“We have to win this competition,” Jacob said.
Jacob, Ellen, Francisco and Lydia were in the School of Art’s cafeteria trying to decide what they would design in the Tableau of Famous Paintings Competition. Each year the senior class was divided into teams of five students and had to produce a living tableau of some famous painting.
“Not Christina’s World,” Lydia said. “They may have won two years ago, but the administration was furious when they brought in all that dead grass.”
“How about dogs playing poker?” Jacob asked.
“Do you really want to spend two hours in a hot dog costume?” Ellen asked. “I like the Mona Lisa, that hasn’t been done and Lydia looks a little bit like her.”
“Thanks a lot. She’s got a fatter face than I have,” Lydia said.
“The Kiss.” Francisco said. “It’s complicated with all those colors and tiny details. That should impress the judges.
“Ellen. You could be the woman. Jacob, the man. We’ll get a piece of white cloth and paint it. We’ll have to do it lying down. There’s no way we could stand that long.”
They vowed themselves to secrecy. Francisco had a room off campus and they met there every minute that they weren’t in class or their jobs. Sometimes it was all four of them, sometimes they worked alone. Francisco gave them all keys to let themselves in. Twice he had come home to find Ellen asleep, a paint brush in her hand and dabs of yellow-gold paint on her face.
Lydia was there the least, but she was also took care of her sick mother. The others didn’t complain.
All the 10 teams were given one day to set up their tableaus. The other team’s projects were all standing upright. It was only The Kiss’s background board which was on the floor as the other teams set backdrops in place and made sure they wouldn’t fall.
Once done, the Kiss Team went to the cafeteria. Everyone but Ellen had a cup of coffee: she drank her usual tea. “What do you think of the competition, Guys?”
“American Gothic, that’s good. Simple, but good,” Jacob said. “Dali’s Girl with the Moon. Our real competition.”
“Sandy will never be able to hold her arm out that long,” Francisco said. “Even if they wired her arm to the backdrop.”
“Did you hear them talking about how
we should be disqualified because we’re laying on the floor?” Lydia said. She didn't say who "them" was.
The day of the competition it poured. Al the teams waited the arrival of the judges, art teachers from other schools to eliminate favoritism of their own school’s professors.
Lydia and Francisco made sure they went to the bathroom before assuming the position. Ellen made sure the cloth was in exact position.
The judges arrived: two men, two women. All were over 50.
“It’s a first for not being upright,” The oldest woman judge said.
“Nothing against it in the rules,"the other woman said.
The judges retired to confer.
“Hang in there,” Jacob said to Ellen and Francisco.
“My neck might break,” Franciso hissed without moving his head.
The judges were back and made one more round of the projects. They came to rest in front of The Kiss.
“Congratulations,”
the older woman judge said. “You can stand up now.”
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