The night was young, and Philip Kiriakis new it. He sat in his Mercedes Benz outside the Wesley house. He held in his hand a photograph of his beloved Chloe Lane. In the other hand was a bouquet of long-stem roses. He got out and went to the front door. Before he had a chance to knock, she opened the door. "Whoa, baby," he said. "You psychic."
"Well, don't you agree that it's a little suspicious to hear a car pull up in front of your house and the no one getting out?" she asked rhetorically.
"Did I scare you?" he asked.
"I knew it was you," she said. "I know your car." She let him in. He handed her the roses and a pang of guilt flared inside her. She would have to tell him sooner or later that she kissed Brady.
Philip wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Where are Craig and Nancy?" he asked.
"At some fancy hospital banquet or whatever," said Chloe not really caring.
"Good," said Philip, kissing Chloe's lips with every bit of passion within him.
Chloe kissed him back and then thought of that day at the beach. Her lips met with Brady's and now her unfaithful lips were meeting with Philips. She pushed him away and turned around. He was stunned. "Chloe, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Philip," she said, taking a deep breath, "I have something I need to tell you. That day at the beach... I kissed Brady."
At L'Ange, Belle rested her head on Shawn's shoulder as they watched Sarah sing. Abby rolled her eyes as she began blowing bubbles in her chocolate milk.
Shawn flashed her a look. "Abby, cut it out."
"Don't even start," she said. "There were no previously mentioned rules about blowing bubbles in milk." She looked over at Brady, who was entranced by the voice and beauty of this young singer.
The song ended and everyone clapped. Brady clapped the loudest. "Oh my God, he's alive," said Abby sarcastically to Brady.
"Hmm?" he asked.
"You were off in dreamland somewhere," she said.
"Sorry," he said, "I just got lost in the song."
"Do you like music?" asked a cute English voice from above him.
Brady looked up, surprised to see Sarah standing there. "Yeah, I do," he said.
"Perhaps you'd like to sing with me," she said.
"Oh, but I—" he began.
"No buts, come with me." She took his hand and lead him backstage. She looked into his eyes. "I'll bet I can guess your name. Is it... Brady?"
"Yes!" he said, amazed. "How did you guess that?"
"I have my methods," she said with a smile. "Now, for music. Do you know anything from Andrew Lloyd Webber's Sunset Blvd?"
"Yeah," he said. "What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking maybe 'Too Much In Love To Care.' Do you know that one?"
"I love that one." He smile.
"Fantastic! Let's practice for a few minutes."
They practiced the song, failing to realize they weren't alone. Abby spied on them from the doorway. "Oh, there is no way she's stealing my man," said Abby.
"And you are doing what here, young lady?" came a familiar voice from behind her.
She turned around. "Shawn! Hey there. Um, I was just looking to see how the lights and everything worked."
"Sure you were, now come back," he said.
"But I—"
"Abby," he said. "If you get into any trouble, your mother will kill me. Then my mother will have a field day on whatever's left. Then I'll come back from the dead and haunt you, so to avoid all forms of revenge, come with me."
She rolled her eyes. "Alright."
Philip stood there stunned by Chloe's confessions. How could she? Why did she do it? A million different questions and emotions ran through his head, but one came on stronger than all the rest: jealousy.
"Philip?" Chloe said, nervously. "I love you."
"If that were true, why the hell did you kiss Brady?"
"I know. There's no excuse for what I did," she said.
"Damn straight!" he shot back.
"Philip, I told him I only wanted to be with you."
"Yeah, well until I see proof that he's with someone else, you can forget about us." He walked out, leaving Chloe in tears.
The lights lowered in L'Ange. Sarah and Brady walked out onto the stage. "Good evening, all," she said. "Tonight, I have a special guest. His name is Brady Black and we are going to sing a duet."
"What is he doing up there?" Belle asked herself.
