Act 5~ The velvet curtains open onto the computer screen, leaving the
audience in hushed silence and anticipation. Let the show begin.
Disclaimer: check chaps one and two
*She was walking in a meadow. A beautiful meadow, it was full of flowers, pink and yellow, and animals. Oh, she had always loved animals. There were, deer and, and tiny little rabbits and squirrels, and she could see horses in the distance. At the edge of a meadow was a small forest. So, seeing that there was nowhere else to go, she started walking towards it. Slowly she walked; she had all the time in the world!
She could feel the smooth grass underneath her, tickling her feet. She looked down at herself, and she found that she was wearing a beautiful cotton dress, loosely tied in the back. It was white with small flowers everywhere on it. It was so much better than those silly corsets and costumes that sometimes would scratch her back. But how could she have known that? She had never worn one, or had she? She couldn't quite remember. It trailed behind her and every time it touched the ground, it left small sprouting flower buds in its wake.
Further and further she walked, until she came to a small clearing. In the clearing was a cottage.
A beautiful cottage it was, and she could not resist going to ask the person who lived there, who had made it. Just before she could knock on the door, a man came up beside her. He was tall, and he looked strong, and he was walking a white horse to the stables in the back of the house. He stretched his hand to her, and a smile came to her lips. Suddenly, the realization came to her that she could not see his face.was it the wind? Or maybe just her eyes? So she began to wonder. He certainly looked handsome from her perspective, but would it be rude to ask him to show her his face? He might think she was crazy! So all the while he led her to the stables, she tried to see, but somehow she couldn't.
The hand that gripped hers was soft and firm, and loving and gentle, and she didn't want to let go, but of course she had to, because somebody had to unlock the stable doors, didn't they?
So as soon as they got inside, she decided that now was as good a time as any, so she did. Ask him, I mean.
"Excuse me messieurs, I was erm, just wondering if I could possibly see your face". She asked as politely as she could, but of course, it was hard to be polite at all no matter how hard a person might try when asking to see someone's face.
So he turned to face her, and began to laugh. A deep laugh, not hollow at all, and that was good, because hollow laughs didn't mean anything happy. And she had a feeling that she might cry if he wasn't happy.
He continued to laugh, and she had to ask, just what are you laughing at? She was quite perplexed! I mean, wouldn't you be if someone just started to laugh because of nothing at all?
"What are you talking about darling?" He asked.
Well, if you had asked her, she would have thought it rude for a gentleman that she didn't know to be calling her darling! So, he asked again, this time taking her hands in his, and said in a gentle voice, not laughing anymore, but still joyously
"Don't you recognize me Satine?" Satine? Who was Satine? Well, she thought for a moment and figured that it must be her, for no one else seemed to be there. She began to giggle a bit at that sudden thought, and he asked her a bit confused, what's the matter? And he took his hand and placed it on the side of her cheek and traced his thumb along her jaw line.
At that moment she ceased laughing and looked at him, and she tried to find his face, because she still couldn't see it!! God, there must be something wrong with me today she thought. But his hand was so soft, and it felt so familiar and right and perfect, that she couldn't think straight.
And so he told her that she would be able to see it if she just closed her eyes and thought about it. He told her that slowly the pieces would come back to her. All the pieces? She asked him, and he seemed so sure and so of course she would try!
So she tried and tried, and soon all of it was coming back, but just before the last piece came in, there was a wind, a strong wind, which blew all the pieces away. And suddenly, she found herself running away. Why? It's not like she had anywhere else to go, right? But he was calling her name, but she couldn't turn back, but she wanted to! Why couldn't she? Soon his voice got smaller and smaller, and all that remained of him was the shadow in her mind that he had ever really been there at all.
Her feet stopped moving at the edge of the woods, stopping shortly, and making her stumble to the ground. She was in the meadow again .But now the sun was very bright, and she didn't like the grass under her feet anymore.
All she wanted to do was go back, into the wood, because she was so close, who was he? How did he know her? There was this feeling, but it was just a feeling, and she couldn't get it out of her mind.
She looked back, and she ran, ran to the woods, because surely if she looked he would be there right? Of course he would. But somehow, she couldn't get in, because the entrance had disappeared! The branches were so thick, and long and sturdy, and even if she wanted to attempt to climb the tree, she didn't know how.
