Carrie Page #4

- No!

- Yeah!

- He can't do that! Where's Sue?

- Yes, he can. He asked her.

- What's she gonna wear?

- Who, Carrie?

A sackcloth?!

- Sweetie, keep those stars coming faster.

- They're coming.

What's this I hear about Tommy

taking Carrie to the prom?

Whatever you've heard, it's true.

Why is he doing it?

Everybody is talking about it.

I asked him to

cos I thought I owed it to Carrie.

- Where's that put everybody else?

- They gotta deal with it in their own way.

- What do you mean?

- Oh... just something.

- Well, you're not going to the prom.

- Oh, I'll be here.

You'll be here?

What, you're going to the prom?

I will tell you later.

You're gonna be in on it.

I'm gonna be in on it? What?

I'm telling you later!

- I want to know now, Chris.

- Just wait.

I won't tell anybody, I promise. I won't say

a word. I'm your best friend. Come on.

Okay.

- You gotta rent a tuxedo for the prom.

- I only got 10 bucks, though.

You can rent a tuxedo!

You don't have to look great!

Hey.

Does this look nice?

He looks beautiful. Make a good

impression for once in your life.

- Would you go out with me?

- Not with ruffles.

You don't have to get ruffles for yourself.

- I don't like ruffles...

- You don't have to get ruffles!

Don't I look sharp?

It looks good on you,

but I don't look right in a tuxedo.

- Have you ever put on a tuxedo?

- I don't have a tuxedo body.

- I know they have tuxedos here for you.

- But I wouldn't look right.

I know just the tuxedo for him.

- Well, what do you think?

- I like it. I think it's terrific.

Look at that. No ruffles at all!

Red. I might've known it would be red.

It's pink, Mama.

Look what Tommy gave me, Mama.

Aren't they beautiful?

I can see your dirty pillows.

Everyone will.

Breasts, Mama.

They're called breasts.

And every woman has them.

Take off that dress.

No.

- We'll burn it and pray for forgiveness.

- No, Mama.

Well, he's not coming.

He is coming, Mama.

Now stop it. I'm nervous enough.

No, he's not coming.

He's not gonna come.

Go away!

Stop it, Mama!

- Stop hurting yourself, Mama!

- I'm not!

He's gonna laugh at you!

They're all gonna laugh at you!

- They're not gonna laugh at me!

- Stay here with me.

I don't wanna stay with you, Mama!

I'll tell him you're sick!

- I'll say you changed your mind!

- Be quiet.

Sit down! Be quiet!

I'll tell him you changed your mind!

Sit down!

Just sit there, Mama,

and don't say a word until I'm gone.

I'll be home early.

I love you, Mama.

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

Tommy,

could we wait here just a minute?

Are you scared?

Mm-hm.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Oh, no. It's not gonna be that bad.

They're a good crowd. Really.

Really.

Don't be so nervous.

Besides, I'd look awfully stupid

dancing by myself, wouldn't l?

Now come on.

When I look back on my younger days

I really was a maniac,

blowing up the john

with a cherry bomb,

giving the janitor a cardiac.

Well, the teacher could say

they should lock you away

and throw away all the keys

if you please.

He's outta control.

The devil's got a hold of his soul.

Oh!

Man, you wanted the time

so my buddies and I

choked upon a cigarette.

Too tired to jog

and you could barely walk,

swearin' for the hell of it.

Then when it's your right to see

the president's daughter,

the daughter's been so outta sight.

Right.

Dancin' till dawn,

my parents were clear uptown.

Yeah!

High school.

Pre-school.

No, 12 long years

of the education blues.

Teachers.

Preachers.

Don't know how

I ever made it through.

Oh, yeah!

Come on.

Ross, if I knew you'd look this sharp,

I would've taken you instead of, uh...

What's her name?

Don't bother about them.

If they self-destruct,

I'll dance with you.

Hey, where did you buy that dress?

I love it!

- Oh, I made it.

- Made it?!

- The decorations... don't they look great?

- Yeah...

- I'm so nervous.

- It's okay. You can sit with us.

- Hey, what time is it?

- 8 o'clock.

Gotta go.

- Where are you going?

- Just out.

See you later.

Sue!

- Would you like to dance?

- Could we just sit here for a minute?

Sure.

Sure. Anything you want.

Carrie.

Hi, Miss Collins.

You look so pretty!

You, too. You look beautiful.

Thank you! I know I don't, not really,

but thank you, anyway.

May I sit down?

- Yeah. Chair...

- Thank you.

I'm gonna go and talk to some people.

I remember my prom.

I had a date with the, uh

the captain of the basketball team.

And he was 6ft 7in tall, so

I bought a pair of 3-inch spike heels

so that our kiss goodnight would be, um

Less awkward.

Anyway, we went in his pick-up truck,

which of course broke down, and we

had to walk the last half-mile to the prom.

By the time I got there, my feet were

so blistered that all I could do was

just sit there. I couldn't dance.

So we just sat there and, uh... just talked.

And, uh

it was... magic. Is it like that for you?

It's, um...

it's nice.

- Just nice?

- No...! It's...

It's like, uh...

- It's like being on Mars.

- You'll never forget it.

I don't think I will.

Thank you.

Hey, what's goin' on here?

What are you doing with my date?

- Oh, we're just talking.

- Yeah?

Have a lovely time, okay?

And you, too!

Bye.

Don't let me catch you

hugging any guys like that.

I won't.

Better not.

I won't.

Do you really have to be home so early?

Yeah, I promised.

Okay.

- Sorry.

- That's all right.

Some of the kids are going

over to Nolston's after the prom.

That's okay.

What?

If you wanna go with your friends,

I don't wanna spoil anything.

Would you let me finish?

What I was gonna say is that,

if you'd like to,

we could stop in at The Beehive.

I've never been there.

No?

Good! Well, then, let's go!

- Okay.

- Okay?

For sure. Great.

Are you ready to dance?

Tommy, l...

Come on.

I don't know how. I can't, Tommy. I can't.

Sure you can.

I'm not sure

but the more that it's real

the more it's right.

Ooh, one night...

It's as though we've been lovers

all of our lives.

There must be a God.

Could it be that he's heard me at last?

Because you look at me

as the one beautiful...

Yeah, you can. Come on.

Give me your hand. Just put it there.

- Like that?

- Yeah. Put this on your shoulder.

That's right.

Okay, just relax. All right?

Okay. Just listen to the music.

That's right.

See, you got it? That's good.

You're as good as anyone else out here.

Got it?

- I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

- It's just...

- That's all right.

No harm...

No foul.

- I can't do anything.

- Yeah, you can.

I can't dance. I can't even... I don't know.

- Tommy?

- Yeah?

Why...

- Why what?

- Why am I here?

Because it's the prom.

Why am I here with you?

Because I asked you.

Why'd you ask me?

Because I wanted to.

Why'd you want to?

Because you liked my poem.

Only, I didn't write it. Somebody else did.

Oh.

Carrie, we're here

and we're together

and I like it.

I do, I like it!

Where there are other girls

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