God clears his throat. „Where is Kaiaphas?"
Annas turns round and looks at the two figures in the audience. His pale blue eyes lock with Luzi`s black, then he lowers his head before God. „Kaiaphas, isn`t feeling well, my lord." He sais humbly, a wily smile gliding across his motionless face.
„Oh," God looks concerned. „I hope it`s nothing serious."
„No, mylord." Annas replies. „He must have eaten something wrong. But if you demand it, I`ll go and have a look at him."
„Yes, please do this. And send him my regards." God nodds friendly towards Annas who immediately turns round and stuts with swinging robe towards the exit. All breathe a sigh of relief and relax visibly after Annas has left.
„Okay." God gets up. „I think we`ve had enough of prologue now. We begin."
Herodes claps his hands in anticipation. „I`m so excited. This could be the big breakthrough, the chance I`ve been waiting for all these years. Ah, now they`ll all see that I have quality, starquality. I will be a SUPERSTAR. And the groupies will all come to me." He smiles foolishly obviously having reached his own personal heaven.
„Well, Herodes" God sais. „Actually you have to go off stage now. Your scene is set at the end of the play."
Herodes pouts. „That`s not fair. I`m a star. I can`t deprive all my devoted fans of the chance of adoring me."
Simon points into the empty audience. „See, Herodes, all your fans are already here." His blue eyes gleam brightly.
Herodes shoots him a disapproving glance. „I think you won`t get no autograph, Simon." Then he throws his head back, shaking his locks, what would have been more impressive, if he actually had locks, and prances towards the end of stage. He throws the dark silent Roman a look over his shoulder hissing: „Do you come, Pilate? If I remember it right, your scene is at the end, too." Then he trips the stairs down from stage to the audience, and sits down in the second row; Pilate follows him with brisk movements and stands silently in a corner.
„Good. So my dear children, let`s begin with he show." God sits down on his seat and smiles contently.
The disciples exchange confused glances. „How do we begin?" Jacobus whispers.
„Don`t look at me." Olivia replies. „I`m new."
„Well, maybe we could begin with a chorus." Peter suggests. „What do you say?" He looks around.
„Chorus sounds okay to me." Simon smiles. „It reminds me of the good old days when I was with the Zealotes. We used to sit around the campfire, playing guitar and singing these wonderful songs about how we would erase the Romans. Ah it was such a great time, so carefree and peaceful!" his blue eyes get a dreamy expression.
„Oh God, please, let`s begin quickly, or he will never stop raving about the golden days with the Zealotes. Gosh, I really wish he had stayed with them." Judas rolls his eyes.
„Okay, so we`ll sing a chorus." Jesus picks up the thread.
„I don`t think you should be involved." Peter throws in.
„Why not?" Jesus lips tremble and his blue eyes begin to swim. „I have been your leader after all. You can`t leave me out."
Olivia steps towards him and strokes his hair softly. „I think you and Judas can`t sing the chorus because you`re protagonist and antagonist."
„What brings us to the questions who´s who?" Judas sais dryly. „I`m fed up with beeing the bad guy."
„But you..." Jesus rebels.
„I know, I know, I was the one who betrayed you by trading you to the priests, and it`s all my fault that you`ve been crucified." Judas drones in monotone voice and sighs. „I think we`ve already discussed this topic."
„Do you always have to be the centre of attention?" Simon suddenly bursts out and glares furiously at Judas. „We were talking about what chorus we schould begin with and of course you had to lead the attention back to you." He literally steams with anger
Judas smirks contemptuously. „Are you jealous, Simon? That I have this natural charisma and you have only prickle hair?"
Simon narrows his flashing blue eyes and stares into Judas brown that are sparkling with amusement. „At least I have hair."
Judas sighs. „Go and play with your weapons."
Simon obviously considers to jump upon Judas and knock him to the ground, but before he can make a move, Jesus steps in the middle and for the first time he really resembles with the image the Christian world has of their leader. His golden locks flow in soft waves upon his shoulders and his blue eyes gleam with calmness and security, when he opens his arms and touches Simon`s and Judas `heads with his hands. He smiles softly and speaks with tender, but firm voice. „Don`t argue!" Simon and Judas look at him and get silent immediately; The angry flash vanishes from Simon`s eyes and in Judas eyes, that sparkled with irony just a moment ago, softness grows. Even Olivia stares at Jesus, an unbelieving gleam in her eyes. „It`s him." She whispers almost reverently. Jesus moves down his hands and the flowing magic disappears.
