Don't own stuff...yada yada yada...ON WITH THE SHOW!
Jareth picked Sarah up at six o'clock the following night on his silver sports motorcycle. He had brought an extra helmet and had told Sarah to wear pants because being on a motorcycle in a dress was no fun at all. They went out for pizza and had coke floats for dessert.
Hours later, after a walk through the park followed by more ice cream, they stood in front of Sarah apartment.
Sarah smiled up at him. "I had a wonderful time David." (She had stopped calling him Mr. Bowie halfway though the evening.)
He bowed his head slightly and ran a hand though his short fluffy blond hair.
"It was my pleasure Sarah." (He had started calling her Sarah when he had picked her up.)
She pointed a thumb at her apartment door. "Do you want to come in for some coffee?"
He nodded and followed her up the stairs.
Her apartment was small but she had arranged the furniture in such a way to give the illusion of lots of space. When one entered they stood in the living room which had two white leather couches and a T.V. in the corner. A square coffee table sat in the middle of the room, within reach from either couch. To the left of the doorway was a kitchen which consisted of a sink, stove and microwave with a small fridge shoved in the corner. There was a doorway to the right of the entrance that looked like it might go to the bedroom or the bathroom.
Sarah walked into the kitchen and told him to have a seat on the couch. He did and continued to look around the room. He grinned at a familiar picture hanging on her wall. It was Escher's Relativity. A picture he had used to help him build his castle. He lost himself in the mixture of stairways and doors that led to no where.
"I bought that shortly after I moved in here."
He blinked a few times, then looked at Sarah.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry. I was thinking."
Sarah set down the tray with coffee and cookies on it. "I got that off the internet when I first moved it. It reminds me of Jareth's castle."
Jareth smiled and poured two cups of coffee.
"You speak of this jareth as if he were a real person."
Sarah sipped at her coffee. "In a way I guess he is. He's like that memory that comes out of no where and surprises you then is gone just as quickly. My psychiatrist says that Jareth is a symbol of my fears."
Jareth sat back and gulped his coffee. She had gone to a psychiatrist? He didn't think the impact he had had on her was that bad. A symbol of her fears? What a quack! How dare the flea brained, uneducated-"
"David?"
Jareth snapped his head up. "Hmm?"
"You looked like you were lost or something. Are you ok?"
Jareth nodded. "I'm fine. I was just thinking. Since you are basing the Jareth guy on me, why not call me Jareth? It might make it easier."
Sarah shook her head and munched on a cookie, spilling crumbs into her coffee cup.
"I couldn't do that."
Jareth set down his coffee. "Why?"
She cleared her throat. "Because you are a nice guy. Jareth is cruel. He scares me."
Jareth sat stunned on the couch. He hadn't been that bad...had he?
"It was only a dream, I know that, but it seemed so real. I was under a lot of stress I guess and it was just a bad dream. I know it was a dream."
She shifted on the couch. "At the end of my dream, I had a party with some friends but when I woke up the next morning, there was nothing left to say I had done anything but sleep. I had been a dream."
Jareth nodded. "How very strange. But if you call me Jareth...then you might see another side to this character of yours. Perhaps he is not as bad as he seems to be?"
Sarah shook her head and laughed. "No. He's cruel. I know it. But...if it will help you to be more relaxed during the interviews then I'll call you by that name."
Jareth smiled. "There will be more interviews?"
Sarah nodded. "And more after business get togethers too...if you don't mind."
Jareth grinned. "Don't mind at all Sarah. Not at all."
Jareth picked Sarah up at six o'clock the following night on his silver sports motorcycle. He had brought an extra helmet and had told Sarah to wear pants because being on a motorcycle in a dress was no fun at all. They went out for pizza and had coke floats for dessert.
Hours later, after a walk through the park followed by more ice cream, they stood in front of Sarah apartment.
Sarah smiled up at him. "I had a wonderful time David." (She had stopped calling him Mr. Bowie halfway though the evening.)
He bowed his head slightly and ran a hand though his short fluffy blond hair.
"It was my pleasure Sarah." (He had started calling her Sarah when he had picked her up.)
She pointed a thumb at her apartment door. "Do you want to come in for some coffee?"
He nodded and followed her up the stairs.
Her apartment was small but she had arranged the furniture in such a way to give the illusion of lots of space. When one entered they stood in the living room which had two white leather couches and a T.V. in the corner. A square coffee table sat in the middle of the room, within reach from either couch. To the left of the doorway was a kitchen which consisted of a sink, stove and microwave with a small fridge shoved in the corner. There was a doorway to the right of the entrance that looked like it might go to the bedroom or the bathroom.
Sarah walked into the kitchen and told him to have a seat on the couch. He did and continued to look around the room. He grinned at a familiar picture hanging on her wall. It was Escher's Relativity. A picture he had used to help him build his castle. He lost himself in the mixture of stairways and doors that led to no where.
"I bought that shortly after I moved in here."
He blinked a few times, then looked at Sarah.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry. I was thinking."
Sarah set down the tray with coffee and cookies on it. "I got that off the internet when I first moved it. It reminds me of Jareth's castle."
Jareth smiled and poured two cups of coffee.
"You speak of this jareth as if he were a real person."
Sarah sipped at her coffee. "In a way I guess he is. He's like that memory that comes out of no where and surprises you then is gone just as quickly. My psychiatrist says that Jareth is a symbol of my fears."
Jareth sat back and gulped his coffee. She had gone to a psychiatrist? He didn't think the impact he had had on her was that bad. A symbol of her fears? What a quack! How dare the flea brained, uneducated-"
"David?"
Jareth snapped his head up. "Hmm?"
"You looked like you were lost or something. Are you ok?"
Jareth nodded. "I'm fine. I was just thinking. Since you are basing the Jareth guy on me, why not call me Jareth? It might make it easier."
Sarah shook her head and munched on a cookie, spilling crumbs into her coffee cup.
"I couldn't do that."
Jareth set down his coffee. "Why?"
She cleared her throat. "Because you are a nice guy. Jareth is cruel. He scares me."
Jareth sat stunned on the couch. He hadn't been that bad...had he?
"It was only a dream, I know that, but it seemed so real. I was under a lot of stress I guess and it was just a bad dream. I know it was a dream."
She shifted on the couch. "At the end of my dream, I had a party with some friends but when I woke up the next morning, there was nothing left to say I had done anything but sleep. I had been a dream."
Jareth nodded. "How very strange. But if you call me Jareth...then you might see another side to this character of yours. Perhaps he is not as bad as he seems to be?"
Sarah shook her head and laughed. "No. He's cruel. I know it. But...if it will help you to be more relaxed during the interviews then I'll call you by that name."
Jareth smiled. "There will be more interviews?"
Sarah nodded. "And more after business get togethers too...if you don't mind."
Jareth grinned. "Don't mind at all Sarah. Not at all."