So.what? Was that it? Did she just give up on him? But was it really giving up? Because it's not like she had a choice to go back, right? She plopped her self down on the grass, but found that it was very uncomfortable all of a sudden, and after all didn't want to get her dress dirty, so she decided to stand. She found herself longing the cool shade of the wood. She found herself longing the unruliness of the wood. She had had him for such a little while, but she wanted more, and it was so frustrating, because she couldn't find him!! She was turning away, when she heard.singing? WOAH! The woods were very tall! They hadn't been that tall before, had they? Maybe she just hadn't noticed. But the singing was back. It was women, many women. Maybe they would come out; they seemed far in because she couldn't quite hear them. But it got louder and louder, and clearer and clearer, and suddenly it was if the women were right there beside her! Would they let her into the woods again? Would they help her find him again? But they told her to listen to their song, and so she did, and this is what they said.
"Had we used our common sense Been worthy of our discontents. To be happy and forever You must see your wish come true Don't be careful, don't be clever When you see your wish pursue It's a dangerous endeavor But the only thing to do- Though it's fearful Though it's deep, though it's dark And though you may lose the path Though you may encounter wolves You mustn't stop You mustn't swerve You mustn't ponder You have to act! When you know your wish If you want your wish You can have you wish But you can't just wish No, to get your wish You go into the woods Where nothings clear Where witches, ghosts And wolves appear Into the woods And through the fear You have to take the journey Into the woods And down the dell In vain perhaps But who can tell? Into the woods to lift the spell Into the woods to lose the longing Into the woods to have the child To wed the prince To get the money To save the house To kill the wolf To find the father To conquer the kingdom To have, to wed To get, to save To kill, to keep To go to the festival! Into the woods, Into the woods, Into the woods, Then out of the woods- - To be continued. And happy ever after!
~***~
Satine woke from the dream with a shriek, and then began to cry loud wracking sobs, until she lulled herself to sleep once more.
Again, review! Review! Review! Aaaaaahhhh! I know, this was kinda a weird chapter.but I loved writing it, and it will get you from one chapter to the next, and it was really pretty too! Tee hee!
*She was walking in a meadow. A beautiful meadow, it was full of flowers, pink and yellow, and animals. Oh, she had always loved animals. There were, deer and, and tiny little rabbits and squirrels, and she could see horses in the distance. At the edge of a meadow was a small forest. So, seeing that there was nowhere else to go, she started walking towards it. Slowly she walked; she had all the time in the world!
She could feel the smooth grass underneath her, tickling her feet. She looked down at herself, and she found that she was wearing a beautiful cotton dress, loosely tied in the back. It was white with small flowers everywhere on it. It was so much better than those silly corsets and costumes that sometimes would scratch her back. But how could she have known that? She had never worn one, or had she? She couldn't quite remember. It trailed behind her and every time it touched the ground, it left small sprouting flower buds in its wake.
Further and further she walked, until she came to a small clearing. In the clearing was a cottage.
A beautiful cottage it was, and she could not resist going to ask the person who lived there, who had made it. Just before she could knock on the door, a man came up beside her. He was tall, and he looked strong, and he was walking a white horse to the stables in the back of the house. He stretched his hand to her, and a smile came to her lips. Suddenly, the realization came to her that she could not see his face.was it the wind? Or maybe just her eyes? So she began to wonder. He certainly looked handsome from her perspective, but would it be rude to ask him to show her his face? He might think she was crazy! So all the while he led her to the stables, she tried to see, but somehow she couldn't.
The hand that gripped hers was soft and firm, and loving and gentle, and she didn't want to let go, but of course she had to, because somebody had to unlock the stable doors, didn't they?
So as soon as they got inside, she decided that now was as good a time as any, so she did. Ask him, I mean.
"Excuse me messieurs, I was erm, just wondering if I could possibly see your face". She asked as politely as she could, but of course, it was hard to be polite at all no matter how hard a person might try when asking to see someone's face.
So he turned to face her, and began to laugh. A deep laugh, not hollow at all, and that was good, because hollow laughs didn't mean anything happy. And she had a feeling that she might cry if he wasn't happy.