„Okay," Peter sais. „let`s simply begin, and we`ll see if it`s right."
The others nodd, and prepare themselves for the singing, while Jesus and Judas stay a bit in the background.
Enticing music fills the air and one after one the disciple`s mouthes form the words. „Salve regina mater misericordia. Vita ducedo et spes nostra. Salve, salve regina Peron."
„Stop." Jacobus interrupts the chorus. „I don`t think we ever called Jesus Peron? Did we?"
Peter looks confused. „No, what did we sing?"
Olivia sighs. „it`s from a musical, called „Evita", dealing with the life of Eva Peron, an Argentine heroine."
„How did it come to our minds? And why the hell is it in Latin?" Simon obviously must have had one or two encounters with this language before, at least he takes it`s mere existence as a personal affront.
„I think," Olivia starts pensively. „it`s just because the musicals have been written by the same composer."
„Composer?" Jacobus frowns. „I thought he was the creator of this." He looks over to God who smiles benevolently. „Yes, I have created it, this is my story; but what`s the worth of a story if it isn`t told? So I inspired this English man and he did a fantastic job with it." His eyes darken. „But I am not responsible for this train-thing. And now please go on."
A humming rhythm electrifies the air and their bodies begin to move in a state of trance. „Dies irae kyriae, libera me, domine. Dies irae kyriae, requiem me, domine. Carpe noctem, carpe noctem. Sancta nox, sancta nox, libera me, domina, libera me domina." God shows a determined gesture and the music stops. Luzi looks annoyed at him. „That was good. Why did you make it stop?"
God looks at her strictly. „Was that your idea? You know I don`t allow this satanic melodies in my house. Enjoy the night – I really don`t want to have vampires here. They always bring chaos and don`t even clean the mess they make. Okay," his voice gets softer again. „I think we can leave out the starting chorus. Let`s simply begin with the first solo."
Annas turns round and looks at the two figures in the audience. His pale blue eyes lock with Luzi`s black, then he lowers his head before God. „Kaiaphas, isn`t feeling well, my lord." He sais humbly, a wily smile gliding across his motionless face.
„Oh," God looks concerned. „I hope it`s nothing serious."
„No, mylord." Annas replies. „He must have eaten something wrong. But if you demand it, I`ll go and have a look at him."
„Yes, please do this. And send him my regards." God nodds friendly towards Annas who immediately turns round and stuts with swinging robe towards the exit. All breathe a sigh of relief and relax visibly after Annas has left.
„Okay." God gets up. „I think we`ve had enough of prologue now. We begin."
Herodes claps his hands in anticipation. „I`m so excited. This could be the big breakthrough, the chance I`ve been waiting for all these years. Ah, now they`ll all see that I have quality, starquality. I will be a SUPERSTAR. And the groupies will all come to me." He smiles foolishly obviously having reached his own personal heaven.
„Well, Herodes" God sais. „Actually you have to go off stage now. Your scene is set at the end of the play."
Herodes pouts. „That`s not fair. I`m a star. I can`t deprive all my devoted fans of the chance of adoring me."
Simon points into the empty audience. „See, Herodes, all your fans are already here." His blue eyes gleam brightly.
Herodes shoots him a disapproving glance. „I think you won`t get no autograph, Simon." Then he throws his head back, shaking his locks, what would have been more impressive, if he actually had locks, and prances towards the end of stage. He throws the dark silent Roman a look over his shoulder hissing: „Do you come, Pilate? If I remember it right, your scene is at the end, too." Then he trips the stairs down from stage to the audience, and sits down in the second row; Pilate follows him with brisk movements and stands silently in a corner.
„Good. So my dear children, let`s begin with he show." God sits down on his seat and smiles contently.
The disciples exchange confused glances. „How do we begin?" Jacobus whispers.
„Don`t look at me." Olivia replies. „I`m new."
„Well, maybe we could begin with a chorus." Peter suggests. „What do you say?" He looks around.
