"Well, that was a great rehearsal, everyone." The gray-haired drama
teacher, Mrs. Wrobeleski, rose from her seat in the audience. "We'll meet
again tomorrow from 5:00 to 8:30. Now go home!" she laughed.
Christian smiled as he turned his head, hoping to catch the eye of his leading lady as he did often. But he didn't see her in the spot by the wooden fountain that the stage crew made for the orchard scene.
"She probably went to go change," he murmured under his breath, itching the sleeve of his white ruffled shirt, and heading toward the boy's dressing room.
He threw his costume off as quick as he could and grabbed his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head as he opened the door and walked backstage to wait outside the door of the girl's dressing room.
A few seconds later the door opened and Christian looked up, seeing Ariana (who played the nurse) and getting an embarrassing glimpse of a few girls pulling shirts over their chests.
Blushing he took a few steps back away from the door. "Ariana?" he asked. "Is Satine still in there? Well, I mean, not that I'm really looking for her or anything. I just want to ask her, uh. . ." His mind went blank. Why WAS he waiting for her? He wasn't really certain why and what he'd say to her.
"Satine?" Ariana asked, brushing locks of black hair off of her shoulder. "Naa. . .she left right after practice. . .took her costume too. Said she had to be at work real soon."
Christian felt his heart sink.
"But she might still be in the parking lot if you hurry."
He didn't need another second and he bolted out of the auditorium and scanned the parking lot and saw the wave of red hair pulling out of the school in a rusty old blue car. She turned to the left and sped off on the abandoned road.
Christian ran to his beat up silver truck and went left.
"What are you gonna say to her, huh?" he demanded of himself, raking his hand through his fingers. " 'I was just on my way home and I just. . .' " He heaved a large breath. "Moron, you live in the other direction. And you're the worst liar, she'll know something's up." He thought back to his mother's advice on the situation - let her know you like her, focus your attention on her. He laughed. "I don't think she meant to stalk her."
The blue car turned ahead into a packed parking lot and Christian pulled into it, scanning all around for a sign of her or her car. He left his car in a spot and ran quickly toward the building, the pulsing rhythm's becoming louder with each step. He briefly looked up at the sign on the building, The Red Room, before opening the door and being assaulted with a loud wave of music.
He didn't even know there was a dance club here. He didn't have a job yet, but this place seemed like a good place. And with Satine working here too. . .he smiled with delight as he opened the second door and saw shadows of people dancing in the corners very closely.
"What'll it be, tiger?" someone asked in his ear. Christian jumped back and saw that in front of him stood an older woman - 23 maybe - wearing wet, white negligee. Pinching his eyebrows in confusion, he backed away, running into someone.
"Oh, I'm so-" he started, but then caught sight of the woman he bumped into. She was standing in a black leather thong and a triangle bra of the same material.
"Oh, don't be sorry," the woman said putting a finger to his lips. "This just might be you're lucky day."
"I-I don't think so."
She began to wrap her arms around him, but he pushed her away, deciding that this was definitely NOT a dance club or where his beautiful, sweet, perfect Satine worked.
He started for the door, but the lights began to dim and he was in the darkness and couldn't see a thing. He tried to reach his hand out, but decided he shouldn't do that in this kind of place. He was frantically looking around in the dark, but suddenly he was paralyzed by a high-pitched note.
He slowly turned around, but still couldn't see a thing. He started breathing hard, something unsettling in the beautiful voice he heard. He felt his longing that he had the first day of school matching in her, and something in his heart told him that she was a creature of the cold night, longing for the same fire he longed for.
"How are you all doing tonight?" the voice purred, as everyone around The Red Room yelled and hollered. "That well, huh? Well then I suppose you don't need me."
Her voice trailed off as men wined and chanted 'Diamond! Diamond!'. Christian blinked in the dark as he scanned the blackness for any sign of the owner of the most beautiful voice he had ever head before.
A spotlight turned on from above Christian and he followed the beam of light to a stage at the front, where a woman stood with her back facing the audience, one foot propped up against a black wooden chair. Long, wavy red hair flowed over a black diamond corset. Fishnet stockings hug her slim, milky white legs and Christian wiped his chin, finding himself drooling.
