So any psychologist, back-seat therapist, talk-show host, or modern housewife will tell you: lying in a relationship is bad. Guaranteed ticket to a quick end. And yet, every now and then, a little lying can actually improve the relationship. Let me sum up.. No.. not enough. Lemme e'splain.
Back when I was in college working on my final attempt (thus far) at completing my degree, I stumbled upon a young lady whom I shared an evening schedule with including a sizable gap in the early evening before our last classes of the night. How we met is a geeky story I'll save for another time, but the point is, we found ourselves spending our evening break together more and more frequently, and sometimes to the point where we'd just not go to our evening class. It was the best time I ever had ditching classes. :-)
One particular evening, I had remembered that the symphony was going to have a performance that weekend, and that night was one of their rehearsal nights. Being that the symphony played on campus at the performance hall, and in the interest of students, their rehearsals were open, and you could take your books in and study to the sounds of whatever classical was on the bill for the weekend. At least, that's how they used to do it.
That particular night, I found out the hard way that they didn't offer that anymore. Unknowingly, I took my lady friend to the front doors hoping to get a chance to listen to some music with her, and when we arrived, the doors were locked. Someone inside had noticed us trying the doors and had asked what we needed. I explained my understanding of how rehearsals worked, and this gentleman apologized and kindly explained that things had changed and that rehearsals were no longer open.
Disappointed, we stepped away and began walking from the door. We took a seat at some stonework benches in the courtyard and sat and contemplated what to do next for the evening. At that moment, I noticed the conductor of the symphony at the green-room door ushering in his musicians for the night, and at that moment, with a little prodding from my lass, I walked up to him and explained our situation and my original impression of how the rehearsals were open.
He graciously explained some particular reason for the change, which I don't recall, but I seem to remember it having to do with money (don't most things?) and that they needed to close them now.
Crestfallen, we began to step away when suddenly, we heard him question us: "Do you have tickets for the performance this weekend?"
I swear to $deity that I wasn't deliberately trying to impress my lady friend when I responded with a timid falsehood.
"Yes. Yes we do."
"You have tickets to the performance?" he confirmed.
"Saturday evening," I lied with a greater confidence.
"Well..." he said, "I guess then it isn't that big a deal if you guys come in tonight."
My jaw hit the floor.
"Please come in," he ushered us into the green-room,"and if anybody asks, tell them you are my guests."
We quickly obliged, thanked him profusely, found good seats, and vibrated with excitement of what we had just done!
As the orchestra seated and tuned, the original young man who stopped us at the front doors wandered by and remembered us. He walked up and asked how we had gotten in.
As we had been instructed, "We're guests of the conductor!"
He paused a moment, smiled rather largely at the pair of us, and said, "Good for you!" and wandered off.
We were masters of our domain that night. King and queen. The symphony played for US!
It was that night that I fell in love with Rachmaninoff's Concerto #2. And further in love with a certain brunette goddess. The swells and the tension of the piece were overwhelming!
While things didn't work out in the end (and not as a result of any lying. hehe), I still look back very fondly of that evening, and to this day, my heart soars every time I hear that particular Rachmaninoff concerto. :-)