"Glory, Power" Simon exclaims a huge grin illuminating his open face. "But
you can have all that, Jesus!"
"Simon, not again." Jesus throws him a short look and groans, but Simon
doesn`t even notice in his enthusiasm. "Jesus, the number of your followers
is higher than ever, there must be more than 30, 50 Thousand."
"Simon, ...."
"You could be a superstar!" Simon`s dazzling blue eyes beam brightly. "And
I`ll be at your side to fight your enemies. You`ll conquer the world. Just
think of the glory, think of the power we can achieve, if we returned to
earth right now!"
Jesus flashes irated at Simon.
NEITHER YOU SIMON NOR THE FIFTY THOUSAND
NOR THE ROMANS NOR THE JUEWS
NOR JUDAS
He turns quickly round and points at Judas, who raises his hands showing a
"Who-Me?" smirk.
NOR THE TWELVE; NOR THE PRIESTS NOR THE SCRIBES
NOR DOOMED JERUSALEM ITSELF
A soft gleam appears in his skyblue eyes as he turns his face into Olivia`s
direction.
UNDERSTAND WHAT POWER IS UNDERSTAND WHAT GLORY IS
UNDERSTAND AT ALL
But when Olivia turns away his gaze gets empty and forlorn, as he
whispers.
UNDERSTAND AT ALL.
"That`s all very well, dear brother." A cold voice reverberates through the air and slowly a slim figure with brown flowing hair and transparent brown eyes materializes in the middle of stage. "But I fear you don`t have time to make them understand." "Azrael." Jesus rolls his eyes and presses his lips together. "What do you want´?" "I´m only here as a little reminder." Azrael heads towards Olivia, and immediately Judas steps forward and stares at him his eyebrows knitted together, his arms folded before his chest. "Ah Judas." Azrael smiles wily. "Still trying to discover your knight`s qualities?" Without taking further notice of the darkhaired man he passes him and stops before Olivia, his smile vanishing from his lips give way to a serious expression. "Your time is almost through." Olivia backs away. "What do you mean?" "The machines will be switched off tomorrow." Azrael sais matteroffactly. "And then you`ll stay here forever. So" he looks at the others. "I`d suggest you`d better get on with the play very soon, unless someone wants to keep her here so badly, that he would even condemn her to death." His look linger on a pale face framed by golden locks and his eyes glide into two skyblue eyes, while a tiny smirk curls his thin lips. "Azrael," a hesitating, yet excited voice sounds from behind his back, and Azrael slowly turns round finding himself eye to eye with Simon. "Azrael," Simon repeats gaining more courage. "you´re the angel of death, aren`t you?" And when Azrael nodds lightly, he continues. "And you decide who gets anotherife." "That`s true." Azrael sais slowly. "Great." Simon`s face shows a determined expression. "So tell me, what do I have to do to be reborn again?" A sly smile glides across Azraels face. "I`m glad you ask, my friend." He puts his arm around Simon´s shoulder and leads him from stage.