"Well, because you asked nicely. . ." she said, glancing her pale face over her shoulder. She winked and ran her tongue across her red lips. "Meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights." She sat on her black chair and leaned over, flashing a chest-full of cleavage. "I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right. So throw your sword, be my king, let your passions rise and sing." she raised her foot to the chair as she struck a high note. "Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring."
She kicked the chair away, leaving the stage empty except for a few silver poles for strippers to swing on. "So just lay down beside you let us consummate. I know you're bursting so let me help you deflate." She laid her head on the stage, peaking at the audience over the side and reaching out for an old man's tie. He stood up, holding large wads of money in his hands, and she touched the sides of his face. "If you want to plug in for a high voltage connection, show me cold, hard cash and I will turn on my affection." She moaned as she turned over and wrapped her legs around a pole on stage. "I'll let you just a little... So don't hesitate I won't kiss and tell. No need to worry Cause I'm, I'm a professional. The show can start as soon as I see money on the table. I've an empty space to fill I'm willing , if you're able."
She moaned again. "I'll let you repeat just a little. I'll meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights. I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights. I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right." She danced across to the other side of the stage, and Christian pushed yelling fans out of the way to get a better look at her.
"So throw your sword, be my king let your passions rise and sing. Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring. I'll let you wear my ring. I'll let you wear my ring. I'll let you wear my ring. Meet you in the red room."
Christian was almost at the stage where she was pointing a finger at the audence, as if deciding who was the lucky winner of the night. "Meet you in the red room." She pointed to someone, who stood, grinning wildly, but then she shook her head and moved on in the crowd. "Meet you in the red r-" Her eyes landed on Christian and he felt his pulse quicken. Her green eyes flashed and he saw her seductive smile fade away to a frown and her chin quivered. A tear fell from her eye as she backed away, still looking at him, and ran behind the black curtain.
Satine arrived for school early the next morning, wearing jean shorts, a baggy gray sweatshirt and a messy ponytail. She was huddled with her backpack in a corner by the auditorium, looking away from the people that passed, hoping she was invisible from their eyes.
She rubbed her eyes, red from crying last night after getting a tongue lashing from Harold. Her ears still hurt from his shouting, and her knuckles from gripping the arms of a chair.
"Satine?" said a voice.
Satine slowly looked up, and a smile slowly formed when she saw Christian. "H-Hello."
"Are you all right?" he asked, setting his bag down and sitting down behind her.
Satine shook her head, but then thought better of it and forced a smile. "I'll be fine. Just had a fight with my. . . uncle, that's all."
"What was it about?"
She looked away from his concerned eyes and hid her head in her hands. 'This is it,' she thought, beginning to cry. 'He knows. . .'
"S-Satine, what's the matter? You're shaking."
"I. . ." He put his hand on her shoulder, and next she realized she was in arms, holding him tight with her head pressed up against his shoulder.
Christian breathed on her hair, cautiously holding her closer. "Was something wrong at work? I-" Satine stiffened. "I tried to follow you, but I got lost." He laughed a bit. "I accidentally ended up in a strip club."
Satine lifted her head, tears streaming down her face.
"Maybe I shouldn't be a taxi driver for a living. Well, you know how in movies people say 'follow that car'? Well. . . I guess I can't even do that if I wanted to. But, you know, not that I really wanted to follow you. And- and not that I DID follow you, because I didn't. I was just. . . on my way home and, well. . ."
Satine laughed as she leaned in and kissed him. His lips were warm, and expanded to melt the coldness in her body, out to her fingertips. It felt so good, kissing him, running her fingers through is hair. . .
She whipped her head up when she realized what she was doing and tears flowed when she saw his confused face. "I'm sorry. . . so sorry. . ." she murmered, walking away.
'What possessed me to kiss him?' she wondered slinging her bag over her back and pushing past people to get to her locker. It was a dangerous thing, she learned, to lead people on. . . 'But am I?'
She stopped in the middle of the hall, more confused than she had ever been before in her life. She had always felt cold and alone, but in the moments she touched Christian she felt all her answers, all her hopes and dreams seem like reality.
She laughed, wiping her eyes. "I can't fall in love."
------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz, me, and my good friend William Shakespeare. Mrs. Wro(beleski) is the drama teacher at school and she is so sweet. I just couldn't think of anyone else directing a play I was 'a part of'.
