Descriptive Speech

During Carla’s wedding, the couple recites their own vows to each other. They also try to kiss after every word the preacher says. It is very humorous in and innocence type of way. Carla’s mother comes to the wedding at the end. Elizabeth now shows support for her and Daniel. Daniel has a gift to give Carla at the end. The complete marching band including color guard and majorettes from Daniel’s School plays and marches in a parade down the street in front of the car the couple is sitting in. The movie concludes with a happy ending.

I glance amusedly at the photo placed before me. The bright and smiling faces of my family stare back me, their expressions depicting complete happiness. My mind drifted back to the events of the day that the photo was taken. It was Memorial Day and so, in the spirit of tradition my large extended family had gathered at the grave of my great grandparents. The day was hot and I had begged my mother to let me join my friends at the pool. However, my mother had refused. Inconsolable, I spent most of the day moping about sulkily. The time came for a group picture and so my grandmother arranged us all just so and then turned to me saying, "You'd better smile Emma or you'll look back at this and never forgive yourself." Eager to please and

[ Margarita and Prue, walk out of the reception room and step onto the immaculately mown lawn. Margarita sees a man sitting on a bench at the hill looking out to the ocean. Margarita Recognises him as the bride’s brother.]

I was dressed as if I was preparing for the whole world to see me. In a way, I was. The Shadow Kingdom would see me this evening, and they were to see a beautiful Crown Princess. My hair was down in luxurious waves that softly cascaded down my back. My dress was on a whole other level of beautiful.

While marching bells played around me, I stood beside my groom my fingers drumming along with the music in an attempt to distract myself from the sea of spectators. The laced corset compressed what felt like every organ in my body together into one tight bundle so that I could fit in the white gown that was secretly a size too small. What bride doesn’t want to look good on her wedding day? I could feel the heat radiating from my face, and I couldn’t help but worry about who else noticed the flushed look that the skin toned concealer was to mask, as I tried to keep myself preoccupied with my insecure thought about how I looked. I recited my well-practiced vowels in a low mumble and signed the documents that officially made me Mrs. James.

six months later, wedding day. Max, Dallas, Marcy, Anton and I found ourselves back on the hill of the homestead. The sun is just beginning to peak onto the horizon, colours spilling out onto the sky scene, reflecting against the calm waves below. It speaks more that we do.

With baited breath the church doors finally opened up and the two men gasped as they saw their lovely brides for the very first time. They were absolutely stunning. Lexi had on a gorgeous princess gown that made her look absolutely adorable and sweet while Rachel had a form fitting mermaid cut dress that made her look like a goddess. They looked absolutely beautiful, there was no other way to describe

It was March5 2004. I was 3 years old barely able to walk only the most basic speech was under my belt… Diaper actually. I lived in Dothan Alabama a small neighborhood that was always quiet as if a fog of silence had enveloped the town. I never knew my father, and my mother worked at the local Outback Steakhouse. So I went to a daycare every day.

“Hello Edward.” She walked up to me and straightened my bow, and smoothed down my suit. Her dress is bright blue, but the streaks of silver smooth the dress into a beautiful work of a thousand angels.

“For the… wedding, is the word you use for it, yes? The joining ceremony? Meg and myself.”

It was a perfect cool summer night for the Soccer Club recognition dinner. Our soccer team had won the Championship Cup and was having a grand celebration. My parents were very excited about the evening and told me how proud they were of our victory. “Great job this season, Erick!” said my coach as I walked in. All my teammates were high-fiving each other. On top of that, my best friend, Jimmy, was there for support. He and I had known each other since the first grade and now, both of us thirteen years old, we were like brothers. I could count on him for anything.

“Are you ready? We are going to be late; hurry up, come on, move it, let's go,” my mom yelled from down stairs.

It was the evening after Halloween in 2016, nervous, tired and excited. My team as well as other cheer teams gathered up in small groups dancing around in circles. As soon as the music stops, we all knew that it’s the time we all had been waiting for, the awards ceremony. This ceremony tells us if we go to Wescon (regionals) or not, and if we do go to Wescon there is a chance we can go to Walt Disney World for Nationals. Everyone was so nervous, but once the announcer called our division we all knew it was time. We were all squeezing each others hands as they called second place. It wasn’t us. Once the announcer said, “and for first place…” we all went silent as this moment could make or break us. “ The Huntington Beach Chargers” the announcer yelled. We started screaming as two of my teammates got the trophy. We were excited.

I always knew I had a purpose. Seven simple words were written in straight, clean lines on the top of M’s stack of notecards. They were her introduction, an introduction to a speech that M had slaved over because it needed to be perfect. One by one, she riffled through the cards in her deck, reading and whispering the speech aloud. This was going to be, perhaps, the most important hour in M Freeman’s life. She had agonized over her speech during the entire ride to New York City. It was rare for M to travel to the city, even though she lived only a few hours away. In truth, she never really traveled anywhere. So when the limo had arrived to pick her up, in order not to freak out, M had thrown herself into her preparations, as the empty countryside slowly grew into bridges, traffic buildings, and crowded sidewalks. And now, sitting in a waiting room, M repeated those seven simple words to herself and she was in full interview mode.

Who knows, will there even be a tomorrow? Was there really a yesterday, or was it all just a dream? Will we ever know?