fm115+Rockwell+Story

//** Date Night **//

Norman Rockwell had been looking for a new idea for a painting. In all of his stress, he decided to go to a diner to pick up some dinner. Once he opened the door, there was a strong aroma of coffee and beans. He immediately saw a boy and a girl dressed up sitting on the stools. The man on the counter resembled the boy, and was sniffing the girl's corsage. Then it hit him.

"Excuse me, I am Norman Rockwell. You know, the famous artist? I will give each of you twenty dollars if I can have you pose for a scene right here. Right now."

Both the boy and the girl stared at Rockwell, shocked. They then looked up to man behind the counter.

"About how long will this take? Joey and I got to bring Sally home by ten," the man at the counter replied.

"Oh, just a few minutes. All I have to do is take a picture of you," Rockwell answered.

"Well in that case, we'll do it!" replied the man joyously.

The couple and the man at the counter smiled at each other excitedly.

"Great!" Norman Rockwell said excitedly," I'll just go and get my camera."

Rockwell briskly ran out of the diner and into the cold of the night. He unloaded the camera from his car and ran back inside. After a few minutes of preparation to make the scene perfect, it was ready.

"Now, stay just like that. One, two, three."

SNAP!

"Perfect!" Rockwell said with great excitement,"I can't wait to paint this."

Rockwell walked over to them and happily handed them each twenty dollars. He picked up his camera and headed toward the door, completely forgetting about dinner.

"Excuse me Mr. Rockwell," said the counter man," the kids and I were wondering if we could watch you paint the picture."

Norman Rockwell turned around and saw the kids nodding their heads excitedly.

"Why not? Just come to my apartment at twelve tomorrow. I live at 3 Oak Wood Lodge." Rockwell briskly ran out the door with his camera. Sally and Joey slowly opened to door to the apartment. They were amazed with all of the costumes and props that flooded the room like a tsunami. Mr. Rockwell greeted them at the door. He brought them over to his bulletin board. It held pictures of different people doing different poses.

"How are you going to paint us?" asked the Sally.

"Well, I am going to paint it just like the picture. But with exaggerated feelings and emotions."

"What about that man smiling at us? Are you going to take him out of the painting?" asked Joey.

There was an army veteran in the side of the picture who was smiling at Sally and Joey.

"No, I don't think so. The viewers can see him admiring your '//young love'//," said Rockwell.

Joey and Sally looked at each other and blushed. A few minutes later, Sally asked if there will be a description of the painting.

"No, the reader will have to figure out what is happening for themselves," said Rockwell.

They were both relived.

"But they'll probably figure it out."