The Crush In Glasses

         THE CRUSH IN GLASSES

I arrived at the church in a black tight straight skirt and polka black and white dots blouse with flair hands that were almost tight . My developing hips,  bottom and breasts were well accentuated and I attracted quite an attention. I came late to the practice. It was hard convincing my mum to let me go even though I had taken permission from her the week before,  three days before, two days before and the day before, actually she has trust issues. She kept questioning me, where is this church , who is this friend of yours , what is her name, actually it's a he but I couldn't tell my mum that my friend who was a boy invited me to his church for practice as part of his  church's teens choir because they didn't have enough crowd to make one so I lied. Well after begging and looking sad, and actually crying, yes I cried. I couldn't believe she could not trust me, she finally agreed and dropped me at the roadside, a road close to the street where the church was, then she drove to her retail store and told me to go home immediately. I was done with practice. So I walked and found my way to the church following the descriptions memorized in my head and walked into it,  all heads turned to look at me . I could have been really attractive because of my tight skirt and blouse but well my short hair was not plaited so I had to tie it into a fashionable way that only looked fair enough. My hair was just too short and it had shrunk to a really low size in the sun while I walked to the church.  

“ Good afternoon” I greeted the oldest woman present there who seemed like their teacher or coordinator. I looked around,  the church was so much different from mine though mine was larger, this was prettier, more posh.

The teacher or coordinator looked at me smiling and beckoned to me 

“ You sing?” she asked

“ Yes,alto,” I answered.

Then she told me to sit. I sat among the four girls and one dark fat boy as they sang an unfamiliar gospel song.  The girl seated next to me in a green dress which was modestly long at the knee smiled at me. She was small and fair with large lit eyes. I tried mouthing the song at first since it was unfamiliar then I sang as soon as I started getting the hang of it but I did not sing too loudly , I was shy of my voice. My voice is a loud ,thick alto , a very unique  voice. After we sang the song five times flopping at the bridge every single time we sang because it was really complicated and high pitched. We decided to rest and let the instrumentalists practice. Most of the instrumentalists were boys, really loud boys one of them was my friend, he was at the drumset . The boys were all jeering , chuckling, making jest of each other,  testing instruments loudly, except for the guy on the keyboard in glasses. He was quiet and played the keyboard gently pressing each key like he was being cautious , he stood tall over the keyboard although he was not really tall , clad in yellow T-shirt and ash trousers with and an ash bag crossed around his chest he kept on playing the keyboard , one of the guys who was at the guitar pushed him aside “ you can't play well joor” . The keyboard guy in glasses stepped aside on the tiled altar , then he walked away to the other guys. I looked away and waved to my friend he waved back and then got up,  he walked up to me and gave me a shake 

“ you made it… your warden mum allowed you”

“ Well,  it was not easy making her allow me,” I said with a sigh. Two other guys came to us,  I knew them, they were social media friends who knew my friend too. It felt weird finally meeting them.  

“ you look better in pictures” the shorter one says and  I laugh although it's a laugh of chagrin. 

“ Yes it's true, I can't believe this is you.” , the taller one says , who I used to have a crush on until now because he also looks way better in pictures.  The keyboard guy in glasses walks up to us and smiles, he says a joke to my friend and they laugh. I can't laugh because I did not hear the joke and that was done purposely. I look at my fingers awkwardly, the boys leave and at my back is a girl  busy with her phone, she is slightly dark and looks very pretty with two big cornrow weaves of her long black hair on her head. She is dressed up in a blue flowery blouse and jeans skirt. 

“hi” I say to her and she replies with a good afternoon. We get talking , I learn a lot about the church, the church teens department and that the keyboard guy in glasses is her brother,  there is no striking resemblance, he is lighter in complexion.  

The girl who sat next to me comes in with a carton of biscuits and sachets of water. We all take three packs and water.  

And the practice resumed again,  while we sang , the instrumentalist boys played loudly. This time I have fallen in love with the song and I am singing more loudly.  I proclaim that I am nothing without Jesus at the top of my alto voice. While the fat dark boy leads the song in his " feminish" voice. After two good hours the practice comes to an end.  

While we all put the plastic chairs into each other, the boys threw jokes and called each other names , they laughed and threw things at each other.  I loiter around waiting for my friend. Then the keyboard guy in glasses works up to me 

“ hey...what  is the name of your church?”

I answer and asks why he asked  

“ I am just curious,” he said then smiled a beautiful smile at me . I began to wonder if he liked me too and  the thought of him doing so almost made me give a loud teenage girl shrill. So I went home with the other guys , the keyboard guy in glasses went the other way and that night I wondered if he liked me too .I  chatted on my little Android smartphone using the whats app application till I fell asleep.

The next day,  I am added to the teenage   church group on whatsapp of my friend's church,  guys from the church chat me up ,actually just two. I chat with them with chagrin wishing it was the keyboard guy in glasses. The next day after lots of explaining and convincing I am allowed to go to the practice again,  it is more fun and I get closer to the sister of the guy in keyboard glasses. I got carried away and sang too loud, I got a compliment from the coordinator, I had a unique voice. It was thrilling to hear that, I didn't think so myself,  so I sang more loudly. While the instrumentalists practiced and the singers sat I kept staring at the keyboard guy in glasses and I also had to avoid being caught by him, he kept raising his head. I got scared and began talking to my new friend , his sister. After practice that day I pretended  to escort her just to see a little more of her brother, after going not too far, she discouraged me and I thought about my mum too so I waved to her but waved more to him with a deeper smile that was not as beautiful as his. The next day he chats me up……. 

My crush in glasses chats me up!