Olivia throws a confused look over her shoulder, stumbles, but gets back
her balance within a second and steps onto the visible part of the stage.
She approaches Jesus, like she`s supposed to, strokes his hair, caresses
his face and smiles devoted out of shyly lowered eyes like the caricature
of a woman from this oldfashioned age Jesus and his companions were living
in. She tries to throw herself into the role, tries to get a connection to
Mary, apparently her elder Self. But it`s really hard to surpress the
personality of an independent assertive woman of today.
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT
She takes Jesus by the hand and pulls him down to sit with her on the stairs cradling him like a child in her arms.
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT:
„Cool yourself, if you`re hot!" her inner voice grumbles saucily, used to fight against any sign of chauvinism.
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT
She sings with all her might, hoping the monotone repetition would help her getting a feeling for this devoted behaviour that feels so wrong, so strange to her.
She slowly runs her fingers through Jesus` thick blonde hair and he obviously feels very comfortable with it.
MARY MMH THAT IS GOOD!
Neither Olivia nor Jesus notice Judas who steps out of the shadows and watches them from a distance his eyes shooting sharpened arrowheads in their direction.
Jesus leans a bit forward and looks almost angry at his disciples, who are loafing about at his feet.
WHILE YOU PRATTLE THROUGH YOUR SUPPER
WHEN AND WHERE AND WHO AND HOW
SHE ALONE HAS TRIED TO GIVE ME WHAT I NEED RIGHT HERE AND NOW.
He turns his face to Olivia, and while his disciples repeat the refrain again; now it becomes instantly clear why Simon is called „Zealot": his enthusaism for these lines seems never to cease; obviuosly he`s glad that he can keep such a difficult phrase in mind and is eager to show his knowledge over and over again. Jesus` blue eyes lock with Olivia`s green, and suddenly the memory strikes Olivia like a cold gush. Mary loved Jesus! They were a couple, she remembers to have read it in a book some years ago. Olivia freezes and looks even deeper into his skyblue eyes searching for something familiar, something that strikes the same chord in her heart as it had must have stroken in Mary`s. If she really was Mary –and she slowly grew accostumed to this thought- and Mary loved the messiah, she would remember, she would fall in love with him again.
„Aren`t they a lovely couple?" Luzi asks enraptured. „Oh they should stay together forever, they`re just perfect for each other. Like Romeo and Juliet, Napoleon and Josephine, Don Quichote and Dulcinea, Caesar and Kleopatra, Merlin and Morgane, Judas and me." A lurking expression appears in her black eyes, which shine like two polished iron orbs.
„Whatever you say, my dear." God mumbles under his breath not daring to look at his former lover, and the lips of the deathly serious Roman curl into the slightest hint of a smirk.
„Interesting choice of couples." Herod screeches through the silence. „All the men are dead."
IT SEEMS TO ME A STRANGE THING MYSTIFYING
Olivia looks up and sees Judas coming closer with slow movements, an inscrutable gleam in his eyes.
THAT A MAN LIKE YOU CAN WAST EHIS TIME ON WOMEN OF HER KIND.
He rests his hands on his knees and looks provokingly at Olivia, who stares holes into the air, trying to ignore how close he is. But when she hears his last words, she abruptly turns her head and looks in shock at him, completely forgetting that she`s in the middle of a play. An old familiar feeling of shame and humilitation rises up inside her and she clenches her fists angrily.
YES I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT SHE AMUSES
Judas turns away his gaze and strokes his chin, giving a dirty gesture, he obviously enjoys the diesbelief Olivia`s eyes show so clearly.
BUT TO LET HER STROKE YOU; KISS YOUR HAIR
IS HARDLY IN YOUR LINE
He shakes his head, a mocking smile plays around his lips, and Olivia apruptly gets up, feeling the blood roaring loudly inside her ears.
