Soulmates 14, the finale!
In this chapter I have Tomo wearing another kind of mask, painted different colors. I have researched and found green represents evil, jealousy, other than the other colors which he has explained of blue, black and white.
Most of the people attended the final performance given by the greatest artiste of the 21st Century. It was the play of Romeo and Juliet, which Tomo sempai had converted into Chinese opera. He co-wrote it with his manager Alan Thimlake.
The fans were overcome by a tinge of sadness that their idol was going into retirement after this, some shed tears, some rushed forward to present bouquets to him when he sang his part. He acted Mercutio, the cousin who was stabbed by Tybalt. Despite just recovering, he was going to put in all his effort. He bowed as a girl in orange vest held up a small stalk of flowers. She thought he wouldn't accept but he smiled and nodded.
Clasping the multiple flowers, Tomo sempai surveyed everyone. Sweat glistened on the actors' faces. He held up the mike, walked forward carefully avoiding the wires and spoke, "Hello everyone. excited applause Thank you so much, xie xie ni men, for supporting me in this wonderful project. I have been critically ill for the past year, and the doctor has encouraged me not to over exert myself. Hence it will be the last time I will be regularly on stage. Ah, I will write more plays.
" However, I wish to assure you that I'm going to continue acting, though not fulltime. I hope you guys who have been the most appreciative of Chinese opera, continue to come. I shall introduce new and upcoming stars. My main concern is to help the arts continue. It is fast dying out, don't you think?"
He bowed deeply, sweeping the ground with the peacock feathers, gleaming at his best. He wore a green costume, dark trousers, brown boots. His facepaint consisted mostly of green and black stripes at the sides of the cheeks,brows lined with gold. He raised both hands and repeated "Xie xie, arigatou" to the fans below. Roaring applaud and shouts of encore.
Saito touched his shoulder and shook his head. This performance had already taxed a lot of energy. Tomo understood, no longer angry with his oniichan's over protectiveness.
Bernadette and Sarah were backstage, chatting. Tomo came in after the speech, removing the crown. He sat down, wetting a rag to clean his face. "You were great Tomo-sempai! I'm proud of you," Bern exclaimed, stroking his shiny locks. He smiled tiredly.
"You've got a good view from here? How is it?" He started to remove the fingernail extensions. He had to cut his nails when he was sick.
"So Hot! how can you stand the heat here," Sarah complained, fanning herself.
"We manage all right. What do you expect, aircon?" Saito said passing by and pushing a prop to the side. Sarah scowled while the others laughed. He muttered about the young generations of cool offices and comfort. "You're exhausted aren't you? We'd better get you home," the big man said after he had finished. The young man pulled a comb through his tresses and re-secured a tail.
"Not really. I think the others want an autograph right?" They set up tables for each artiste to sign autographs, crowd controllers bade the people to queue up and wait for their turn.
Hirosaki had been a guest star at one of the hottest magazines. At first he declined interviews, but he agreed because they wanted him to put in encouragement for terminal cancer patients.
Bern touched the cover with her friend on it, smiling his public smile and dressed in a dark blue chinese shirt, crossed his legs. "You are so natural. How do you pose like that?"
He leaned back, closing his eyes. "um, through the camera's instructions. I'm beat. Really, I cannot imagine performing so hard like I used to again."
"How did you survive? Tomo," she asked, sitting beside him and feeling his breath on her head.
He nodded slowly. Regarded her with gentle amber eyes, full of rapture.
"I couldn't have, without seeing Kennex again. This ring, you could say, strengthened me. Thank you for your prayers. It helped a lot. fingered his cross" He omitted his unusual encounter and just grinned when his friend held his hand with her smaller one.
My beautiful soulmate. "So, Bern now I am not so busy, I can write more letters to you. Isn't that cool? Ah come have dinner with us sometime. Christmas dinner."
"Ok. You missed your birthday. I got you a pen holder." She had wrapped it in cellophane, ribbons. The wooden hand carved holder was cylindrical, teddy bears and dragons decorating it. The picture of Fantasy Land had been framed and put up near the stairs. Tomo began to load the pen holder with his stuff.
"Very nice looking. Also, useful. Thanks. Hey come upstairs. I want to show you my room." She knew it was a sign Tomo wanted to rest. He laid down and slept on his side. A big willow tree stood outside. She sighed, el contento. I was afraid i wouldn't see you again. I'm so happy you're still alive and healthy.
Quiet times
After a checkup confirming his remission, Tomo settled down to dinner with his best friend. In the restaurant, Hirosaki didn't mind when a young waiter rushed for a pen and asked him to sign. He merely requested a low profile. Many stares but few actually harassed the actor. It was due to his publicity on the papers.
He didn't mind chatting with the waiter.
As quoted from Entertainment weekly, Tomo said, "Being an artiste requires constant improvement. Not an instant hit or shoot to success, no, it's never about that." He had fired Touga san when the latter showed off. Tomo was furious, to him a perfectionist, how could arrogance come first? Especially when he hadn't acted for 10 years!
Bern chewed her chicken. "How do you come up with the right words?"
"I'm an actor. It comes naturally, of course I am nervous. I won't do it too often, Bern. You have to... express yourself bit by bit."
He was excited to watch a movie. A long time since he'd treated himself to a movie. When the show began Tomo lay back and got caught up in the plot like everyone else. An ordinary person, free of stress and pain at last.
Curtain falls
