{"id":2065,"date":"2016-09-05T09:12:11","date_gmt":"2016-09-05T16:12:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/?p=2065"},"modified":"2018-03-05T14:25:09","modified_gmt":"2018-03-05T21:25:09","slug":"mr-bosman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/archives\/2065","title":{"rendered":"Mr. Bosman"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Twin Falls<\/em> painting by Winkler and Nolan<\/a><\/p>\n

Tim Bosman, forty-seven, boyish and playful and a superb acting coach, has been the Drama teacher at Carlyle High in Rincon, Idaho, for the last fifteen years. And though he has been happily married to Sarah for twelve years and they have produced two lovely children together, many people in Rincon still think Mr. Bosman is gay.<\/p>\n

When he was twenty-one and freshly out of college, Tim moved to New York City and spent four years striving to succeed as a stage actor before moving to Los Angeles and spending six years laboring in the lower echelons of the movie business. And though he came close on several occasions to landing juicy roles, he never did get a big break and finally gave up his quest for stardom and became a high school Drama teacher.<\/p>\n

His bitterness about not succeeding as a professional actor eventually evaporated and nowadays Tim loves his job, loves his wife, loves his children, loves his students, and could care less that some people think he is gay. He directs three plays a year at the high school and one play every summer at the Rincon Community Center, last year\u2019s A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum<\/i> a huge success.<\/p>\n

Many of Tim\u2019s students are so inspired by working with him that they major in Drama in college, and one of Tim\u2019s students, Rip Morgan, is now a regular cast member of the mega-popular sit-com Get Outta My Face<\/i>. Thus for aspiring thespians at Carlyle High, Tim is a god, his approval sought by dozens of insecure teenagers, mostly girls, who make casting the school plays a hellish ordeal for Tim and his wife Sarah who lives through the anguished hours with him as he decides who among his charges to make deliriously happy and who to reduce to emotional rubble.<\/p>\n

Today is the last day of school before the blessed summer break; and the tradition at Carlyle High for as long as anyone can remember is for the five hundred students, forty-three teachers, nineteen administrators, and seven maintenance people to convene at day\u2019s end on the football field for a mammoth barbecue. Staff and students and parents and former students gather to eat hamburgers and hot dogs and wish each other well until next year, or to say goodbye to those going to college or entering the work force or leaving town.<\/p>\n

And it has become Tim\u2019s tradition to use this finale on the football field as the time for speaking privately with each of his Drama students and thanking them and encouraging them and wishing them well. The graduating seniors who have taken Drama from Tim especially look forward to this day, for they have been told by those who have gone before them that Mr. Bosman becomes uncharacteristically emotional with his seniors at the end-of-the-year barbecue and says things he would never say in class or while directing a play. Mr. Bosman, as one former student declared, becomes a fountain of loving wisdom at the barbecue, and loving wisdom is what his students crave.<\/p>\n

This year\u2019s barbecue is an especially poignant affair for Tim because the two finest actors he has ever had the pleasure of working with are graduating. Consuela Valdez\u2014tall, curvaceous, loquacious, and drop-dead funny\u2014is going to UCLA, while Aaron Goldberg\u2014short, stocky, and screamingly droll\u2014is going to Reed. Consuela and Aaron have been in thirteen plays together since their freshman year and are inseparable pals, though they have never been sweethearts.<\/p>\n

So after Daisy Alexander, a ditzy junior, is surfeited with Tim\u2019s praise, Tim decides to bestow his fond farewells on Consuela and Aaron together.<\/p>\n

Now as it happens, the moment Tim raises his hand to summon Aaron and Consuela for their grand denouement, Aaron is at the apogee of a seminal conversation with Didi Schlesinger, a lovable squeaky-voiced ing\u00e9nue who has the regrettable habit of forgetting her lines at crucial moments in front of large audiences. Aaron and Didi are finalizing their plan to meet tonight to climax three years of relentless flirting by going all the way with each other.<\/p>\n

Also as it happens, in this same moment of Tim\u2019s beckoning, Consuela is reveling in an erotic t\u00eate-\u00e0-t\u00eate with Larry Spangler, the blue-eyed bad boy Tim cast in Rebel With A Toothache<\/i>\u2014Larry brilliant in rehearsals but so drunk on opening night he ruined the play. Consuela and Larry\u2019s conversation is also about going all the way together tonight, an experience Consuela has imagined several hundred times since Larry kissed her during the dress rehearsal of the ill-fated Rebel With A Toothache<\/i> and she nearly passed out from the pleasure of their lips coalescing.<\/p>\n

And so when Aaron and Didi and Consuela and Larry converge on Tim\u2014his two finest conjoined with his two most disappointing\u2014Tim is more than a little chagrined. But before he can settle on an appropriately kind way to ask Larry and Didi to leave him alone with Aaron and Consuela, the unexpected occurs.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m honored, Mr. Bosman\u201d says Larry, speaking in his marvelous smoky tenor, \u201ctruly honored you would call me over here with Connie and Aaron and Didi. I seriously screwed up. I let you down. And I let myself down, too. Yet you still include me with these two who never failed you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tim is about to reply to Larry when Didi proclaims with nary a trace of squeakiness, \u201cMe, too, Mr. Bosman. I\u2019m honored, too. But more than honored, I\u2019m determined to prove you right for believing in me despite my screw-ups. You make me want to keep going, keep trying, keep working to bring my unafraid self to life on the stage. And I will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDitto moi,\u201d says Larry, putting his arm around Consuela. \u201cI\u2019m not going to UCLA, but I am<\/i> going to LA, and make it or not, I\u2019m gonna try. That\u2019s what you gave me, Mr. Bosman. For which I can never thank you enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNor can I thank you enough,\u201d says Didi, winking at Tim. \u201cAnd now we\u2019ll leave you alone with your stars.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh don\u2019t go,\u201d says Tim, seeing himself getting off the bus in New York City twenty-five years ago. \u201cEverything I say to them is meant for you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

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