He seems to enjoy the role he`s playing, and he`s much too convinicing in expressing his contempt for her. But why shouldn`t he be confincing? After all this had happened some time ago, it wasn`t only a play, it wasn`t all invention, it had been true. Olivia remembers suddenly feeling a big lump inside her throat.
IT`S NOT THAT I OBJEC TO HER PROFESSION
He grips her wrist, pulls her a few inches closer to him and pierces her with an enigmatic look out of dark glowing eyes; a tensed silence arises, and he hesitates for about one heartbeat, before he pushes her vehemently down the stairs and turns back to Jesus.
IT DOESN`T FIT IN WILL WITH WHAT YOU TEACH AND SAY
But Jesus doesn`t take notice of him and walks towards Olivia who still sits on the floor staring incredulously at Judas.
IT DOESN`T HELP US IF YOU´RE INCONSISTENT
THEY ONLY NEED A SMALL EXCUSE TO PUT US ALL AWAY
Jesus reaches Olivia and wants to help her up, but she shakes off his arms and gets up on her own, her green eyes flashing with blind rage. She throws her head back and glares at Judas who looks a bit surprised, but returns her glance with an amused expression in his eyes.
WHO ARE YOU TO CRITICIZE ME?
WHO ARE YOU TO DESPISE ME?
All people, even the divine and those who think themselves divine hold their breath; noone points out that Olivia has changed the words.
Everyone seems to feel that there`s something unbelievable happening; something that hasn`t been written in the script. But not even Luzi dares to meddle in, when Olivia heads towards Judas, her rage and the feeling of humiliation increasing with every step, burning her brain and handing her over to pure instincts –she doesn`t even know herself if it`s her own feeling or a memory of a life she had completely forgotten. She stops one step below Judas and bores her flashing green eyes into his sparkling brown.
LEAVE ME LEAVE ME
LET ME BE NOW
Her voice almost cracks; the adrenaline shoots like posion through her veins and leaves her body shaking helplessly, but somewhere deep down in a hidden corner, where her brain still works, she knows that she won`t be able to bear this overflow of hormones for very much longer, that her nervous system will sooner or later –but probably rahter sooner- be simply short-circuited.
LEAVE HER; LEAVE HER
SHE`S WITH ME NOW
Jesus, who suddenly is beside her, takes her hand and pulls her back, sinking his blue eyes in hers, caressing her cheek trying to calm her; slowly her agitation ceases and she tries to get back control over her still trembling body suppressing the tears that are pricking behind the back of her eyes.
Jesus steps forwards and stares at Judas; an unusual irreconcilable expression hardens his eyes, telling Judas that he has overshot the mark by far.
IF YOUR SLATE IS CLEAN YOU CAN THROW STONES
IF YOUR SLATE IS NOT THEN LEAVE HER ALONE
Judas tries to look at Olivia, but Jesus obstructs his view nailing at his place with an intransigent gaze.
Judas raises one eyebrow in mild surprise. He looks down and
Smirks ironically: „But I have a clean slate. You know that it´s almost impossible to get dirty in heaven and hell. Must be because of the lack of earth."
Olivia detaches from Jesus and walks towards stage`s exit; Judas steps in her way looking questioningly at her; she returns the glance coldly and pulls back her hand when he tries to take it as if she was afraid his touch could hurt her even more than his words did. Of course she knows she`s acting like a silly schoolgirl, but she can`t help it, the feeling of humiliation, of contempt and rejection burns like fire inside her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. Is this the way Judas made Mary feel? Well, if she actually was Mary, there was a score she had to settle with him.
But she had an advantage now, she was no longer Mary and she could return every offense; didn`t Stephen always adore her for her ready wit?
So she steps forward again, forces a broad smile onto her lips and beams at Judas, using her acting skills to hide the pain inside: „I`m glad you don`t object to my profession. I wouldn`t want to scare you." She sais with slightly hoarse voice and brings her face so close to his, that her lips almost touch his, then she retreats and whispers so quietely that noone could overhear it: „You`re just a man, Judas, and I`ve had so many men before." She reaises her eyebrow, smirking naughtily. „In very many ways, you´re just one more."
