Disclaimer: Baz, I'm sorry for turning your tragic heroine into a
nineteenth-century sort-of Sibyl. But there was a research paper to be
written, and damned if I was going to do that instead.
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Opening night, and the star of the show was avidly carrying on a conversation with herself inside her head. Better that than dwelling on the less pleasant thoughts that were running through it.
She was an actress; it was only natural that she carry around a multitude of characters. Dozens of miniature Satine manifestations, each one exemplifying a different facet of the Diamond. Wilting flower, smoldering temptress, more than she could list. It attested to her skill, truly. But Jesus, did they all have to start bickering /now/?
He's right, you know, one was declaring. If anyone knows what's good for a show, it's Harold. He wouldn't have asked anything of you he felt wasn't essential to its success.
Ah, Satine, another tsked, you've done it now. Go on, talk to yourself. No one else is left to listen, now that you've fallen this far. Or is the disease now affecting the mind as well as the body?
She nearly giggled at her predicament. The whirlwind of deception had taken its toll and the ribbons of her dual life had finally tangled, leaving her with a shattered heart and a blood-red mouth Zidler had carefully filled with platitudes. Hurt him to save him, he had said. And, unspoken but understood, utilize your enlightenment for the good of all. She had done her work well, as was expected of a leading lady. Christian was gone, and here she was draped in diamonds, the heavy headdress weighing down her mind just as much as her thoughts. The Sparkling Diamond, calm and classy, coming apart at the seams. She'd go out with a flourish, no doubt about it; quite a fitting end.
You asked for it, a voice chided inside her head. You wanted to be a star, now deal with the consequences.
Yes. Yes, I know. I've made it this far.
Far? You've made it nowhere, cried another voice. He loved you. You knew he loved you and you threw him away all the same
I had no choice.
Everyone has choices. It's part of being human, having the freedom to make decisions. Or have you become so much of a plaything that the ability has left you?
GodohGodohGodIdontwanttothinkaboutit. Leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone. I have to be onstage soon.
It laughed derisively. Oh, of course. Can't hinder you now. The star. The Real Actress.
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Opening night, and the star of the show was avidly carrying on a conversation with herself inside her head. Better that than dwelling on the less pleasant thoughts that were running through it.
She was an actress; it was only natural that she carry around a multitude of characters. Dozens of miniature Satine manifestations, each one exemplifying a different facet of the Diamond. Wilting flower, smoldering temptress, more than she could list. It attested to her skill, truly. But Jesus, did they all have to start bickering /now/?
He's right, you know, one was declaring. If anyone knows what's good for a show, it's Harold. He wouldn't have asked anything of you he felt wasn't essential to its success.
Ah, Satine, another tsked, you've done it now. Go on, talk to yourself. No one else is left to listen, now that you've fallen this far. Or is the disease now affecting the mind as well as the body?
She nearly giggled at her predicament. The whirlwind of deception had taken its toll and the ribbons of her dual life had finally tangled, leaving her with a shattered heart and a blood-red mouth Zidler had carefully filled with platitudes. Hurt him to save him, he had said. And, unspoken but understood, utilize your enlightenment for the good of all. She had done her work well, as was expected of a leading lady. Christian was gone, and here she was draped in diamonds, the heavy headdress weighing down her mind just as much as her thoughts. The Sparkling Diamond, calm and classy, coming apart at the seams. She'd go out with a flourish, no doubt about it; quite a fitting end.
You asked for it, a voice chided inside her head. You wanted to be a star, now deal with the consequences.
Yes. Yes, I know. I've made it this far.
Far? You've made it nowhere, cried another voice. He loved you. You knew he loved you and you threw him away all the same
I had no choice.
Everyone has choices. It's part of being human, having the freedom to make decisions. Or have you become so much of a plaything that the ability has left you?
GodohGodohGodIdontwanttothinkaboutit. Leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone. I have to be onstage soon.
It laughed derisively. Oh, of course. Can't hinder you now. The star. The Real Actress.