"Your life had no value before me"


One more night passed. One more performance behind. Marcus was walking around the backstage gathering his papers from the floor all over the place. Today he threw them as they were given to him because he was so disappointed of the job that their maestro was doing recently. Simple and terribly arranged pitiful plays, some even with political theme for entertainment of the so called "superiors" visiting from time to time for reason no bigger than using the private lodges with different young "ladies". That was something Marcus could withstand but something so OBVIOUS as the last night performance has gone too far. He even refused to play his part and so the payment of all actors was cut in half because of him. The others on the other hand would never stand against him because only Marcus who stood between them and the director when they failed. If it wasn't for his best friend it would not matter but the man needed money in order to marry. His beloved one was already starting to look… fuller… and there was no time to waste.
As Marcus discussed that with himself unknowing about the presence of someone else a crack from the wooden planks on the floor made him turn.
Far behind was standing a woman in long and elegant dark cloak hiding behind one of the curtains looking for something. "Ah a visitor… They never learn not to come here." – he thought while going to "direct" the young lady. Moving in his distinctive tact he took some kind of flower from the near vase and went straight for the back of the stage. After taking the first turn behind the wall he grabbed the near rope and released the weight from the upper level repelling him straight up. With one skilled kick he pushed himself away from the wall and travelled all the way from the one side of the stage to the other hidden by the fallen curtains without even causing the slightest breeze. So smooth, so elegant, that was how he liked it. After a moment to take a breath he checked the near rope and with the flower in mouth he rushed straight down landing softly behind her. Just now he saw how pretty the young woman was. Luscious black curls falling over her delicate shoulders and partially covering her firm face lines. After a quick glance around he found himself without anything to make a proper entry so he reached for his back pocket in haste and once again not doves but a torrent of PAPERS filled the air with their flutter. As she turned he was there bowing with a rose in hand.