Wednesday, May 07, 2014

The Last Prom Day!

Your school is the first doomsday school in the nation and your curriculum is built on the belief that the world is going to be destroyed within four months’ time, so you being president of the prom committee puts a lot of pressure on you since this will be the last prom ever.

“All in favor of ‘Time Of My Life’,” you say, asking for a show of hands. You’re trying to settle on a prom theme and theme song, and it’s been tough to get a quorum.

Only about six hands are raised.

“Okay, far from a majority,” you say. “All in favor of ‘We Are Young.’ Show of hands.”

Hardly anyone raises their hand.

The doors to the study quarters open and a girl with a guitar stands in the entrance. It’s Betty. The new girl. You saw her in the office on her first day last week and you’ve been wondering if she might end up in one of your classes. She’s walking down the aisle now in between the rows of chairs, and you can’t take your eyes off of her.

“I have a song,” she says.

You look out to the rest of the committee members. They shrug.

“Be my guest,” you say.

She pulls a chair from one of the rows and sits down with the guitar on her knee. She strums something slow and sleepy, but her voice is wide awake.

We won’t be growing old

No time to waste on that

Got only a few minutes to spare

So don’t say anything that ain’t worth saying

Don’t do anything that ain’t worth doing

Don’t kiss anyone ain’t worth kissing

And everyone here’s worth a kiss


So let’s show them all

We used to be the future

But there’s no future

There’s no future anymore


So let’s show them all

What we could have been

Show every single one of them

What we would have been


[She screams this line]

What we should have been


[quiet again]

We won’t be growing old

But we will grow as old as old can be

Let’s grow old together

Let’s grow old and die together

Let’s grow old and die.


No one’s sure she stopped playing for a few seconds. The room’s still. It’s pin-drop silent. Then the applause starts rolling through the rows. The new girl smiles and you’re in love in an instant. After a quick, unanimous vote, ‘Let’s Grow Old And Die’ is officially chosen as the theme for the very last prom in the world.

Happy The Last Prom Day!