* The songs in here are from "Moulin Rouge" I didn't write them!
"One day I will fly away leave all this to yesterday. What more can I -"
"Thanks kid, we're all done for today" yelled Mr. Holmes, or better known as the director. Like some of us here, I started out with a good life. The name Hollingsworth held great importance from the civil war and we were all ordered to live up to the name at all times. Thats why everyone, most of all my family was surprised when I said I wanted to act. At that time, women weren't really welcome on stage and those who preformed were thought to be easy. My mother thought it was a silly idea and I should stick to something more lasting. In her mind I would finish my education at the finest schools, Keep my name in society, and when the time was right, be introduced to boys from some of the finest families in the south. I, of course wanted nothing to do with this. I knew the type I liked and snooty, full-of-themselves- boys didn't hold highly in my mind. I prefered to marry for love, an idea I had gotten out of my mother's romance novels. My father cursed the day she ever brought a book into the house saying it put ideas of foolish love in my head. In fact, I picked up more from my dad then I did my mom. I learned how to gamble like the best of them, I learned the fun of boxing and playing baseball, oh and pants! they were much more comfortable then any dress. Oh yes, my mother LOVED that. After my dad died, she had some of the town's most well mannered ladies come and try to erase all the "Bad influence" out of my head, but that's another story. Where was I ? the play, right. I eventully got all changed and left the building. I didn't feel like going right home, it wasen't yet dark and just the right temp. so I started to climb up on boxes to watch the boys reherse their parts. All of a sudden everybody was blocked but one. His name was Ben and he was just wonderful, well ok I had never talked to him personally but still he was wonderful. For a reason that is still beyond my control I heard myself saying to the glass in the window "Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don't, you're probably too sensible for that. Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person *really* knew you, they would, well, they would of course just forget about everybody and everything else, and realize that YOU were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with. Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to?"(from: WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING) but there would be a minor..ok major problem getting to talk to him. He is a yankee! Now me, I couldn't care less whether he was from venus or something but I knew my mother would not think that way. Taking one more look I jumped off the box earning a dissaproving look from this older couple despite my graceful landing.