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT
She takes Jesus by the hand and pulls him down to sit with her on the stairs cradling him like a child in her arms.
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT:
„Cool yourself, if you`re hot!" her inner voice grumbles saucily, used to fight against any sign of chauvinism.
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT
LET ME TRY TO COOL DOWN YOUR FACE A BIT
She sings with all her might, hoping the monotone repetition would help her getting a feeling for this devoted behaviour that feels so wrong, so strange to her.
She slowly runs her fingers through Jesus` thick blonde hair and he obviously feels very comfortable with it.
MARY MMH THAT IS GOOD!
Neither Olivia nor Jesus notice Judas who steps out of the shadows and watches them from a distance his eyes shooting sharpened arrowheads in their direction.
Jesus leans a bit forward and looks almost angry at his disciples, who are loafing about at his feet.
WHILE YOU PRATTLE THROUGH YOUR SUPPER
WHEN AND WHERE AND WHO AND HOW
SHE ALONE HAS TRIED TO GIVE ME WHAT I NEED RIGHT HERE AND NOW.
He turns his face to Olivia, and while his disciples repeat the refrain again; now it becomes instantly clear why Simon is called „Zealot": his enthusaism for these lines seems never to cease; obviuosly he`s glad that he can keep such a difficult phrase in mind and is eager to show his knowledge over and over again. Jesus` blue eyes lock with Olivia`s green, and suddenly the memory strikes Olivia like a cold gush. Mary loved Jesus! They were a couple, she remembers to have read it in a book some years ago. Olivia freezes and looks even deeper into his skyblue eyes searching for something familiar, something that strikes the same chord in her heart as it had must have stroken in Mary`s. If she really was Mary –and she slowly grew accostumed to this thought- and Mary loved the messiah, she would remember, she would fall in love with him again.
„Aren`t they a lovely couple?" Luzi asks enraptured. „Oh they should stay together forever, they`re just perfect for each other. Like Romeo and Juliet, Napoleon and Josephine, Don Quichote and Dulcinea, Caesar and Kleopatra, Merlin and Morgane, Judas and me." A lurking expression appears in her black eyes, which shine like two polished iron orbs.
„Whatever you say, my dear." God mumbles under his breath not daring to look at his former lover, and the lips of the deathly serious Roman curl into the slightest hint of a smirk.
„Interesting choice of couples." Herod screeches through the silence. „All the men are dead."
IT SEEMS TO ME A STRANGE THING MYSTIFYING
Olivia looks up and sees Judas coming closer with slow movements, an inscrutable gleam in his eyes.
THAT A MAN LIKE YOU CAN WAST EHIS TIME ON WOMEN OF HER KIND.
He rests his hands on his knees and looks provokingly at Olivia, who stares holes into the air, trying to ignore how close he is. But when she hears his last words, she abruptly turns her head and looks in shock at him, completely forgetting that she`s in the middle of a play. An old familiar feeling of shame and humilitation rises up inside her and she clenches her fists angrily.
YES I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT SHE AMUSES
Judas turns away his gaze and strokes his chin, giving a dirty gesture, he obviously enjoys the diesbelief Olivia`s eyes show so clearly.
BUT TO LET HER STROKE YOU; KISS YOUR HAIR
IS HARDLY IN YOUR LINE
He shakes his head, a mocking smile plays around his lips, and Olivia apruptly gets up, feeling the blood roaring loudly inside her ears.
He seems to enjoy the role he`s playing, and he`s much too convinicing in expressing his contempt for her. But why shouldn`t he be confincing? After all this had happened some time ago, it wasn`t only a play, it wasn`t all invention, it had been true. Olivia remembers suddenly feeling a big lump inside her throat.
