Part 21
"And what now?" Olivia looks rather helpless. "What scene comes now?"
Jesus shrugs. "I don`t know. I must have forgotten. All I know`s," he
glares at Judas. "that someone will leave to betray."
Judas rolls his eyes. "i shouldn`t complain, we haven`t heard this for
quite a while." He murmurs, then turns to Jesus. "What do you think, Jesus?
Shall we rush this soapopera a bit?"
"Hey!" growls a bass, belonging to God in whose eyes suddenly promises of
the Flood, plagues, raining fire upon virtuous cities like Sodom and
Gomorrha and purgatories for critics appear.
"Sorry." Judas doesn`t dodge his look. "But I still have a bone to pick
with you. After all you damned me for all time in your omnipresent wisdom
and omnipotent mercy."
"Oh, yes, good that we talked about it." God has as least the decency to
look embarassed, earning a disapproving look of two black-coal eyes, but
Judas doesn`t notice and turns to Jesus again.
"JC," he continues affably. "If I hurry I`ll catch up with Annas. I can
tell him where you are. Not that he doesn`t know." He adds sharp-witted.
"Just tell me to go."
Jesus pouts. "You can`t wait to do it, can you?"
"Yeah, JC, I`ve always dreamed of becoming the betrayer, the one who`s
damned for all time for being responisble not only for the death of his
best friend, but for the death of the messiah." Judas` smirks mockingly,
but his eyes glow darkly. Jesus breaks away from his intense gaze. "I, I
didn`t, you, it was necessary." Stumbles the son of God.
"What was necessary?" Olivia strolls closer watching Jesus intently, who
lifts his head, but doesn`t reply her glance. "He," he swallows. "It was
set,fate," finally his voice gets some more strength. "What`s that all
about?" he suddenly shouts. "He was the one who betrayed me, I didn`t tell
him to run to the priests, I didn`t tell him to sell his soul! It was his
choice" He swings round and flashes at Olivia. "And you! Why do you always
look for excuses for him? Why do you always sneak around him and devour him
with your eyes? Do you think I wouldn`t see?" he shouts himself into rage,
while Judas raises an eyebrow and turns Peter. "She devours me with her
eyes?" he whispers, and when Peter nodds, a huge grin spreads across his
face. "She devours me with her eyes." His dark eyes sparkle.
"I was his victim." Jesus continues to rage and graps Olivia`s shoulder. "I
was the one who was betrayed. I`m the one you should care for, the one you
should...." his voice trails away, when he lets go of her and turns around
his blue eyes shining wet.
"Ah please?" a hand is raised up. "Yes, Jacobus." Jesus sais, appareently calm and relaxed again. "Shouldn`t we get on with the play? I mean after all Olivia hasn`t go much time anymore." Jesus presses his lips together, a dark spark flares up in his eyes, then he sighs resigned. "Yes, we should move on."
"I think I know now what this show lacks." Sais Herodes in nasal tone. "This story lacks something?" God starts to look upset again. "Why does everyone think he has to carp about my story? Besides It has been good enough for you 20000 years ago when you were king, Herodes? So what made you a critic?" "Ah no, I´d never dare to criticise such an amazing story." Herodes hurries to reassure. "It`s brilliantly written, true genius is radiating from it." He tries to not slip on the trace of slime he`s pouring over God, but the lord doesn`t seem to notice, he leans back again and smiles contently. "As I said it`s a great story," Herodes breathes a sigh of relief. "But it´s so dark and brooding. Don`t get me wrong," he sais hastily when a wrinkle appears on the divine forehead. "It`s a beautiful darkness, but what do you think about something that lightens up the scene a bit?" "Hmm," God strokes his beard before he remembers that he chose to do without beard this time. "That sounds interesting. Go on, Herodes." "Well," Herodes sais and tries to climbs onto stage. He tries three times, before Peter lends him a hand and pulls him up. "Okay, what this show needs," Herodes stretches, trying to evoke the impression he was taller than the average