Jibreel

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Jibreel
[Alpenhorn, 2022]

“Another glitch in the production,” complained Ali. I just stared open-mouthed at Jib, up there. Especially his—um—pecker and cherries. Just listen to the audience react! They were impressed, too!

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Let me explain the situation. Here in Ohio (and I guess in various other places, too, where the weather is right) there are outdoor dramas staged nightly during the summer.

The main production that our town was known for, Tecumseh, the same show every year, is staged six nights a week from Memorial Day to Labor Day. But the seventh night they stage another show. An experimental show, different every year. This year, a boy called Jibreel got a small part in the ‘other’ show. He played an angel. When I heard that, I laughed. In real life he is more of a devil. He is a year younger than me, but even so I had not been spared from his pranks.

Tonight, Jib’s older brother Ali invited my sister Mara (she was sort of his girlfriend) to come with him to see the show. Mom said Mara had to bring along her little sister—me. Ali had helped with the staging and the rehearsals, but now he had no further responsibilities.

The open-air stage is surrounded on all four sides with bleachers. Above it is a scaffolding where they have lights and can lower this or that down to be part of the show. (In this show there was a ‘hanging dais’ for the angel.)

We took our seats. The show would start when it was dark enough. While we waited for that, Ali talked about the production. (Mainly he was talking to Mara, but I could hear what he said.) Capacity seating is 400. There were about 350 tonight.

One of Ali’s stories was about getting Jib to agree to wear the costume—a white robe with nothing else. (“No underwear?” Ali imitated Jib’s horrified reaction in a squeaky voice.) The director had explained one of her crackpot theories, that all the actors were to be in absolutely authentic costumes. Ali was laughing about how that big important woman, with credits on Broadway, convinced Jib that she knew what angels wear.

No,I thought to myself: Angels should be naked. That would give Jib what he deserves! Of course, at that time I did not know my wish would come true.

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Well, the show was pretty boring for me. The actors were talking about some sort of philosophical stuff. Maybe high-schoolers like Ali and Mara know about that. But I’m just in middle school.

Finally, after half an hour, the angel arrived. The hanging dais was lowered from above. Think of something like a child’s swing. There was a board at the bottom, and two chains holding it up. The angel (Jib) stood on the board and his hands held the chains. He was lowered down to a spot just above the heads of the other actors, where he spoke his lines.

There were some silvery wings, extending above Jib’s head—they were fastened to the chains, not to Jib himself. Jib had golden hair, standing up randomly in all directions. He wore a long-sleeved white robe. In the spotlights, he looked formidable. The robe came down to just beyond his knees.

“Still not working,” Ali muttered after Jib finished his lines. “There is supposed to be a light on the footpad he is standing on. But it never seems to work.” I thought the angel looked amazing even without that extra light. The spotlights made the white robe and the silver wings seem almost too bright to look at.

Jib’s lights were turned off. The action among the other actors continued. The unlit angel remained in place above their heads. Even without direct light, I could still watch Jib instead of the boring play.

Controlled by the stage-hands above, the hanging dais gradually turned. Jib faced all parts of the audience, one after the other. Today was a bit windy. I noticed that when Jib was facing to my left, and the wind was blowing from directly behind him, the white gown pressed against his body, showing all the ins and outs. Nice looking butt, I thought.

Later, there was another gust of wind when Jib was facing to my right. The robe clung to the front of his body. Oh, yes, I noted with interest. There is definitely a boy in there.

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Much later, the light in the foot pad of the hanging dais suddenly blinked a couple of times and came on. That light wasn’t completely broken after all. Woah! That light shone up inside Jib’s gown. It lit his naked body. And we could see everything through the white cloth of the gown. Everything! Just as though there were no gown at all. At that sight, I caught my breath. Half the audience did, too. There was whispering and murmuring while that half told the others what to look at.

Jib, who didn’t know anything was wrong, just continued to stand there. I wonder how many kids from our school are in the audience tonight? I thought. Jib will never live this down! I wonder if any of them will defy the ban on photography during the show?

“Another glitch in the production,” complained Ali.

“What do you mean?” Mara said when she stopped laughing.

“Well, we can all see the problem.” Can we ever! I was thinking. That’s not a ‘problem’. That’s an amazing exhibition.

“The lighting technician and the costume lady never discussed things with each other: With lighting from below like that, we should have used a more opaque material for the gown. We couldn’t catch it during rehearsals, since they were all done in daylight.”

Finally it was time for the angel’s next appearance. The spotlights lit his robe, and we could no longer see Jib’s naked body. But it was nice while it lasted!

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