TWO SIDES OF THE COIN

 

 

 

For example, when the preparations for the freshman prom were in full swing, Áron was immediately recruited by one or two more down-to-earth, slightly trashy teenage guys, saying that he would be good as a background singer, since the original vocals will also be playbacked at the actual let-your-hair-down-party.
"My dear!" Don't be such a little b***h! You'll see, it's all going to be crazy! - another classmate tried to encourage him, who had a divine spark, so to speak, and wanted to be a successful rock singer, for whom the hot bombshells would just die.
"Now stay wasted while we spray your hair with colored hair dye!" You're going to be a rapper by blood, my little one, just hang around a bit! - he didn't waste any more words. He pulled out a bottle of hair dye and began to spray Áron's wire-like hair with a thick, unpleasant dark green color. After barely ten minutes, he finished and looked at himself in the mirror. Áron really saw a completely unknown, wild stranger in the mirror. It's as if his clumsy, hapless exterior, characteristic of the usual idiots, has disappeared, to be replaced by a wilder, edgier, restless alter ego to take the initiative over his slightly messed-up life.
- You see! Little buddy! That's what it's all about! �" the teenager sent Áron home with that, who had to practice in front of the large hall mirror for the evening's performance that evening. He mainly had to correct and change the movements with the microphone.
The unfortunate part of the matter came when Áron successfully sweated the unsightly green dye from his hair during the night. "What will happen now? Gábor tutti will surely cut me off or break all my bones!" - ominous thoughts raced through his mind. He even promised his mother heaven and earth if she would help him get out of this hopeless situation.
- My heart! I know your new friends are important and you want to fit in, but don't you think this is just a minor accident?! asked his mother, who had no intention of buying green hair dye and spritzing it on her son's freshly washed hair again.
"Then it's definitely over for me!" - he thought aloud, then pulled his winter cap on his head and headed back to the freshman party late in the afternoon, where everyone was already burning with heightened fever of excitement.
"Don't forget my treasure!" Have a great time and don't pay attention to those who don't like it! - encouraged and encouraged by his delicate mother.
"Thanks... mother... I'll try to go home..." he jumped into the elevator and took the whole apartment complex on his shoulders. He was constantly thinking about his newly minted, slightly trashy boyfriend ripping a strap off his back, or better yet, slapping him for ruining his rapper hairstyle in the course of a single night.
"God is my mother, I took care of her like the world of my eyes!" - he repeated to himself all the time, until he left the housing estate and turned into one of the side streets, which ended exactly in front of the main building of the high school.
When he got to the high school building, the prom was already in full swing. A fantastically colorful cavalcade of colorful balloons where the eye can see, and of course the usual, raging, ear-splitting cacophony of disco music in all quantities.
Áron really couldn't even know where his head was going, that he was wildly avoiding so many people and could only move in steps. Even so, it took him at least twenty-five minutes before he managed to get into the large dining room opening from the great hall, where the initiation of the actual freshmen had already begun.
The girls were the most beautiful. In their cocktail-like, pretty, stylish dresses, they seemed both devilish, calculating angels and characters who wanted to be adults as soon as possible, even though they were not really aware of their childish feelings.
Since it would have been difficult for him to cover his large body, he tried to sneak in between the rows of people sitting on the chairs so that they could not even notice that he would be one of the performers of the evening, moreover, in the capacity of a rapper.
"And where the hell have you been, little friend?" - the trashy teenager looked at him angrily, also wearing a checkered shirt, black pants, and sunglasses worthy of rappers, and with dyed hair, he was already prepared well in advance for the mood of the frenzied evening, while his best friend pulled his mouth shut and shook his head when he saw Áron. The sneaky guy immediately grabbed Áron's winter hat, and that's when the bomb exploded:
"What the hell did you do with your b***h, honey?" he shouted in a voice that screamed in his ears. "Do you know how much preparation this whole snowstorm required?" �" the mood actually threatened to explode, and Áron could actually believe for a moment that his new friend was beating him like a pitiful worm, but instead he was unexpectedly beaten by the sneaky guy �" either because time was tight and they were soon to follow, or because he couldn't stand all this commotion - he immediately put an inverted baseball cap in Áron's freshly washed, original dark brown hair, put on a pair of awkward sunglasses, and then came the microphone - which exceptionally wasn't turned on - and Áron already looked like , like a bad guy from some notoriously dangerous neighborhood.
"Well, then go scubing, my f*****s!" We will come right away! the guy gave a briefing. "If you dare to f**k me this evening, I swear that you will be farted for the next four years!" Understood?!
His friend nodded seriously, and Áron tried to suppress his fear in sips and nodded several times like an idiot.
The disco and house music blared with the booming horn, which made it impossible to understand not only each other's words, but also the reactions of the given environment. They started dancing already. At least Áron, who tried to do everything the way the guy showed him. He had no desire to beat her. Inevitably, history and the physical education teacher stood out to him as they watched the debut of their three-person musical trio with ardent eyes. Most of the teachers seemed to be having a great time, and on some level, maybe that was all that mattered. To make the best of the evening so that no one can be disappointed in them.
For a long time, Áron could believe that there would never be an end to the unknown, English-language carousing, of which he only understood a word or two, since the majority of the rappers could swear rather harshly, because it was as if the music also carried darker messages. This kind of thing can be discovered in music videos. Their small musical production was barely twelve minutes long, but their introduction was greeted by a huge, non-stop storm of applause thanks to Áron's dance, which was a transition between the waltz and certain rhythmic aerobic movements, topped of course with a good amount of improvisation skills.
All three quickly got off the stage and disappeared backstage to change. They could still hear the storm of applause when the boy congratulated his good friend, who left them alone and left the school party in a hurry.
"Well, my dear!" You're nothing... - he pressed a peach on his head. "Compared to the fact that I thought it would be an ugly fall, you pulled us out of the mess nicely." See you next week! he scolded her, but he didn't shake hands with her, just now he didn't scold her or embarrass her.
As Áron left the school party with a quiet Englishness, he tried to think through and analyze every detail. "I'm going to have a lot of trouble with this mischievous guy in the near future!" - he stated to himself, and after that he used all his thoughts to figure out how to make friends with people with whom he may not be on the same wavelength or in common interests, but who still need each other in order to survive the trials and tribulations of troubled adolescence. .