The Return Of The Barber And The Past
Thank you all for all of your kind reviews. Here we are at chapter 2, my my. So let's review... Benjamin Barker had been giving Nellie notes for some time and he didn't want her to open them until he said so. Now though, uh ohes, he's been sent to Australia on a false charge. What is our dear baker to do? As so many have said: I do not own Sweeney Todd, though that movie's awesomization. Not owning him makes me feel odd, and now enjoy Realization. Yes, I'm doing this Dr. Seuss style.
Mrs. Nellie Lovett stood at her counter preparing meat pies for anyone that would come in. Her pie business had gone downhill since Mrs. Mooney had come in a few houses down the road. It was all her fault Nellie told herself, her and her filthy pies. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Mooney's adoring customers finding out what their precious pies were made out of. She understood that the price of meat was high, but cat meat? She continued to cut up the food she was working on with her knife, the whole time cursing Mallory Mooney in her mind. She heard the door of her shop creak open, but she continued working. Upon seeing that the stranger was about to leave, she gasped "A customer!" She stuck the knife in the counter and approached him singing. *Worst Pies In London goes here. I didn't want to waste space writing out the lines.*
She picked up the rolling pin again and poited it inhis direction. "Trust me dearie, it's gonna take more than ale to wash that taste out." She rose and started towardss her parlor. "Come wiv' me and we'll get you a nice tumbler of gin." He followed her into the back parlor as she told him to sit in a chair by the lit fireplace. She told him the story of 'a barber and his wife.' *Poor Thing. Again, I didn't want to waste space writing out the lines. Yes, I'm being increadbely lazy, but there are more serious matters here!* The barber stood tall and answered, more like screamed at the top of his lungs, "NOOOOOO! Would no one have mercy on her?"
Mrs. Lovett darted her glace to the dark stranger and said surprised "So it is you, Benjamin Barker!" Benjamin, or should I say Sweeney, gave her a look of displeasure. "Where is Lucy? Where is my wife?" The baker went on to explain how his wife had been raped by the very Judge that had sent him toAustralia, and had poisoned herself. She also explained how his daughter Johanna had also been kidnapped by the horrid man. In brief-The Judge was an insensitive jerky perv! *I mean, I like Alan Rickman and think he's an awesome actor-but I don't feel any of those same feelings for Turpin. Yuck*
After trying to show some sympathy for the torn barber, he turned back toward her. "No, not Barker, that man is dead. It's Todd now, Sweeney Todd. And he will have his revenge." Mrs. Lovett didn't care what new name this man before her had, she had her Ben back. And this time, she wouldn't let anything or anybody take him away from her again!"
She happily led him up the stairs to his old tonsorial parlor. She happily let him be with his 'friends' and she let him sing to them. She was even content to leave him to his razors, content with the simple fact that the man she loved was back in her life once more. She made her way downstairs after he had sent her away. She understood his wanting her to leave, he wanted to be with his razors again, he had always been fond of the shiny objects. Even though he had never called them his friends before, then again, he was a new man now.
She walked into the pie shop and cleaned up the pie and ale he had left on the table and sighed as she thought about him. "Welcome back love, if you only knew what love means from me to you." That was when she remembered it, love. And what did love remind her of, valentine's day! She gasped at the thought of remembering the notes after so many years of them being abandoned and untouched. Those notes were like Mr. Barker's, no, Todd's razors in a way. They had both gone 15 years without being touched once. She quickly ran into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. She walked over the her closet cautiously as if she was expecting something/someone to jump out of it. She opened the door and looked all over, she finally saw the box behind some other old memories. She took it out and brought it over to her bed. She put it on the bed and brushed off all of the collected dust. She held it to her stomach, imagining what could be written on all of the notes. There was no wasting time wondering, she had to know. That was when she remembered, Benjamin had told her not to open the notes until he told her to. He was dead though, right? Remembering several minutes back, she recalled Sweeney's words: " No, not Barker, that man is dead." She nodded her head and took the lid off of the box slowly. She did not know what the notes would say, so she had no way of knowing what would occur because of them. And therefore, she didn't know of the effects the notes would have on her, especially emotionally.
I really hope you enjoyed chapter 2. I was going to put more in here, but it was getting kinda long. And I wanted to be able to put something in chapter 3, lol. Plus I'm listening to a really sad song right now (not Mi Mancherai again) and it's making me sad. :( P.S. I'm so nervous and excited right now because I auditioned for my school's production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night tonight! I'm hoping! *Crosses fingers.* I hope you wish me to 'break a leg' at getting a part in your reviews. That would make me feel even happier than just getting a review. Peace!
