That night when he got home, he happily told his parents that he had made
the part of Romeo. His mother, beaming, sent off into the kitchen to
prepare a special dinner, while Christian was left alone with his father,
brother and little sister.
"Wat's Womeo and Juwiet, Cwis?" his little sister Nicole asked, sucking on her thumb.
Christian smiled at his four year old sister as he sat down on the couch. "Well, it's about love."
"Wove?" she asked, crawling into his lap.
"It's about love. . .overcoming all obstacles."
His dad snorted in his favorite la-z-boy chair and turned the page of his newspaper. "Always this ridiculous obsession with love," he mumbled.
Jacek laughed. "Chris, you've never even been in love. You just spend all your time with that dwarf. What's his name?"
Christian took a deep breath to keep his cool. "Henri."
"Ah yes, Henri. I'm sure he'll make you a great wi-" Jacek's eyes crossed and he fell to the floor.
Christian and Nicole covered their smiles and laughs with their hands as their father tried to revive their narcoleptic brother.
Satine slowly stepped out of her car and climbed the steps to her apartment. Reaching 3B she put her key in the hole and turned it, locking it harshly behind her. She walked past the red carpet into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips and a Diet Pepsi.
There was a knock at the door. "Chickpea?" Harold called from the other side. "How did the audition go?"
She sat down on the couch and placed her food on the coffee table. "It was fine," she answered. "I. . .I got the part of Juliet."
"Well that's fantastic! But why they needed two tryout dates I don't understand."
Satine bit her lip. She had lied about that to get out of working tonight. "Yeah, well, I guess that's how it works."
"Well would you like to come over? Marie and I have dinner-"
"Oh, no thank you," she answered, eating a chip. "I'm really tired, anyway," she lied.
"Well. . .I'll see you at work tomorrow, then. Everyone missed you tonight. You're the best I've got."
Satine heaved in a breath as she lay her head on a pillow. "Yeah, I bet everyone missed me."
She pulled the small quilt from the back of the couch and pulled it over her. This was not how she wanted to spend her life, cramped in a small apartment, eating potato chips for dinner. She wanted to be free, to fly away, to be an actress.
"I follow the night," she sang. "Can't stand the light. When will I begin to live again? One day I'll fly away. Leave all this to yesterday." She felt a smile form on her lips at the idea, but then thought of Christian's grinning face, and her sad expression turned into a bright one.
She laughed at her sudden change of mood. He did bad things to her mind. . . things that would drag her away from her dream, the only thing she wanted. "What more could your love do for me?" She sighed. "When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends. One day I'll fly away. Leave all this to yesterday. Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends. One day I'll fly away, fly, fly away."
She fell asleep, curled up in her blanket.
Christian stopped in the hall when he saw her, yanking on the small bar of her locker. "Stupid thing," she said, kicking the bottom.
"Can I. . .be of some assistance?" he asked shyly, slowly moving toward her.
She looked up and for a brief second she smiled. "Oh, hey Romeo," she whispered. "Yeah, if you could help that'd be great. I can never get this stupid thing to work."
"You see, you're going into this all wrong. The trick is to think like a locker. BE the locker."
She laughed. "Be the locker?"
"Well. . .yeah." He blushed. "It sure isn't easy being a locker, demanding all day long and holding all of our things."
"I. . .I suppose." She stroked the front of the locker with her hand. After a few moments she laughed. "I feel so stupid."
"But you're bonding. That's the important thing."
She smiled. "Yes, but it still won't open to give me my script. And practice starts soon."
"Have no fear, my lady Juliet. Your Romeo is hear to save the day." She laughed and moved aside and soon enough, opened the locker. "See, all you need is some tenderness."
"Well, thank you." She reached in and grabbed her script from the top shelf.
"Oh, hey. . ."
"Yes?" Satine asked.
"Well, I. . .I was just wondering. . .since we are the two main people in this play together. . .why don't we, uh, get together some time?" She looked at him amusingly. "Well, you know, to go over the lines."
She looked down at the ground and bit her lip. "I don't think so," she whispered.
"Oh. Oh, well, yes. Silly of me to think that you would want to-"
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, touching his arm. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I. . .work, a lot. Almost every day."
"Aren't there laws against that?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, but. . .I can't. I'm sorry."
And before Christian could say another word, she had left.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz, me, and my good friend William Shakespeare.
A/N: Ok, I suppose I could go on and make more chapters out of this.. oh well, I'll just see what you guy's think of this before I continue. I was actually meaning to make this whole thing different, but the way it came out was just dandy I think. Hope you liked this! Please R&R!