A/N: Ok, well I just got back from band camp and wrote this next chapter. And I guess you people don't think this sucks! Or if you do you don't review. Well anyway, thanks for the support, everyone.
Christian smiled as he turned his head, hoping to catch the eye of his leading lady as he did often. But he didn't see her in the spot by the wooden fountain that the stage crew made for the orchard scene.
"She probably went to go change," he murmured under his breath, itching the sleeve of his white ruffled shirt, and heading toward the boy's dressing room.
He threw his costume off as quick as he could and grabbed his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head as he opened the door and walked backstage to wait outside the door of the girl's dressing room.
A few seconds later the door opened and Christian looked up, seeing Ariana (who played the nurse) and getting an embarrassing glimpse of a few girls pulling shirts over their chests.
Blushing he took a few steps back away from the door. "Ariana?" he asked. "Is Satine still in there? Well, I mean, not that I'm really looking for her or anything. I just want to ask her, uh. . ." His mind went blank. Why WAS he waiting for her? He wasn't really certain why and what he'd say to her.
"Satine?" Ariana asked, brushing locks of black hair off of her shoulder. "Naa. . .she left right after practice. . .took her costume too. Said she had to be at work real soon."
Christian felt his heart sink.
"But she might still be in the parking lot if you hurry."
He didn't need another second and he bolted out of the auditorium and scanned the parking lot and saw the wave of red hair pulling out of the school in a rusty old blue car. She turned to the left and sped off on the abandoned road.
Christian ran to his beat up silver truck and went left.
"What are you gonna say to her, huh?" he demanded of himself, raking his hand through his fingers. " 'I was just on my way home and I just. . .' " He heaved a large breath. "Moron, you live in the other direction. And you're the worst liar, she'll know something's up." He thought back to his mother's advice on the situation - let her know you like her, focus your attention on her. He laughed. "I don't think she meant to stalk her."
The blue car turned ahead into a packed parking lot and Christian pulled into it, scanning all around for a sign of her or her car. He left his car in a spot and ran quickly toward the building, the pulsing rhythm's becoming louder with each step. He briefly looked up at the sign on the building, The Red Room, before opening the door and being assaulted with a loud wave of music.
He didn't even know there was a dance club here. He didn't have a job yet, but this place seemed like a good place. And with Satine working here too. . .he smiled with delight as he opened the second door and saw shadows of people dancing in the corners very closely.
"What'll it be, tiger?" someone asked in his ear. Christian jumped back and saw that in front of him stood an older woman - 23 maybe - wearing wet, white negligee. Pinching his eyebrows in confusion, he backed away, running into someone.
"Oh, I'm so-" he started, but then caught sight of the woman he bumped into. She was standing in a black leather thong and a triangle bra of the same material.
"Oh, don't be sorry," the woman said putting a finger to his lips. "This just might be you're lucky day."
"I-I don't think so."
She began to wrap her arms around him, but he pushed her away, deciding that this was definitely NOT a dance club or where his beautiful, sweet, perfect Satine worked.
He started for the door, but the lights began to dim and he was in the darkness and couldn't see a thing. He tried to reach his hand out, but decided he shouldn't do that in this kind of place. He was frantically looking around in the dark, but suddenly he was paralyzed by a high-pitched note.
He slowly turned around, but still couldn't see a thing. He started breathing hard, something unsettling in the beautiful voice he heard. He felt his longing that he had the first day of school matching in her, and something in his heart told him that she was a creature of the cold night, longing for the same fire he longed for.
"How are you all doing tonight?" the voice purred, as everyone around The Red Room yelled and hollered. "That well, huh? Well then I suppose you don't need me."
Her voice trailed off as men wined and chanted 'Diamond! Diamond!'. Christian blinked in the dark as he scanned the blackness for any sign of the owner of the most beautiful voice he had ever head before.
A spotlight turned on from above Christian and he followed the beam of light to a stage at the front, where a woman stood with her back facing the audience, one foot propped up against a black wooden chair. Long, wavy red hair flowed over a black diamond corset. Fishnet stockings hug her slim, milky white legs and Christian wiped his chin, finding himself drooling.
"Well, because you asked nicely. . ." she said, glancing her pale face over her shoulder. She winked and ran her tongue across her red lips. "Meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights." She sat on her black chair and leaned over, flashing a chest-full of cleavage. "I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right. So throw your sword, be my king, let your passions rise and sing." she raised her foot to the chair as she struck a high note. "Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring."