Sarah spoke again. "Now, here is the song, 'Too Much In Love To Care.'" The music began and she sang beautifully. "When I was a kid, I played on this street. I'd always loved illusion. I thought make-believe was truer than life, but now it's all confusion. Please can you tell me what's happening? I just don't know anymore. If this is real, how should I feel? What should I look for?"
Brady rang in with, "If you were smart, you would keep on walking out of my life as fast as you can. I'm not the one you should pin your hopes on. You're falling for the wrong kind of man. This is crazy. You know, we should call it a day. Sound advice, great advice, let's throw it away. I can't control all the things I'm feeling. I haven't got a prayer. If I'm a fool, well, I'm too much in love to care. I knew where I was, I'd given up hope. Made friends with disillusion. No one in my life, but I look at you and now it's all confusion."
Sarah sang her part, "Please can you tell me what's happening. I just don't know anymore. If this is real, how should I feel? What should I look for? I thought I had everything I needed. My life was set. My dreams were in place. My heart could see way into the future. All of that goes when I see your face. I should hate you. There I was, the world in my hand. Can one kiss kiss away everything I planned? I can't control all the things I'm feeling. I'm floating in mid air. I know it's wrong, but I'm too much in love to care."
Then together, they sang in perfect harmony. "I thought I had everything I needed. My life was set. My dreams were in place. My heart could see way into the future. All of that goes when I see your face. This is crazy. You know, we should call it a day. Sound advice, great advice, let's throw it away. I can't control all the things I'm feeling. We're floating in mid air. If we are fools, then we're too much in love to care. If we are fools, then we're too much in love to care!"
The room gave a standing ovation. Abby was the only one who remained seated. She just watched with growing dislike for Sarah.
Brady and Sarah stood, entranced in each other's eyes, completely oblivious to the applause. They could no longer fight the magnetism between them and their lips joined in a kiss.
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NEXT TIME: Abby goes to the only person she thinks can help her get Brady.
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"TOO MUCH IN LOVE TO CARE"
Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Don Black & Christopher Hampton
Produced by The Really Useful Company, Inc.
Published by The Really Useful Group Ltd.
From Sunset Blvd.
© 1993 The Really Useful Group Ltd.
"Well, don't you agree that it's a little suspicious to hear a car pull up in front of your house and the no one getting out?" she asked rhetorically.
"Did I scare you?" he asked.
"I knew it was you," she said. "I know your car." She let him in. He handed her the roses and a pang of guilt flared inside her. She would have to tell him sooner or later that she kissed Brady.
Philip wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Where are Craig and Nancy?" he asked.
"At some fancy hospital banquet or whatever," said Chloe not really caring.
"Good," said Philip, kissing Chloe's lips with every bit of passion within him.
Chloe kissed him back and then thought of that day at the beach. Her lips met with Brady's and now her unfaithful lips were meeting with Philips. She pushed him away and turned around. He was stunned. "Chloe, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Philip," she said, taking a deep breath, "I have something I need to tell you. That day at the beach... I kissed Brady."
At L'Ange, Belle rested her head on Shawn's shoulder as they watched Sarah sing. Abby rolled her eyes as she began blowing bubbles in her chocolate milk.
Shawn flashed her a look. "Abby, cut it out."
"Don't even start," she said. "There were no previously mentioned rules about blowing bubbles in milk." She looked over at Brady, who was entranced by the voice and beauty of this young singer.
The song ended and everyone clapped. Brady clapped the loudest. "Oh my God, he's alive," said Abby sarcastically to Brady.
"Hmm?" he asked.
"You were off in dreamland somewhere," she said.
"Sorry," he said, "I just got lost in the song."
"Do you like music?" asked a cute English voice from above him.
Brady looked up, surprised to see Sarah standing there. "Yeah, I do," he said.
"Perhaps you'd like to sing with me," she said.
"Oh, but I—" he began.
"No buts, come with me." She took his hand and lead him backstage. She looked into his eyes. "I'll bet I can guess your name. Is it... Brady?"