He continued to laugh, and she had to ask, just what are you laughing at? She was quite perplexed! I mean, wouldn't you be if someone just started to laugh because of nothing at all?
"What are you talking about darling?" He asked.
Well, if you had asked her, she would have thought it rude for a gentleman that she didn't know to be calling her darling! So, he asked again, this time taking her hands in his, and said in a gentle voice, not laughing anymore, but still joyously
"Don't you recognize me Satine?" Satine? Who was Satine? Well, she thought for a moment and figured that it must be her, for no one else seemed to be there. She began to giggle a bit at that sudden thought, and he asked her a bit confused, what's the matter? And he took his hand and placed it on the side of her cheek and traced his thumb along her jaw line.
At that moment she ceased laughing and looked at him, and she tried to find his face, because she still couldn't see it!! God, there must be something wrong with me today she thought. But his hand was so soft, and it felt so familiar and right and perfect, that she couldn't think straight.
And so he told her that she would be able to see it if she just closed her eyes and thought about it. He told her that slowly the pieces would come back to her. All the pieces? She asked him, and he seemed so sure and so of course she would try!
So she tried and tried, and soon all of it was coming back, but just before the last piece came in, there was a wind, a strong wind, which blew all the pieces away. And suddenly, she found herself running away. Why? It's not like she had anywhere else to go, right? But he was calling her name, but she couldn't turn back, but she wanted to! Why couldn't she? Soon his voice got smaller and smaller, and all that remained of him was the shadow in her mind that he had ever really been there at all.
Her feet stopped moving at the edge of the woods, stopping shortly, and making her stumble to the ground. She was in the meadow again .But now the sun was very bright, and she didn't like the grass under her feet anymore.
All she wanted to do was go back, into the wood, because she was so close, who was he? How did he know her? There was this feeling, but it was just a feeling, and she couldn't get it out of her mind.
She looked back, and she ran, ran to the woods, because surely if she looked he would be there right? Of course he would. But somehow, she couldn't get in, because the entrance had disappeared! The branches were so thick, and long and sturdy, and even if she wanted to attempt to climb the tree, she didn't know how.
So.what? Was that it? Did she just give up on him? But was it really giving up? Because it's not like she had a choice to go back, right? She plopped her self down on the grass, but found that it was very uncomfortable all of a sudden, and after all didn't want to get her dress dirty, so she decided to stand. She found herself longing the cool shade of the wood. She found herself longing the unruliness of the wood. She had had him for such a little while, but she wanted more, and it was so frustrating, because she couldn't find him!! She was turning away, when she heard.singing? WOAH! The woods were very tall! They hadn't been that tall before, had they? Maybe she just hadn't noticed. But the singing was back. It was women, many women. Maybe they would come out; they seemed far in because she couldn't quite hear them. But it got louder and louder, and clearer and clearer, and suddenly it was if the women were right there beside her! Would they let her into the woods again? Would they help her find him again? But they told her to listen to their song, and so she did, and this is what they said.
"Had we used our common sense Been worthy of our discontents. To be happy and forever You must see your wish come true Don't be careful, don't be clever When you see your wish pursue It's a dangerous endeavor But the only thing to do- Though it's fearful Though it's deep, though it's dark And though you may lose the path Though you may encounter wolves You mustn't stop You mustn't swerve You mustn't ponder You have to act! When you know your wish If you want your wish You can have you wish But you can't just wish No, to get your wish You go into the woods Where nothings clear Where witches, ghosts And wolves appear Into the woods And through the fear You have to take the journey Into the woods And down the dell In vain perhaps But who can tell? Into the woods to lift the spell Into the woods to lose the longing Into the woods to have the child To wed the prince To get the money To save the house To kill the wolf To find the father To conquer the kingdom To have, to wed To get, to save To kill, to keep To go to the festival! Into the woods, Into the woods, Into the woods, Then out of the woods- - To be continued. And happy ever after!
~***~
Satine woke from the dream with a shriek, and then began to cry loud wracking sobs, until she lulled herself to sleep once more.
Again, review! Review! Review! Aaaaaahhhh! I know, this was kinda a weird chapter.but I loved writing it, and it will get you from one chapter to the next, and it was really pretty too! Tee hee!