hobbit and proclaims in solemn tone, but with croaking voice. "What this show needs is a showstopper!" "A showstopper?" Simon looks confused. "Why should someone want to stop a show?" "I would say you`re a damn blockhead," Judas sais politely, "But actually I have no idea either." "A showstopper!" Herodes looks around rather desperated. "Does noone of you know what a showstopper is?" "I`m afraid not." Peter sais. "Maybe this is becasue we hadn`t much time to visit the shows in our lifetime." Jesus tries to explain. "Besides the shows were, hmm, diffrent." "And so were the actresses." Judas sneaks closer to Olivia, who frowns thoughtfully. "But you haven`t had actresses, men were playing female roles." "I wasn`t talking about the kind of shows you saw on stage." Judas smirks licking his lips shortly. Olivia blushes deeply and steps quickly forward, clearing her throat. "I think I know what you mean. A showstopper is a song that is meant to carry the audience away, to make them rave in enthusiasm. It`s mostly the hitsong of the show, the one the people won`t forget, even if they tried, the one they`ll curse, for it gets stuck in their minds." "A hit song you say?" Simon suddenly seems quite interested. "Yes," Herodes nodds. "The hitsong." He shrugs. "Even though I think a show doesn´t need more than one hit. And my song will be certainly the hightlight." Polite silence rises up. "However," Herode`s glassy eyes shine. "I already can see the title: Superstar. Jesus Christ Superstar!" "What a stupid title." Judas mumbles. "No, no, let him keep on talking." Jesus interrupts him. "I like the title." "I bet you do." Judas smirks ironically. "Yes, Jesus Christ Superstar. But I think we should place it at the end of the play." Herodes eyes glitter. "Shortly before Jesus is crucified. Then we get most of the attention, and noone will forget the song." "Forget it." Jesus sais shortly. "I won`t be crucified. I told you." Herodes looks not very pleased. "I wouldn`t bet. But okay, then we`ll have to do the song now. But who could sing it?" "Me, me," Simon lifts both hands hectically. "Let me sing this song. I can do it, I`m the best for it." His blue eyes beam with anticipation. "No." Herodes shakes his thin hair. He looks searching around then points at Judas. "You!" "Who? Me?" Judas asks surprised. "Yes, you," Herodes sais. "The darkest character singing the lightest song, that will be fun." He giggles, while Judas shrugs and starts smiling. "Oh yes, I can see the fun." A light spark appears in his eyes. "But if this is a hitsong, I definitely need a chorus girl, don`t you agree?" He blinks at Herodes, who nodds. "Yes, of course." Judas looks around obviously looking for an appropriate chorusgirl. "Well, the election is overwhelming, but I choose," Luzi stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Olivia." He smiles mischiouvisly, while on luzi`s cheek a red spot appears, making her look as if she`s been beaten in the face. Silently she climbs down the stairs and sits down next to God.
"Oh no, don`t choose him!" Simon starts to whine. "I`m much better. I look so much cooler than Judas. I have all this spikey hair, and what does he have got?" "An unique voice?" "A muscular chest?" "Brilliant acting skills?" The others are only to eager to help. Simon decides to ignore them and focuses on Herodes. "Please I want to sing this song. If you want, I can even dye my hair dark." He looks at Herodes pleadingly, but the former king slowly shakes his head, enjoying the disappointtment that darkens Simon`s facial expression. "Judas has to sing it. Full stop. Okay," he walks towards Jduas. "But you can`t come on stage dressed like this. Come with me," he takes Jduas`s arm and drags the reluctant man away. "We`ll find you something more glittering."
"Ah please?" a hand is raised up. "Yes, Jacobus." Jesus sais, appareently calm and relaxed again. "Shouldn`t we get on with the play? I mean after all Olivia hasn`t go much time anymore." Jesus presses his lips together, a dark spark flares up in his eyes, then he sighs resigned. "Yes, we should move on."