"Okay, what song comes now? Come on, folks, don`t look like someone is bound to die. Let`s get on with the show." Olivia rubs her hands and smiles, but the sad expression in her green eyes belie the cheerful tone of her voice. "Olivia, I must talk to you." Jesus sais quietly. Olivia glides briefly over his face. "It`s not the right time now." She sais and turns to Judas, who`s watching her an inscrutable expression on his face. "I`m a bit lost. Can you help me with the storyline, please?" she asks quietly, her voice as firm as ever, but looking into his eyes she suddenly feels tears prick behind the back of her eyes and turns round, starting to pacing across stage, hectically trying to avoid anyone`s gaze. "Come on, come on, sleepyheads." She sais in an alert tone. "Olivia, I must talk to you - now." Jesus sais emphatically. "That has to wait till the show is finished." Olivia replies shortly. "No, that can`t wait." Jesus grabs her arm and swings her round to him, forcing her to look at him. "Jesus," Olivia sais nearly inaudible a tortured expression in her eyes. "my time is running out." She tears herself away from him and lowers her head not wanting to see anyone the single tear that drops from her eyes to the floor. "I have to go back." "No." Even though he speaks quietly his words ring loudly in the silence, and Olivia raises her head startled. "What are you saying?" she stares at him with widened eyes. "Look, Olivia," Jesus takes her hands and smiles softly at her. "You say you don`t remember your life as Mary, you don`t understand my actions." IF YOU KNEW ALL THAT I KNEW MY POOR OLIVIA YOU SEE THE TRUTH BUT YOU LIVE A LIE WHILE YOU LIVE YOUR TROUBLES ARE MANY; POOR OLIVIA TO CONQUER DEATH YOU ONLY HAVE TO DIE YOU ONLY HAVE TO DIE
"That`s all very well, dear brother." A cold voice reverberates through the air and slowly a slim figure with brown flowing hair and transparent brown eyes materializes in the middle of stage. "But I fear you don`t have time to make them understand." "Azrael." Jesus rolls his eyes and presses his lips together. "What do you want´?" "I´m only here as a little reminder." Azrael heads towards Olivia, and immediately Judas steps forward and stares at him his eyebrows knitted together, his arms folded before his chest. "Ah Judas." Azrael smiles wily. "Still trying to discover your knight`s qualities?" Without taking further notice of the darkhaired man he passes him and stops before Olivia, his smile vanishing from his lips give way to a serious expression. "Your time is almost through." Olivia backs away. "What do you mean?" "The machines will be switched off tomorrow." Azrael sais matteroffactly. "And then you`ll stay here forever. So" he looks at the others. "I`d suggest you`d better get on with the play very soon, unless someone wants to keep her here so badly, that he would even condemn her to death." His look linger on a pale face framed by golden locks and his eyes glide into two skyblue eyes, while a tiny smirk curls his thin lips. "Azrael," a hesitating, yet excited voice sounds from behind his back, and Azrael slowly turns round finding himself eye to eye with Simon. "Azrael," Simon repeats gaining more courage. "you´re the angel of death, aren`t you?" And when Azrael nodds lightly, he continues. "And you decide who gets anotherife." "That`s true." Azrael sais slowly. "Great." Simon`s face shows a determined expression. "So tell me, what do I have to do to be reborn again?" A sly smile glides across Azraels face. "I`m glad you ask, my friend." He puts his arm around Simon´s shoulder and leads him from stage.
"Okay, what song comes now? Come on, folks, don`t look like someone is bound to die. Let`s get on with the show." Olivia rubs her hands and smiles, but the sad expression in her green eyes belie the cheerful tone of her voice. "Olivia, I must talk to you." Jesus sais quietly. Olivia glides briefly over his face. "It`s not the right time now." She sais and turns to Judas, who`s watching her an inscrutable expression on his face. "I`m a bit lost. Can you help me with the storyline, please?" she asks quietly, her voice as firm as ever, but looking into his eyes she suddenly feels tears prick behind the back of her eyes and turns round, starting to pacing across stage, hectically trying to avoid anyone`s gaze. "Come on, come on, sleepyheads." She sais in an alert tone. "Olivia, I must talk to you - now." Jesus sais emphatically. "That has to wait till the show is finished." Olivia replies shortly. "No, that can`t wait." Jesus grabs her arm and swings her round to him, forcing her to look at him. "Jesus," Olivia sais nearly inaudible a tortured expression in her eyes. "my time is running out." She tears herself away from him and lowers her head not wanting to see anyone the single tear that drops from her eyes to the floor. "I have to go back." "No." Even though he speaks quietly his words ring loudly in the silence, and Olivia raises her head startled. "What are you saying?" she stares at him with widened eyes. "Look, Olivia," Jesus takes her hands and smiles softly at her. "You say you don`t remember your life as Mary, you don`t understand my actions." IF YOU KNEW ALL THAT I KNEW MY POOR OLIVIA YOU SEE THE TRUTH BUT YOU LIVE A LIE WHILE YOU LIVE YOUR TROUBLES ARE MANY; POOR OLIVIA TO CONQUER DEATH YOU ONLY HAVE TO DIE YOU ONLY HAVE TO DIE