Songs used: 'One Day I'll Fly Away' written by Will Jennings and Joe Sample
"Wat's Womeo and Juwiet, Cwis?" his little sister Nicole asked, sucking on her thumb.
Christian smiled at his four year old sister as he sat down on the couch. "Well, it's about love."
"Wove?" she asked, crawling into his lap.
"It's about love. . .overcoming all obstacles."
His dad snorted in his favorite la-z-boy chair and turned the page of his newspaper. "Always this ridiculous obsession with love," he mumbled.
Jacek laughed. "Chris, you've never even been in love. You just spend all your time with that dwarf. What's his name?"
Christian took a deep breath to keep his cool. "Henri."
"Ah yes, Henri. I'm sure he'll make you a great wi-" Jacek's eyes crossed and he fell to the floor.
Christian and Nicole covered their smiles and laughs with their hands as their father tried to revive their narcoleptic brother.
Satine slowly stepped out of her car and climbed the steps to her apartment. Reaching 3B she put her key in the hole and turned it, locking it harshly behind her. She walked past the red carpet into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips and a Diet Pepsi.
There was a knock at the door. "Chickpea?" Harold called from the other side. "How did the audition go?"
She sat down on the couch and placed her food on the coffee table. "It was fine," she answered. "I. . .I got the part of Juliet."
"Well that's fantastic! But why they needed two tryout dates I don't understand."
Satine bit her lip. She had lied about that to get out of working tonight. "Yeah, well, I guess that's how it works."
"Well would you like to come over? Marie and I have dinner-"
"Oh, no thank you," she answered, eating a chip. "I'm really tired, anyway," she lied.
"Well. . .I'll see you at work tomorrow, then. Everyone missed you tonight. You're the best I've got."
Satine heaved in a breath as she lay her head on a pillow. "Yeah, I bet everyone missed me."
She pulled the small quilt from the back of the couch and pulled it over her. This was not how she wanted to spend her life, cramped in a small apartment, eating potato chips for dinner. She wanted to be free, to fly away, to be an actress.
"I follow the night," she sang. "Can't stand the light. When will I begin to live again? One day I'll fly away. Leave all this to yesterday." She felt a smile form on her lips at the idea, but then thought of Christian's grinning face, and her sad expression turned into a bright one.
She laughed at her sudden change of mood. He did bad things to her mind. . . things that would drag her away from her dream, the only thing she wanted. "What more could your love do for me?" She sighed. "When will love be through with me? Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends. One day I'll fly away. Leave all this to yesterday. Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends. One day I'll fly away, fly, fly away."
She fell asleep, curled up in her blanket.
Christian stopped in the hall when he saw her, yanking on the small bar of her locker. "Stupid thing," she said, kicking the bottom.
"Can I. . .be of some assistance?" he asked shyly, slowly moving toward her.
She looked up and for a brief second she smiled. "Oh, hey Romeo," she whispered. "Yeah, if you could help that'd be great. I can never get this stupid thing to work."
"You see, you're going into this all wrong. The trick is to think like a locker. BE the locker."
She laughed. "Be the locker?"
"Well. . .yeah." He blushed. "It sure isn't easy being a locker, demanding all day long and holding all of our things."
"I. . .I suppose." She stroked the front of the locker with her hand. After a few moments she laughed. "I feel so stupid."
"But you're bonding. That's the important thing."
She smiled. "Yes, but it still won't open to give me my script. And practice starts soon."
"Have no fear, my lady Juliet. Your Romeo is hear to save the day." She laughed and moved aside and soon enough, opened the locker. "See, all you need is some tenderness."
"Well, thank you." She reached in and grabbed her script from the top shelf.
"Oh, hey. . ."
"Yes?" Satine asked.
"Well, I. . .I was just wondering. . .since we are the two main people in this play together. . .why don't we, uh, get together some time?" She looked at him amusingly. "Well, you know, to go over the lines."
She looked down at the ground and bit her lip. "I don't think so," she whispered.
"Oh. Oh, well, yes. Silly of me to think that you would want to-"
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, touching his arm. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I. . .work, a lot. Almost every day."
"Aren't there laws against that?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, but. . .I can't. I'm sorry."
And before Christian could say another word, she had left.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz, me, and my good friend William Shakespeare.
A/N: Ok, I suppose I could go on and make more chapters out of this.. oh well, I'll just see what you guy's think of this before I continue. I was actually meaning to make this whole thing different, but the way it came out was just dandy I think. Hope you liked this! Please R&R!
Songs used: 'One Day I'll Fly Away' written by Will Jennings and Joe Sample