„Chorus sounds okay to me." Simon smiles. „It reminds me of the good old days when I was with the Zealotes. We used to sit around the campfire, playing guitar and singing these wonderful songs about how we would erase the Romans. Ah it was such a great time, so carefree and peaceful!" his blue eyes get a dreamy expression.
„Oh God, please, let`s begin quickly, or he will never stop raving about the golden days with the Zealotes. Gosh, I really wish he had stayed with them." Judas rolls his eyes.
„Okay, so we`ll sing a chorus." Jesus picks up the thread.
„I don`t think you should be involved." Peter throws in.
„Why not?" Jesus lips tremble and his blue eyes begin to swim. „I have been your leader after all. You can`t leave me out."
Olivia steps towards him and strokes his hair softly. „I think you and Judas can`t sing the chorus because you`re protagonist and antagonist."
„What brings us to the questions who´s who?" Judas sais dryly. „I`m fed up with beeing the bad guy."
„But you..." Jesus rebels.
„I know, I know, I was the one who betrayed you by trading you to the priests, and it`s all my fault that you`ve been crucified." Judas drones in monotone voice and sighs. „I think we`ve already discussed this topic."
„Do you always have to be the centre of attention?" Simon suddenly bursts out and glares furiously at Judas. „We were talking about what chorus we schould begin with and of course you had to lead the attention back to you." He literally steams with anger
Judas smirks contemptuously. „Are you jealous, Simon? That I have this natural charisma and you have only prickle hair?"
Simon narrows his flashing blue eyes and stares into Judas brown that are sparkling with amusement. „At least I have hair."
Judas sighs. „Go and play with your weapons."
Simon obviously considers to jump upon Judas and knock him to the ground, but before he can make a move, Jesus steps in the middle and for the first time he really resembles with the image the Christian world has of their leader. His golden locks flow in soft waves upon his shoulders and his blue eyes gleam with calmness and security, when he opens his arms and touches Simon`s and Judas `heads with his hands. He smiles softly and speaks with tender, but firm voice. „Don`t argue!" Simon and Judas look at him and get silent immediately; The angry flash vanishes from Simon`s eyes and in Judas eyes, that sparkled with irony just a moment ago, softness grows. Even Olivia stares at Jesus, an unbelieving gleam in her eyes. „It`s him." She whispers almost reverently. Jesus moves down his hands and the flowing magic disappears.
„Okay," Peter sais. „let`s simply begin, and we`ll see if it`s right."
The others nodd, and prepare themselves for the singing, while Jesus and Judas stay a bit in the background.
Enticing music fills the air and one after one the disciple`s mouthes form the words. „Salve regina mater misericordia. Vita ducedo et spes nostra. Salve, salve regina Peron."
„Stop." Jacobus interrupts the chorus. „I don`t think we ever called Jesus Peron? Did we?"
Peter looks confused. „No, what did we sing?"
Olivia sighs. „it`s from a musical, called „Evita", dealing with the life of Eva Peron, an Argentine heroine."
„How did it come to our minds? And why the hell is it in Latin?" Simon obviously must have had one or two encounters with this language before, at least he takes it`s mere existence as a personal affront.
„I think," Olivia starts pensively. „it`s just because the musicals have been written by the same composer."
„Composer?" Jacobus frowns. „I thought he was the creator of this." He looks over to God who smiles benevolently. „Yes, I have created it, this is my story; but what`s the worth of a story if it isn`t told? So I inspired this English man and he did a fantastic job with it." His eyes darken. „But I am not responsible for this train-thing. And now please go on."
A humming rhythm electrifies the air and their bodies begin to move in a state of trance. „Dies irae kyriae, libera me, domine. Dies irae kyriae, requiem me, domine. Carpe noctem, carpe noctem. Sancta nox, sancta nox, libera me, domina, libera me domina." God shows a determined gesture and the music stops. Luzi looks annoyed at him. „That was good. Why did you make it stop?"
God looks at her strictly. „Was that your idea? You know I don`t allow this satanic melodies in my house. Enjoy the night – I really don`t want to have vampires here. They always bring chaos and don`t even clean the mess they make. Okay," his voice gets softer again. „I think we can leave out the starting chorus. Let`s simply begin with the first solo."