Afterthought one-shot for Cleopatra Rocks…
A masterpiece…A true work of art. Such as is every bit of my work. She, however…Ah, yes…She…Her…My radiant Cleopatra… MY beautiful Christine… My shining star.
No star in the sky could ever even begin to be compared to Her when she sang and danced on that stage. My God…she might be one of my only-
I think back and loath the thought of myself having to scare and threaten that poor, sweet, child…I shudder at the image of those large gorgeous eye filled with tears of fear. For the first time…in a very, very long time I think I…regret… I regret… As difficult as I find it to say, I do regret…something…
Perhaps I regret letting too much of my own character seep into that Jacque fellow… One of my better performances, indeed… Or perhaps it is that I regret letting myself fall for her so completely, or as She might have so eloquently put it. "Head-over-heels".
I find myself smiling at the memory of her pouting lips, her long, chocolate-brown locks, falling over her shoulders, bouncing at the nod of her head, accenting her darling little voice.
I hated to admit it then, but it did take longer than normal to mimic her voice…Or at least that was what I told myself as I created more and more excuses to work one-on-one with her. Her with her grace and ethereal beauty.
It always astounded me how, in absolutely anything She wore…Be still my beating heart…There are no words that could describe…My God…I wish…Ah, listen to me…A love stricken fool, moping on about a lost…
Love…
…but of course…I could never fall in love…Alas, as I have been told many a time, I have no heart. She only made me feel as if I did. She made me feel warm, she made me feel wanted, she made me feel…
Loved…
Loved…I can't recall ever using that word to describe my state of being. And yet there I was all at once, wanted, loved…and in love…
I wish…But what use is there in wishing?
None.
And still, I have hope that I might see Her again. I wish…yes…I wish that I might see Her again…That I might hear Her sing…That She might forgive me…That She might look at me the as she looked as Jaque L'Roo…
The Cleopatra to my Caesar…
The Christine to my Erik…
The single most brightest star in my sky…
My Penny Parker…