"I think I know now what this show lacks." Sais Herodes in nasal tone. "This story lacks something?" God starts to look upset again. "Why does everyone think he has to carp about my story? Besides It has been good enough for you 20000 years ago when you were king, Herodes? So what made you a critic?" "Ah no, I´d never dare to criticise such an amazing story." Herodes hurries to reassure. "It`s brilliantly written, true genius is radiating from it." He tries to not slip on the trace of slime he`s pouring over God, but the lord doesn`t seem to notice, he leans back again and smiles contently. "As I said it`s a great story," Herodes breathes a sigh of relief. "But it´s so dark and brooding. Don`t get me wrong," he sais hastily when a wrinkle appears on the divine forehead. "It`s a beautiful darkness, but what do you think about something that lightens up the scene a bit?" "Hmm," God strokes his beard before he remembers that he chose to do without beard this time. "That sounds interesting. Go on, Herodes." "Well," Herodes sais and tries to climbs onto stage. He tries three times, before Peter lends him a hand and pulls him up. "Okay, what this show needs," Herodes stretches, trying to evoke the impression he was taller than the average hobbit and proclaims in solemn tone, but with croaking voice. "What this show needs is a showstopper!" "A showstopper?" Simon looks confused. "Why should someone want to stop a show?" "I would say you`re a damn blockhead," Judas sais politely, "But actually I have no idea either." "A showstopper!" Herodes looks around rather desperated. "Does noone of you know what a showstopper is?" "I`m afraid not." Peter sais. "Maybe this is becasue we hadn`t much time to visit the shows in our lifetime." Jesus tries to explain. "Besides the shows were, hmm, diffrent." "And so were the actresses." Judas sneaks closer to Olivia, who frowns thoughtfully. "But you haven`t had actresses, men were playing female roles." "I wasn`t talking about the kind of shows you saw on stage." Judas smirks licking his lips shortly. Olivia blushes deeply and steps quickly forward, clearing her throat. "I think I know what you mean. A showstopper is a song that is meant to carry the audience away, to make them rave in enthusiasm. It`s mostly the hitsong of the show, the one the people won`t forget, even if they tried, the one they`ll curse, for it gets stuck in their minds." "A hit song you say?" Simon suddenly seems quite interested. "Yes," Herodes nodds. "The hitsong." He shrugs. "Even though I think a show doesn´t need more than one hit. And my song will be certainly the hightlight." Polite silence rises up. "However," Herode`s glassy eyes shine. "I already can see the title: Superstar. Jesus Christ Superstar!" "What a stupid title." Judas mumbles. "No, no, let him keep on talking." Jesus interrupts him. "I like the title." "I bet you do." Judas smirks ironically. "Yes, Jesus Christ Superstar. But I think we should place it at the end of the play." Herodes eyes glitter. "Shortly before Jesus is crucified. Then we get most of the attention, and noone will forget the song." "Forget it." Jesus sais shortly. "I won`t be crucified. I told you." Herodes looks not very pleased. "I wouldn`t bet. But okay, then we`ll have to do the song now. But who could sing it?" "Me, me," Simon lifts both hands hectically. "Let me sing this song. I can do it, I`m the best for it." His blue eyes beam with anticipation. "No." Herodes shakes his thin hair. He looks searching around then points at Judas. "You!" "Who? Me?" Judas asks surprised. "Yes, you," Herodes sais. "The darkest character singing the lightest song, that will be fun." He giggles, while Judas shrugs and starts smiling. "Oh yes, I can see the fun." A light spark appears in his eyes. "But if this is a hitsong, I definitely need a chorus girl, don`t you agree?" He blinks at Herodes, who nodds. "Yes, of course." Judas looks around obviously looking for an appropriate chorusgirl. "Well, the election is overwhelming, but I choose," Luzi stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Olivia." He smiles mischiouvisly, while on luzi`s cheek a red spot appears, making her look as if she`s been beaten in the face. Silently she climbs down the stairs and sits down next to God.
"Oh no, don`t choose him!" Simon starts to whine. "I`m much better. I look so much cooler than Judas. I have all this spikey hair, and what does he have got?" "An unique voice?" "A muscular chest?" "Brilliant acting skills?" The others are only to eager to help. Simon decides to ignore them and focuses on Herodes. "Please I want to sing this song. If you want, I can even dye my hair dark." He looks at Herodes pleadingly, but the former king slowly shakes his head, enjoying the disappointtment that darkens Simon`s facial expression. "Judas has to sing it. Full stop. Okay," he walks towards Jduas. "But you can`t come on stage dressed like this. Come with me," he takes Jduas`s arm and drags the reluctant man away. "We`ll find you something more glittering."