"Yes!" he said, amazed. "How did you guess that?"
"I have my methods," she said with a smile. "Now, for music. Do you know anything from Andrew Lloyd Webber's Sunset Blvd?"
"Yeah," he said. "What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking maybe 'Too Much In Love To Care.' Do you know that one?"
"I love that one." He smile.
"Fantastic! Let's practice for a few minutes."
They practiced the song, failing to realize they weren't alone. Abby spied on them from the doorway. "Oh, there is no way she's stealing my man," said Abby.
"And you are doing what here, young lady?" came a familiar voice from behind her.
She turned around. "Shawn! Hey there. Um, I was just looking to see how the lights and everything worked."
"Sure you were, now come back," he said.
"But I—"
"Abby," he said. "If you get into any trouble, your mother will kill me. Then my mother will have a field day on whatever's left. Then I'll come back from the dead and haunt you, so to avoid all forms of revenge, come with me."
She rolled her eyes. "Alright."
Philip stood there stunned by Chloe's confessions. How could she? Why did she do it? A million different questions and emotions ran through his head, but one came on stronger than all the rest: jealousy.
"Philip?" Chloe said, nervously. "I love you."
"If that were true, why the hell did you kiss Brady?"
"I know. There's no excuse for what I did," she said.
"Damn straight!" he shot back.
"Philip, I told him I only wanted to be with you."
"Yeah, well until I see proof that he's with someone else, you can forget about us." He walked out, leaving Chloe in tears.
The lights lowered in L'Ange. Sarah and Brady walked out onto the stage. "Good evening, all," she said. "Tonight, I have a special guest. His name is Brady Black and we are going to sing a duet."
"What is he doing up there?" Belle asked herself.
Sarah spoke again. "Now, here is the song, 'Too Much In Love To Care.'" The music began and she sang beautifully. "When I was a kid, I played on this street. I'd always loved illusion. I thought make-believe was truer than life, but now it's all confusion. Please can you tell me what's happening? I just don't know anymore. If this is real, how should I feel? What should I look for?"
Brady rang in with, "If you were smart, you would keep on walking out of my life as fast as you can. I'm not the one you should pin your hopes on. You're falling for the wrong kind of man. This is crazy. You know, we should call it a day. Sound advice, great advice, let's throw it away. I can't control all the things I'm feeling. I haven't got a prayer. If I'm a fool, well, I'm too much in love to care. I knew where I was, I'd given up hope. Made friends with disillusion. No one in my life, but I look at you and now it's all confusion."
Sarah sang her part, "Please can you tell me what's happening. I just don't know anymore. If this is real, how should I feel? What should I look for? I thought I had everything I needed. My life was set. My dreams were in place. My heart could see way into the future. All of that goes when I see your face. I should hate you. There I was, the world in my hand. Can one kiss kiss away everything I planned? I can't control all the things I'm feeling. I'm floating in mid air. I know it's wrong, but I'm too much in love to care."
Then together, they sang in perfect harmony. "I thought I had everything I needed. My life was set. My dreams were in place. My heart could see way into the future. All of that goes when I see your face. This is crazy. You know, we should call it a day. Sound advice, great advice, let's throw it away. I can't control all the things I'm feeling. We're floating in mid air. If we are fools, then we're too much in love to care. If we are fools, then we're too much in love to care!"
The room gave a standing ovation. Abby was the only one who remained seated. She just watched with growing dislike for Sarah.
Brady and Sarah stood, entranced in each other's eyes, completely oblivious to the applause. They could no longer fight the magnetism between them and their lips joined in a kiss.
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NEXT TIME: Abby goes to the only person she thinks can help her get Brady.
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"TOO MUCH IN LOVE TO CARE"
Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Don Black & Christopher Hampton
Produced by The Really Useful Company, Inc.
Published by The Really Useful Group Ltd.
From Sunset Blvd.
© 1993 The Really Useful Group Ltd.