IT`S NOT THAT I OBJEC TO HER PROFESSION
He grips her wrist, pulls her a few inches closer to him and pierces her with an enigmatic look out of dark glowing eyes; a tensed silence arises, and he hesitates for about one heartbeat, before he pushes her vehemently down the stairs and turns back to Jesus.
IT DOESN`T FIT IN WILL WITH WHAT YOU TEACH AND SAY
But Jesus doesn`t take notice of him and walks towards Olivia who still sits on the floor staring incredulously at Judas.
IT DOESN`T HELP US IF YOU´RE INCONSISTENT
THEY ONLY NEED A SMALL EXCUSE TO PUT US ALL AWAY
Jesus reaches Olivia and wants to help her up, but she shakes off his arms and gets up on her own, her green eyes flashing with blind rage. She throws her head back and glares at Judas who looks a bit surprised, but returns her glance with an amused expression in his eyes.
WHO ARE YOU TO CRITICIZE ME?
WHO ARE YOU TO DESPISE ME?
All people, even the divine and those who think themselves divine hold their breath; noone points out that Olivia has changed the words.
Everyone seems to feel that there`s something unbelievable happening; something that hasn`t been written in the script. But not even Luzi dares to meddle in, when Olivia heads towards Judas, her rage and the feeling of humiliation increasing with every step, burning her brain and handing her over to pure instincts –she doesn`t even know herself if it`s her own feeling or a memory of a life she had completely forgotten. She stops one step below Judas and bores her flashing green eyes into his sparkling brown.
LEAVE ME LEAVE ME
LET ME BE NOW
Her voice almost cracks; the adrenaline shoots like posion through her veins and leaves her body shaking helplessly, but somewhere deep down in a hidden corner, where her brain still works, she knows that she won`t be able to bear this overflow of hormones for very much longer, that her nervous system will sooner or later –but probably rahter sooner- be simply short-circuited.
LEAVE HER; LEAVE HER
SHE`S WITH ME NOW
Jesus, who suddenly is beside her, takes her hand and pulls her back, sinking his blue eyes in hers, caressing her cheek trying to calm her; slowly her agitation ceases and she tries to get back control over her still trembling body suppressing the tears that are pricking behind the back of her eyes.
Jesus steps forwards and stares at Judas; an unusual irreconcilable expression hardens his eyes, telling Judas that he has overshot the mark by far.
IF YOUR SLATE IS CLEAN YOU CAN THROW STONES
IF YOUR SLATE IS NOT THEN LEAVE HER ALONE
Judas tries to look at Olivia, but Jesus obstructs his view nailing at his place with an intransigent gaze.
Judas raises one eyebrow in mild surprise. He looks down and
Smirks ironically: „But I have a clean slate. You know that it´s almost impossible to get dirty in heaven and hell. Must be because of the lack of earth."
Olivia detaches from Jesus and walks towards stage`s exit; Judas steps in her way looking questioningly at her; she returns the glance coldly and pulls back her hand when he tries to take it as if she was afraid his touch could hurt her even more than his words did. Of course she knows she`s acting like a silly schoolgirl, but she can`t help it, the feeling of humiliation, of contempt and rejection burns like fire inside her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. Is this the way Judas made Mary feel? Well, if she actually was Mary, there was a score she had to settle with him.
But she had an advantage now, she was no longer Mary and she could return every offense; didn`t Stephen always adore her for her ready wit?
So she steps forward again, forces a broad smile onto her lips and beams at Judas, using her acting skills to hide the pain inside: „I`m glad you don`t object to my profession. I wouldn`t want to scare you." She sais with slightly hoarse voice and brings her face so close to his, that her lips almost touch his, then she retreats and whispers so quietely that noone could overhear it: „You`re just a man, Judas, and I`ve had so many men before." She reaises her eyebrow, smirking naughtily. „In very many ways, you´re just one more."