn’t too thrilled about. “I think so. Should I go up and talk to her?”
“Why?” My heart slammed in my chest as I saw the curious gaze he sent her way.
He clearly didn’t pick up on my anxiety because he just shook his head, took a step closer and whispered, “I feel like I should know her. Like it’s important or something.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. He seemed lost. I went from looking at him to following his gaze to the girl. From the distance I could see a shapely figure and dark hair, but not much else in the darkness. As I studied both of them to get a better read on the situation, she turned her head met his gaze and then…disappeared. Not ran away, just stopped being there.
“What the fuck?” Aiden shouted after her. I was immediately taken aback. In the seven years I’ve known him, I could count the number of times he used profanity in single digits and shouting, well that was a first.
“Calm down, babe. Why does it matter so much?” I asked approaching him again and putting my hand on his shoulder. I could feel him shaking under my touch and I forgot my jealousy.
“Now it matters because I feel like I’m going crazy, seeing ghosts or something.” Aiden answered running his hand down his face.
“I saw her too.” I said quietly turning him around to face me.
“I didn’t say I was the only one going crazy.” Aiden couldn’t quite force a smile. He studied my face for a moment and as if reading my thoughts said, “It isn’t like she’s seducing me with her beauty, or anything. I haven’t been close enough to her for that. I just feel as though I should know her, like it’s important or something.” He repeated his earlier words and I could see the palpable distress in his eyes.
Then I recognized it the distress. I’d seen it before, this morning when he talked about his sister. I don’t think he made the connection. I did the only thing I could, wrapped arm around his shoulder and brought him in close. . “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
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