Part 18
Olivia leads Jesus to the stairs. "Are you feeling better now?" she asks.
Jesus sits down and smiles up at her. "Much better."
"How touching!" a nasal voice is heard. "God, this is more tiring than your beloved soapoperas. Could we please, please go on?" Herodes whines. "Yes, he`s right." Luzi nodds emphatically. "The sooner we go on, the sooner the play will be ended and we can send Olivia down on earth again." Someone can hardly suppress a chuckle. Luzi turns to the stage and looks in grinning faces. "What?" she asks. "I`m only concerned." "I bet you are." God mumbles and gives a cough, when Luzi spears him with flaring eyes. "We can`t go on without Annas. Where is he?" he asks impatiently.
"I`m here, my lord." Annas walks from behind towards the stage, leaving a trace of cold behind. "Annas," God turns to him, relieved to avoid Luzi`s gaze. "Where`s Caiaphas?" Annas bows humbly. "I apologize, my lord, but he`s still sick." A concerned expression grows in God`s eyes. "What`s wrong with him? Do we have to call for a doctor?" "I don`t think this will be necessary." Annas smiles ironically. "I guess he has had too much ambrosia, and now he has got nausea." "Ambrosia is devilisch stuff. One glass and you´re dead drunk. But it`s soo sweet. Don`t you agree?" Herodes turns to Pilate, trying for the umpteenth time to involve the silent man into a talk, but the Roman stays imovable like a rock. "I never drink, makes men soft." He shows a little contemptous smirk. "So what do we do now?" God asks. "We need Caiaphas for the next scene." "No we don`t need him." Annas contradicts calmly. "We just need someone who plays his role." His watery eyes glide over the crowd. Suddenly Luzi jumps up. "I can do that." God turns to her. "Don`t be silly, Luzi!" "Yes, I`ll play the role." Luzi repeats emphatically. "I`ve always dreamed of being on stage." Her black coal-eyes shine with anticipation. "Oh please, please please let me play the role." She looks pleadingly at God who gives in sighing. "Okay."
Luzi jumps on stage, rushes towards Judas and embraces him tightly. "Now I`m an actor like you." She rejoices. Judas detaches slowly. "It`s nothing special. In a way we all are actors. He for example is a brilliant actor." He nodds towards Jesus, grinning broadly. "He pretended to be the messiah, the saviour, bringer of love, eraser of all sins, and millions of people believed him." He smirks at Olivia. "And after all he`s just a man." "Ah come on." Luzi gets in his way, blocking the sight on Olivia and forces Judas to look at her instead. "Don`t tease him all the time! After all he was your best friend.He`s not that bad. He died for all of you and he loved her so much." She looks at Olivia. "I think no woman has ever been loved this way." Olivia shakes her head regretfully. "I can`t remember." Luzi reaches out and squeezes her hand, showing a smile that doesn`t reach her eyes. "You will, and you two will have a happy life in heaven, after your life on earth has been fulfilled. Okay," she turns round and lets her eyes roam over the group of people. "You can play the chorus, you know this Hosanna superstar stuff." She tells Jacobus, Peter and Simond. "And you should stay in the background." She nodds at Judas, Jesus and Olivia. "Don`t disturb our scene!"
"When did she become our director." Simon mumbles. Luzi steps quickly closer. "Did you say anything, Simon?" she asks strictly. He lifts his head, but doesn`t dare to look into her eyes. "No, ma´m." he answers almost shyly. "Simon, Simon," Luzi shakes her head sighing. "You`re a trouble maker." She smiles, reaches out to caress his blonde hair and jumps back giving away a little scream. "What the hell is that?" she looks unbelievingly at her fingers that glisten wet now. Simon blushes to the roots of his light hair. "It`s just something to make my hair look cool. You know spikey and so..." His voice trails of. "But you`re dead." Luzi looks confused at him. "Your hair doesn´t matter anymore. Besides there are no mirrors in heaven." Simon`s eyes darken. "Please don`t remind me of that. Can you imagine how hard it is to fix my hair without a mirror? You could have left at least one single mirror when you moved out." His lips tremble. "And finally we found out the true reason why Simons`s so keen on going back to earth again." Judas smirks ironically. "He misses the one he loves most - his mirror image." Simon glares at Judas, opens his mouth to say something, but when he notices Luzi`s intent look, he decides that it`s best to stay silent. Luzi sighs. "Oh Simon, you could have had a fine career. Why did you choose the looser`s side?" "Jesus isn`t a loser." Peter defends his former boss, who´s still a bit pissed off by the fact Peter had denied him three times. "Not a loser?" Annas strolls closer smiling coldly. "Let`s think about it. He´s got stuck with a group of unemployed blockheads, didn`t had the slightest idea of a direction to go or a way to realize his plans, no leaders abilities, no money, no influence, just obeyed daddy`s orders, and in the end he got killed and the group was dispersed. That`s what I call a troup of losers. And what does it make you if you choose to be a member of a troup of losers? Come on, Simon, even you can solve this riddle." Simon frowns, thinks for a few seconds, then steps forwards and graps Annas by his collar. "Don`t you dare to call me a loser again!" his eyes flash angrily, then he hesitates and looks back to Peter and Jacobus. "He called me a loser, didn`t he?" The others nodd and Simon turns to Annas again. "I`m no loser." Annas detaches, smoothes his robe and smirks. "Just choose better next time. Okay," he turns to Luzi. "Are you ready? Then let`s get on with the show."
