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Part 4
The streets in Montmarte were crowded as usual. They were packed with actors,writers,and musicians;all were bohemian. The only one that stood out while rampaging down the sidewalk in his fine top coat and hat was me. Christian James was once the most cheerful person one could ever know. Now he was cold and lonesome. A person with such understandable misery. Everyone cleared the way when they saw my deep, angry gaze. I was like a black stain on a white sheet,always noticeable. Some have forgotten me. Others remember me as the jolly writer of "Spectacular, Spectacular", but what they don't know is, I'm no longer the person they once knew.
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The line at the box office was tremendously long. Everyone wanted to go to Paris for this coming Christmas ,I suppose. Zidler had been deceitful and had not even told me of the child's sickness. The "Sparkling Diamond" she was once called. While all of the men drooled,I could see right through her. She was like bitter absinthe that struck the mind of all who set eyes upon her face. Ever since she pressed her lips wildly onto mine I had fallen into what all creatures of the underworld are forbidden to,love. After a full night of intimate passion and ecstasy I was cast under her spell. Ever since she met that pennyless writer all she could show was her stubborn infedelity.It drove me mad. All I could feel was jealousy. Her beautiful pale skin, lively red hair, and candy lips were being touched by his grimy hands right under my very nose. She could never spare a minute. They were always doing their stupid rehearsals when in fact she was fucking around with him the whole time. She was a love to him and like a drug to me. Never again will I fall in love with a woman who sells herself. How silly of me to think that someone as rich as I am could over-rank a handsome song bird like him.She only did it for all of the costly diamonds that I bought specially for her. Becoming an actress was her dream. I thought that if I could make her one, I would win her love and devotion to me.No,after all that I do to try to make her happy she backstabs me. It drove me mad to think of them. Now I exactly how wrong I was.
The line started moving again. The man in front of me was wearing a top coat and hat. He looked oddly familiar to me. I was next in line when he spoke to the man behind the counter.
"Where will you be going Mister?" The guy asked him.
" I would like one ticket to Montpellier."
"First class,or coach?"
"coach."
" Very well. That will be 15 franks sir."
I recognized that voice. It was the pennyless writer. What could he be looking for in such a place? What kind of senseless thing could he do in Montpellier? I watched as he took out a bundle of money and flopped it on the counter. He collected his ticket and walked toward platform six.
"And where will you be headed Mister?" the cashier asked
" Montpellier for one please. First class."
" That will be 25 franks."
"Thank you and here's a little tocken of my apprieciation." I put thirty-five franks on the counter and collected my ticket. I carefully started following him being cautious of every step I took.
Part 4
The streets in Montmarte were crowded as usual. They were packed with actors,writers,and musicians;all were bohemian. The only one that stood out while rampaging down the sidewalk in his fine top coat and hat was me. Christian James was once the most cheerful person one could ever know. Now he was cold and lonesome. A person with such understandable misery. Everyone cleared the way when they saw my deep, angry gaze. I was like a black stain on a white sheet,always noticeable. Some have forgotten me. Others remember me as the jolly writer of "Spectacular, Spectacular", but what they don't know is, I'm no longer the person they once knew.
****************************************************************************************************************
The line at the box office was tremendously long. Everyone wanted to go to Paris for this coming Christmas ,I suppose. Zidler had been deceitful and had not even told me of the child's sickness. The "Sparkling Diamond" she was once called. While all of the men drooled,I could see right through her. She was like bitter absinthe that struck the mind of all who set eyes upon her face. Ever since she pressed her lips wildly onto mine I had fallen into what all creatures of the underworld are forbidden to,love. After a full night of intimate passion and ecstasy I was cast under her spell. Ever since she met that pennyless writer all she could show was her stubborn infedelity.It drove me mad. All I could feel was jealousy. Her beautiful pale skin, lively red hair, and candy lips were being touched by his grimy hands right under my very nose. She could never spare a minute. They were always doing their stupid rehearsals when in fact she was fucking around with him the whole time. She was a love to him and like a drug to me. Never again will I fall in love with a woman who sells herself. How silly of me to think that someone as rich as I am could over-rank a handsome song bird like him.She only did it for all of the costly diamonds that I bought specially for her. Becoming an actress was her dream. I thought that if I could make her one, I would win her love and devotion to me.No,after all that I do to try to make her happy she backstabs me. It drove me mad to think of them. Now I exactly how wrong I was.
The line started moving again. The man in front of me was wearing a top coat and hat. He looked oddly familiar to me. I was next in line when he spoke to the man behind the counter.
"Where will you be going Mister?" The guy asked him.
" I would like one ticket to Montpellier."
"First class,or coach?"
"coach."
" Very well. That will be 15 franks sir."
I recognized that voice. It was the pennyless writer. What could he be looking for in such a place? What kind of senseless thing could he do in Montpellier? I watched as he took out a bundle of money and flopped it on the counter. He collected his ticket and walked toward platform six.
"And where will you be headed Mister?" the cashier asked
" Montpellier for one please. First class."
" That will be 25 franks."
"Thank you and here's a little tocken of my apprieciation." I put thirty-five franks on the counter and collected my ticket. I carefully started following him being cautious of every step I took.