Behind the Magic

He sits in a large oval room. Pictures of his years of work and happiness hangs around the room, with a small bar fill with nothing but Johnny Walker and Jack Daniels. The leather sofa's gives the room an expensive smell and décor for his office. His big oak desk is over flow with paper work and letters, spilling all over his fifty thousand dollar rug that his wife gave him for his 56th birthday. She wanted to give him something to remind him of home, like he wanted something that remind him of home.

Why? Why did I do this? Why was I created?...oh that's right money, to bad money is the problem he thought.

A knocking at the door interrupt his thoughts.

"Mr. Mouse, your wife waits for you at the main entrance of the door" reports Daisy

He sigh another day, and routine he thought.

"Tell her that I'm coming, oh and Daisy, tell Tatiana that I'll be waiting for her at my suite, at eight" he told his assistant

He slip in his yellow leather shoes, through the years the shoes and his style change. But now a lot of people recognize him with this current outfit. His Ralph Lauren red pants and semi tux top, he is ready for the day and night. With one smooth motion he steps out of his leather chair and walk over towards his assistant Daisy, who is in charge of all his affairs. He walks through the maple wood doors with golden doors knobs, to the hallway that is fill with blue and gold drapes, the columns is decorate with gold strips, the rug that fill the hallway is 100% red silk, his wife idea. With each step towards the main door, the more he didn't want to go, and deal with his …problems. Even through, he has big feet, his steps never make a sound, although his voice is high and girly, he speaks with authority and demand. He is the tyrant and king, the children watch him with happiness and glory. He is happiness and dreams that come true, that's what the children see him as, on the other hand the parents see him as a greedy overly price bastard. But no parent complain to the press or media, they would not believe them, not with him being so generous with the sick, especially with the children who has cancer.

Soon he steps in a large white room, the huge picture of his father hangs in the left side of the room. Juxtapose to the picture are the people who he work with, for the last 85 years including old Pete. The man who is his enemy for life, if only the people knew about Pete…preference for men, they wouldn't treat him like a lord, more a like girl with balls. The princesses pictures cover the right side of the wall. He counted how many time he screw each and every one of them, expect for the new one, Tatiana.

She will learn her place he thought.

"Daisy, tell Jasmine that I will come down to the dungeon after the parade to deal with Donald, and his…mess" he tells his assistant.

Daisy nodded and waggle away.

She always has a nice ass he thought.

A shiver crawl up his spine, nerves were coming, that or his wife is mad at him. He pause and turn to look himself in a mirror, that is place below the picture of Ariel. 85 years old and he still look the same. Some retouches were necessary, but he still kept the same look with different features.

"About time you come!" shout his wife. Stomping in the room

He turns to see his wife of 80 years. Her red polish Marc Fisher heels, and red and poked dotted Rachel Roy dress, with a black mink fur shoulder coat, is all beautiful however; her face is mad like a bull.

Another day, just another day. I must keep cool or else everything will burn to a crisp He thought. He look at his wife an wonder about their marriage and how it came to be. Such love at the beginning of their marriage and their lives, then soon corruption came and took the place of their hearts and their marriage. Now that's all it is, corruption to the core of this dream palace . He turns back around to the mirror to adjust his tux top, and give his wife a valuable excuse that won't question their marriage or his authority.

"Sorry am late, I did have to finish the financial statement concerning with the new release of Captain America, I got to say, buying marvel was a great idea" he said to his wife while fixing his bow tie

"I didn't care about the stupid movie! If we run this parade late, people might talk!" explain his wife.

"let them talk" he said without worry in his voice.

No one will question our marriage, I'll make sure of that he thought. His face is determine with nothing but absolute ambition of his authority. He turns around again to look at his wife.

She is less mad, but he knows he will hear this topic once more. He grab her arm to bring his wife closer to him. Her red lipstick still shine even in his dim lit shadow, he kiss her on her cheek and give her the old smile, that wins over children of all ages. She looks at him with a blank stare, and turns her head away from him and look straight at the white painted maple wood doors.

"How long are you going to be late this time?" She ask him and a distant voice.

"Only a couple of hours, I need to speak with one of the princess, she been acting like she owns the place, I need to put her back into place…..that's all" he explain he loops his arm around his wife.

Her arm feels weight less and grip less. He tighten his hold around his wife arm, he straighten himself up, and dust off his pants. He look at his wife, sorrow is in her face but as soon as the doors are open she slap on an award winning smile.

Everything must be perfect no matter what he thought.