The Rehearsal

It was a beautiful night on the night of David and Aimee’s wedding. There was smoking, drinking, and even the odd fuck in the upstairs rooms of the Boulevard Hotel. Mostly there was talk of Aimee’s first husband, Chuck, who had died in a freak truck accident the previous year. But somehow, mysterious as it is, Aimee ended up finding David on the day of Chuck’s death. She was sad, yet enchanted that she had a new man so soon and was almost positive that she would spend the rest of her life with him.

“Oh! Cally! Do I look alright?” Aimee asked her best friend.

“I so wish I were you! You look so beautiful!” Cally replied.

“Why do you guys care so much about this wedding? Its only going to last, like three days!” David’s sister, Shauna protested.

“Shauna! How dare you say that! That’s so mean!” Cally told her.

“Where are my three flower girls and the ring bearer?” Aimee inquired in a stressed voice.

“Uh, I didn’t think they were coming,” Cally replied.

“…But I told them to come for the rehearsal! How dare they not come?” Aimee cried.

“Did someone say flower girls?” Julie, the mother of two of the little girls asked as she walked in.

“Oh! Thank goodness you’re here! I was about to give up on it!” Aimee cried with thankfulness.

“I’m sorry we’re late,” Julie said. Aimee smiled as she looked down on the two flower girls, Antoinette and Theodora. She decided not to start the rehearsal until Jerome showed up with Teresa (her third flower girl), Jayne showed up with Nick (her ring bearer) and her second bride’s maid.

“Hey, Aimee! We’re here!” Jayne cried, as she ran toward Aimee, who was her sister, by the way and they hugged each other.

“What about us?” Jerome said, right on cue. He was holding his daughter, Teresa. Then, Olivia (her second bride’s maid) quietly slipped in.

“Excellent!” Aimee squealed, “Now we can start!”

“I have to…” Nick began, but no one heard.

“Now, first, Antoinette, you walk down the aisle, okay? Then Theo follows after she is half way down the aisle, then Teresa, you can go when Theo is half way down the aisle. Then, when Teresa is at the end of the aisle, Olivia can come, and after her, Shauna, and then Cally, then, I go, and finally Nick goes. Got it?” Aimee explained.

“Uh huh,” everyone replied. Then the music began to play.

“Antoinette! Go, now, please,” urged Aimee, then Theo, Teresa, Olivia, Shauna, Cally and Aimee went. Then it was Nick’s turn. He was sweating and he was afraid. He also had to go to the washroom quite badly and the fright made it worse. But Nick went down the aisle as fast as possible.

“Nick! Not so fast! Please go back and do it again!” Aimee told him. So he did, but he still had to go to the washroom, just as badly, if not worse. So little Nick scrunched his legs together and tried his best to hold the urine in while walking. And that was difficult because he had had a lot of sodas that day. Nick began walking, or what seemed to be walking, down the aisle of a sort of doom, for when Nick got to the middle, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore. He dropped the pillow and grabbed his penis instead. Then he crouched down on the ground, with his legs crossed over each other and his hands holding and began to wet his pants.

“I peed my pants!” Nick sobbed.

Aimee stared angrily at her ring bearer. “Now we’ll have to do it all over again, damn it!”

“Nicholas Dillon James Wilson! Do you know how much we paid for that tuxedo?! Do you know how much it will cost to get that dry-cleaned?!!” his mother shouted.

Nick started to cry as his mother continued to yell at him. He was so embarrassed!

“After this rehearsal we’re going straight home and you’re going to think about what you’ve done! Honestly, ruining an important rehearsal like this!”

The little boy wiped the tears from his eyes and went back to the starting place.

They rehearsed for about two hours, and then it was time to go home.

Jayne grabbed her son’s hand firmly and dragged him out to the station wagon. “Don’t sit on the seats! I’ll get you a towel. I can’t have you ruining my nice new car!”

The small boy sighed heavily and tried to hold back his tears. He couldn’t figure out why his mother was so cruel to him. It wasn’t his fault! …Was it?

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