"How touching!" a nasal voice is heard. "God, this is more tiring than your beloved soapoperas. Could we please, please go on?" Herodes whines. "Yes, he`s right." Luzi nodds emphatically. "The sooner we go on, the sooner the play will be ended and we can send Olivia down on earth again." Someone can hardly suppress a chuckle. Luzi turns to the stage and looks in grinning faces. "What?" she asks. "I`m only concerned." "I bet you are." God mumbles and gives a cough, when Luzi spears him with flaring eyes. "We can`t go on without Annas. Where is he?" he asks impatiently.
"I`m here, my lord." Annas walks from behind towards the stage, leaving a trace of cold behind. "Annas," God turns to him, relieved to avoid Luzi`s gaze. "Where`s Caiaphas?" Annas bows humbly. "I apologize, my lord, but he`s still sick." A concerned expression grows in God`s eyes. "What`s wrong with him? Do we have to call for a doctor?" "I don`t think this will be necessary." Annas smiles ironically. "I guess he has had too much ambrosia, and now he has got nausea." "Ambrosia is devilisch stuff. One glass and you´re dead drunk. But it`s soo sweet. Don`t you agree?" Herodes turns to Pilate, trying for the umpteenth time to involve the silent man into a talk, but the Roman stays imovable like a rock. "I never drink, makes men soft." He shows a little contemptous smirk. "So what do we do now?" God asks. "We need Caiaphas for the next scene." "No we don`t need him." Annas contradicts calmly. "We just need someone who plays his role." His watery eyes glide over the crowd. Suddenly Luzi jumps up. "I can do that." God turns to her. "Don`t be silly, Luzi!" "Yes, I`ll play the role." Luzi repeats emphatically. "I`ve always dreamed of being on stage." Her black coal-eyes shine with anticipation. "Oh please, please please let me play the role." She looks pleadingly at God who gives in sighing. "Okay."
Luzi jumps on stage, rushes towards Judas and embraces him tightly. "Now I`m an actor like you." She rejoices. Judas detaches slowly. "It`s nothing special. In a way we all are actors. He for example is a brilliant actor." He nodds towards Jesus, grinning broadly. "He pretended to be the messiah, the saviour, bringer of love, eraser of all sins, and millions of people believed him." He smirks at Olivia. "And after all he`s just a man." "Ah come on." Luzi gets in his way, blocking the sight on Olivia and forces Judas to look at her instead. "Don`t tease him all the time! After all he was your best friend.He`s not that bad. He died for all of you and he loved her so much." She looks at Olivia. "I think no woman has ever been loved this way." Olivia shakes her head regretfully. "I can`t remember." Luzi reaches out and squeezes her hand, showing a smile that doesn`t reach her eyes. "You will, and you two will have a happy life in heaven, after your life on earth has been fulfilled. Okay," she turns round and lets her eyes roam over the group of people. "You can play the chorus, you know this Hosanna superstar stuff." She tells Jacobus, Peter and Simond. "And you should stay in the background." She nodds at Judas, Jesus and Olivia. "Don`t disturb our scene!"
"When did she become our director." Simon mumbles. Luzi steps quickly closer. "Did you say anything, Simon?" she asks strictly. He lifts his head, but doesn`t dare to look into her eyes. "No, ma´m." he answers almost shyly. "Simon, Simon," Luzi shakes her head sighing. "You`re a trouble maker." She smiles, reaches out to caress his blonde hair and jumps back giving away a little scream. "What the hell is that?" she looks unbelievingly at her fingers that glisten wet now. Simon blushes to the roots of his light hair. "It`s just something to make my hair look cool. You know spikey and so..." His voice trails of. "But you`re dead." Luzi looks confused at him. "Your hair doesn´t matter anymore. Besides there are no mirrors in heaven." Simon`s eyes darken. "Please don`t remind me of that. Can you imagine how hard it is to fix my hair without a mirror? You could have left at least one single mirror when you moved out." His lips tremble. "And finally we found out the true reason why Simons`s so keen on going back to earth again." Judas smirks ironically. "He misses the one he loves most - his mirror image." Simon glares at Judas, opens his mouth to say something, but when he notices Luzi`s intent look, he decides that it`s best to stay silent. Luzi sighs. "Oh Simon, you could have had a fine career. Why did you choose the looser`s side?" "Jesus isn`t a loser." Peter defends his former boss, who´s still a bit pissed off by the fact Peter had denied him three times. "Not a loser?" Annas strolls closer smiling coldly. "Let`s think about it. He´s got stuck with a group of unemployed blockheads, didn`t had the slightest idea of a direction to go or a way to realize his plans, no leaders abilities, no money, no influence, just obeyed daddy`s orders, and in the end he got killed and the group was dispersed. That`s what I call a troup of losers. And what does it make you if you choose to be a member of a troup of losers? Come on, Simon, even you can solve this riddle." Simon frowns, thinks for a few seconds, then steps forwards and graps Annas by his collar. "Don`t you dare to call me a loser again!" his eyes flash angrily, then he hesitates and looks back to Peter and Jacobus. "He called me a loser, didn`t he?" The others nodd and Simon turns to Annas again. "I`m no loser." Annas detaches, smoothes his robe and smirks. "Just choose better next time. Okay," he turns to Luzi. "Are you ready? Then let`s get on with the show."