She kicked the chair away, leaving the stage empty except for a few silver poles for strippers to swing on. "So just lay down beside you let us consummate. I know you're bursting so let me help you deflate." She laid her head on the stage, peaking at the audience over the side and reaching out for an old man's tie. He stood up, holding large wads of money in his hands, and she touched the sides of his face. "If you want to plug in for a high voltage connection, show me cold, hard cash and I will turn on my affection." She moaned as she turned over and wrapped her legs around a pole on stage. "I'll let you just a little... So don't hesitate I won't kiss and tell. No need to worry Cause I'm, I'm a professional. The show can start as soon as I see money on the table. I've an empty space to fill I'm willing , if you're able."
She moaned again. "I'll let you repeat just a little. I'll meet you in the red room, close the door and dim the lights. I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights. I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right." She danced across to the other side of the stage, and Christian pushed yelling fans out of the way to get a better look at her.
"So throw your sword, be my king let your passions rise and sing. Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring. I'll let you wear my ring. I'll let you wear my ring. I'll let you wear my ring. Meet you in the red room."
Christian was almost at the stage where she was pointing a finger at the audence, as if deciding who was the lucky winner of the night. "Meet you in the red room." She pointed to someone, who stood, grinning wildly, but then she shook her head and moved on in the crowd. "Meet you in the red r-" Her eyes landed on Christian and he felt his pulse quicken. Her green eyes flashed and he saw her seductive smile fade away to a frown and her chin quivered. A tear fell from her eye as she backed away, still looking at him, and ran behind the black curtain.
Satine arrived for school early the next morning, wearing jean shorts, a baggy gray sweatshirt and a messy ponytail. She was huddled with her backpack in a corner by the auditorium, looking away from the people that passed, hoping she was invisible from their eyes.
She rubbed her eyes, red from crying last night after getting a tongue lashing from Harold. Her ears still hurt from his shouting, and her knuckles from gripping the arms of a chair.
"Satine?" said a voice.
Satine slowly looked up, and a smile slowly formed when she saw Christian. "H-Hello."
"Are you all right?" he asked, setting his bag down and sitting down behind her.
Satine shook her head, but then thought better of it and forced a smile. "I'll be fine. Just had a fight with my. . . uncle, that's all."
"What was it about?"
She looked away from his concerned eyes and hid her head in her hands. 'This is it,' she thought, beginning to cry. 'He knows. . .'
"S-Satine, what's the matter? You're shaking."
"I. . ." He put his hand on her shoulder, and next she realized she was in arms, holding him tight with her head pressed up against his shoulder.
Christian breathed on her hair, cautiously holding her closer. "Was something wrong at work? I-" Satine stiffened. "I tried to follow you, but I got lost." He laughed a bit. "I accidentally ended up in a strip club."
Satine lifted her head, tears streaming down her face.
"Maybe I shouldn't be a taxi driver for a living. Well, you know how in movies people say 'follow that car'? Well. . . I guess I can't even do that if I wanted to. But, you know, not that I really wanted to follow you. And- and not that I DID follow you, because I didn't. I was just. . . on my way home and, well. . ."
Satine laughed as she leaned in and kissed him. His lips were warm, and expanded to melt the coldness in her body, out to her fingertips. It felt so good, kissing him, running her fingers through is hair. . .
She whipped her head up when she realized what she was doing and tears flowed when she saw his confused face. "I'm sorry. . . so sorry. . ." she murmered, walking away.
'What possessed me to kiss him?' she wondered slinging her bag over her back and pushing past people to get to her locker. It was a dangerous thing, she learned, to lead people on. . . 'But am I?'
She stopped in the middle of the hall, more confused than she had ever been before in her life. She had always felt cold and alone, but in the moments she touched Christian she felt all her answers, all her hopes and dreams seem like reality.
She laughed, wiping her eyes. "I can't fall in love."
------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: All characters belong to Baz, me, and my good friend William Shakespeare. Mrs. Wro(beleski) is the drama teacher at school and she is so sweet. I just couldn't think of anyone else directing a play I was 'a part of'.
A/N: Ok, well I just got back from band camp and wrote this next chapter. And I guess you people don't think this sucks! Or if you do you don't review. Well anyway, thanks for the support, everyone.