Oh my gosh! Wow, it's been soooo looooonnggg! Sheesh! But here I am again, with a new chap, I hope you guys like it and haven't given up on me! We're gonna get a bit angstier here, so grab your tissue, and also grab that mouse to review right after! Thanks for comin back after the wait! With no further a due, I give you....
ACT 9: Is there a point in thinking about yesterday?
The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience in hushed silence and anticipation. Let the show begin.
I Do you suppose that I remember what went on that night,
Do you suppose I saw it coming, even though it wasn't right,
Do you suppose I didn't shed a tear, then wipe them all away?
Is there a point in thinking about yesterday? /I ........
Anticipation was in the air. It hung heavily over the minds of our cast....all of them, trying to pre occupy themselves in a desperate attempt to lift the haze. Especially Satine. She was constantly running around, like on a high, she wouldn't stop. She supposed that running forever would be a better alternative than stopping and having to think. She was in constant motion, trying to numb the dread that had formed in a pit in her stomach. The duke was being unusual as well. Usually he gave Satine her space enough when she wanted it... but lately she always felt his eyes on her- watching. He was always just...there. He had her watched over every minute of the day, not letting her out of his sight, and Satine wondered why. The duke usually had business endeavors that calculated a certain amount of risk on his part, and Satine didn't bother to get involved. Satine figured it was just stress from the show. After all...today was the first day of preparation. The new writer hadn't arrived yet, she had no idea who it was. She didn't want to know.... The memories had become too painful when dwelt upon, so she pushed them back once more.
The duke would be going to the Moulin rouge shortly and had insisted that Satine come along AGAIN. She hated it now...more than ever before. She hated to think of herself as that person, and she thought that if she was someone better now, that she night get a smug sense of pride....but she wasn't a better person. Her hope was gone. When she was a courtesan, she would often dream of seeing the sun- for what it truly was, not tainted by the colored glass or clouds that seemed to have frozen her soul. She dreamed of feeling warmth upon her skin, of tasting the sweet rays and basking in the light. When Christian was with her, she had tasted the sun.
And it was brilliant. It was everything that she had ever imagined. It enveloped her and she loved seeing it. But when he left.....when he left- the sun became too hot. Its rays were not sweet, but rather pinions of harmful memories that had come to haunt her. They did not caress her skin like before, but rather dove deep beneath the surface and burned her. And after a while, she realized that Christian maybe want coming back. And that just made the rays hotter and hotter, and soon she went back to herself- or rather, a shell of herself, in an attempt to take the pain away. Because after all.... Stage lights can't burn the skin like sun can.
Finis
So?!?!?!?!? What'd you guys think? I wanted to go a little deeper into Satine's view of the transition back to regular life from Christian. Did I totally screw up? Well guess what? You can tell me by pressing that LOVELY little button down there! So review review review, and I PROMISE that I'll have another chapter up really soon.
Lee tea
ACT 9: Is there a point in thinking about yesterday?
The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience in hushed silence and anticipation. Let the show begin.
I Do you suppose that I remember what went on that night,
Do you suppose I saw it coming, even though it wasn't right,
Do you suppose I didn't shed a tear, then wipe them all away?
Is there a point in thinking about yesterday? /I ........
Anticipation was in the air. It hung heavily over the minds of our cast....all of them, trying to pre occupy themselves in a desperate attempt to lift the haze. Especially Satine. She was constantly running around, like on a high, she wouldn't stop. She supposed that running forever would be a better alternative than stopping and having to think. She was in constant motion, trying to numb the dread that had formed in a pit in her stomach. The duke was being unusual as well. Usually he gave Satine her space enough when she wanted it... but lately she always felt his eyes on her- watching. He was always just...there. He had her watched over every minute of the day, not letting her out of his sight, and Satine wondered why. The duke usually had business endeavors that calculated a certain amount of risk on his part, and Satine didn't bother to get involved. Satine figured it was just stress from the show. After all...today was the first day of preparation. The new writer hadn't arrived yet, she had no idea who it was. She didn't want to know.... The memories had become too painful when dwelt upon, so she pushed them back once more.
The duke would be going to the Moulin rouge shortly and had insisted that Satine come along AGAIN. She hated it now...more than ever before. She hated to think of herself as that person, and she thought that if she was someone better now, that she night get a smug sense of pride....but she wasn't a better person. Her hope was gone. When she was a courtesan, she would often dream of seeing the sun- for what it truly was, not tainted by the colored glass or clouds that seemed to have frozen her soul. She dreamed of feeling warmth upon her skin, of tasting the sweet rays and basking in the light. When Christian was with her, she had tasted the sun.
And it was brilliant. It was everything that she had ever imagined. It enveloped her and she loved seeing it. But when he left.....when he left- the sun became too hot. Its rays were not sweet, but rather pinions of harmful memories that had come to haunt her. They did not caress her skin like before, but rather dove deep beneath the surface and burned her. And after a while, she realized that Christian maybe want coming back. And that just made the rays hotter and hotter, and soon she went back to herself- or rather, a shell of herself, in an attempt to take the pain away. Because after all.... Stage lights can't burn the skin like sun can.
Finis
So?!?!?!?!? What'd you guys think? I wanted to go a little deeper into Satine's view of the transition back to regular life from Christian. Did I totally screw up? Well guess what? You can tell me by pressing that LOVELY little button down there! So review review review, and I PROMISE that I'll have another chapter up really soon.
Lee tea