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Rouge and sorry for using it but I had no other ideas!
Chapter 7 - Moving On
Merdith thought she sounded like an idiot and looked like one too. She crossed the stage in her costume, the feathery skirt drifting along the floor. She and the theatre were doing their dress rehersal that night. How was she supposed to sing, let alone sing and dance in this ridiculous costume?
And yet, playing Satine in their production of Moulin Rouge was possibly the coolest thing she had ever done. She got to be the star and was truely intriged by the role. She was 17 now, fair and beautiful, her long golden curls currently pinned to her head adorned with flowers, her face currently hidden behind a mask of powder and make up, and all circulation being cut off from her upper chest area by the tight costume that was to make her look the part of a whore.
She stood there for a moment, waiting for John Poe to come out, donned in his Christian garments. She stood there, feathery fan in her hand and her eyelashes batting. There was John, coming onto the stage. She prepared for their big death number, when the doors to the theatre burst open.
Meredith sighed. She walked off the stage. Her father was there.
"Yes dad?" She asked him, straightening her costume so he didn't think she was completely insane. He looked at her, in her costume and make up.
"Look you cannot diss the costume I had no choice in the matter." He didn't look like he was here to lecture her about the costume.
"Dinner reservations for me, your mother and your aunt and uncle or did you forget?" Meredith nearly shouted out,"Fuck!" To the whole auditorium, but she refrained from doing so.
"We're at the end I'll meet you there." He looked at her. She gave him an assuring galnce. Then he kissed her on the cheek, despite her 17 year old pride and she walked back to the stage. The director looked cross, but she hated him anyways.
"And you're dead!" He shouted out. Meredith went limp. John began his worst fake crying. She sighed. John was never good at tradgedies, although he did a good job at Romeo and Juliet the year before. Maybe it was because he was only stage manager.
"Bravo!" The director called out. Meredith stood up, brushed herself off and looked at her watch. She had to get moving.
"Bye John!" She called to him from the parking lot. He waved. She could only smile and tossed her costumes into the back seat in a heap and opened the driver's door. Her mother had let her borrow their car, since they had rented a car for the evening. Probably a night of beer and parties, she thought to herself bitterly.
As she drove to the restaurant, fixing her hair and make up as she went, she flicked around on the radio. She placed a final bobby pin into her curly locks, then continued to channel surf on the radio waves. She sang along to most of them as she had nothing better to with her time at home then sing to her CD's and was often caught by her parents in nothing but her pyjamas with a brush in her hand in front of a mirror. But they never brought it up at any of her parties or with any of her friends luckily.
She pulled into the parking lot. She never understood her parents obssession with Chinese food. Her uncle and aunt had come from New York to spend a while with them, but Meredith wasn't really looking forward to seeing them. Her uncle and Aunt were party people and much preferred to get drunk and hire prostitutes then be with their family. Once Meredith had awakened and saw them in the guest room with two prostitues each. She had never been close with them after that.
She walked across the parking lot, her purse at her side. She fumbled with several items, fixing her coat, her hair, her make up and lipstick. But she went unnoticed. She walked through the foyer, several doormen eyeing her. SHe was about to scream,"What do I have something on my face?" When she enterred in the restaurant and waited in line to find her table.
She looked out over the heads of the restaurants. She couldn't see her parents and her aunt and uncle. Maybe it was the other chinese restaurant, she thought. She could see several cooks preparing dishes in the tiny window in the kitchen. Meredith could smell dinner. Her stomach growled. She couldn't take the wait. That's when she saw her parents. Her father waved discretely. She smiled sweetly. Her aunt and uncle waved too, bigger and more frenatically.
"Let's go reap the whirlwind." She thought, and almost started crying when it wasn't her voice in her head, it was William's.
"He's gone." She told herself. "He's gone and there's nothing you can do about it."
But something inside told her he wasn't that far away.
Chapter 7 - Moving On
Merdith thought she sounded like an idiot and looked like one too. She crossed the stage in her costume, the feathery skirt drifting along the floor. She and the theatre were doing their dress rehersal that night. How was she supposed to sing, let alone sing and dance in this ridiculous costume?
And yet, playing Satine in their production of Moulin Rouge was possibly the coolest thing she had ever done. She got to be the star and was truely intriged by the role. She was 17 now, fair and beautiful, her long golden curls currently pinned to her head adorned with flowers, her face currently hidden behind a mask of powder and make up, and all circulation being cut off from her upper chest area by the tight costume that was to make her look the part of a whore.
She stood there for a moment, waiting for John Poe to come out, donned in his Christian garments. She stood there, feathery fan in her hand and her eyelashes batting. There was John, coming onto the stage. She prepared for their big death number, when the doors to the theatre burst open.
Meredith sighed. She walked off the stage. Her father was there.
"Yes dad?" She asked him, straightening her costume so he didn't think she was completely insane. He looked at her, in her costume and make up.
"Look you cannot diss the costume I had no choice in the matter." He didn't look like he was here to lecture her about the costume.
"Dinner reservations for me, your mother and your aunt and uncle or did you forget?" Meredith nearly shouted out,"Fuck!" To the whole auditorium, but she refrained from doing so.
"We're at the end I'll meet you there." He looked at her. She gave him an assuring galnce. Then he kissed her on the cheek, despite her 17 year old pride and she walked back to the stage. The director looked cross, but she hated him anyways.
"And you're dead!" He shouted out. Meredith went limp. John began his worst fake crying. She sighed. John was never good at tradgedies, although he did a good job at Romeo and Juliet the year before. Maybe it was because he was only stage manager.
"Bravo!" The director called out. Meredith stood up, brushed herself off and looked at her watch. She had to get moving.
"Bye John!" She called to him from the parking lot. He waved. She could only smile and tossed her costumes into the back seat in a heap and opened the driver's door. Her mother had let her borrow their car, since they had rented a car for the evening. Probably a night of beer and parties, she thought to herself bitterly.
As she drove to the restaurant, fixing her hair and make up as she went, she flicked around on the radio. She placed a final bobby pin into her curly locks, then continued to channel surf on the radio waves. She sang along to most of them as she had nothing better to with her time at home then sing to her CD's and was often caught by her parents in nothing but her pyjamas with a brush in her hand in front of a mirror. But they never brought it up at any of her parties or with any of her friends luckily.
She pulled into the parking lot. She never understood her parents obssession with Chinese food. Her uncle and aunt had come from New York to spend a while with them, but Meredith wasn't really looking forward to seeing them. Her uncle and Aunt were party people and much preferred to get drunk and hire prostitutes then be with their family. Once Meredith had awakened and saw them in the guest room with two prostitues each. She had never been close with them after that.
She walked across the parking lot, her purse at her side. She fumbled with several items, fixing her coat, her hair, her make up and lipstick. But she went unnoticed. She walked through the foyer, several doormen eyeing her. SHe was about to scream,"What do I have something on my face?" When she enterred in the restaurant and waited in line to find her table.
She looked out over the heads of the restaurants. She couldn't see her parents and her aunt and uncle. Maybe it was the other chinese restaurant, she thought. She could see several cooks preparing dishes in the tiny window in the kitchen. Meredith could smell dinner. Her stomach growled. She couldn't take the wait. That's when she saw her parents. Her father waved discretely. She smiled sweetly. Her aunt and uncle waved too, bigger and more frenatically.
"Let's go reap the whirlwind." She thought, and almost started crying when it wasn't her voice in her head, it was William's.
"He's gone." She told herself. "He's gone and there's nothing you can do about it."
But something inside told her he wasn't that far away.