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If you have made it this far I know not whether to commend you for being so brave or be very displeased with you for not heeding my warning. You have met Beatrice by now and you must be taken back by her innocent nature, youth and overall naïve point of view about the music she is to perform or the man she has just met. For you I will warn again in this story there are no happy endings and very few happy things in the middle. Turn back now and read a cute story about a wizard or maybe one about a family with super powers.
This is the second chapter I am trying to get them out as fast as I can but between homework, school and work it is a difficult thing. I do not own the Baudelaires still wishing I did. By the way if you have the soundtrack -I advise you to get it, it was Oscar nominated- the song they play in my story is track 15 VFD!
"Another bell player? How can this be! Bells are only for 'In' people and you are clearly not in." The woman's voice sent shivers up Beatrice's spine as it should have. "In?" The woman gave a heavy sigh as she laid out her silver bells. "Yes 'In', non-neon orange nail polish, no peacock feathers?" as the young woman spoke she patted her bun with neon orange nails. The bun as well as most her fashionable dress was decked out in an layers peacock feathers. "Oh" Beatrice nodded not to be rude and reminded herself never to be "In". "Bells front and center! Violins left, Basses right everyone else fill in around the outside!" Where had that voluble finicky deep voice come from? Beatrice quickly looked up at the place where the voice had come from only to be slightly disappointed at the eye shaped intercom hanging from a line of lights. Maybe the voice was the reason she was there. Often we would hear that voice and often we would be disappointed to find an eye shaped intercom. Only after coming to the Carnival did we find out it was…oh my tea is done. Where were we? Ah yes the song. Like dominoes, a term meaning very abruptly one after the other in such a way that made Beatrice feel like she was trying to swallow a tennis ball, lights began twinkling on and levers were pulled to raise up puzzle shaped chairs. The curtain twisted in the wind threatening to come up at any second.
"Are we the only bell players?" Beatrice choked, "I know! Two is one too many!" The woman groaned straightening her table and spraying herself with a foreign perfume, "This perfume cost my father a lot of money, lucky its 'In' or my acting director would have been very displeased and I would have had to throw it out!" "You act?" The woman let out a horrifying excuse for a laugh wiping her head around to look at Beatrice. "Why its the innest thing to do right now!" Have you ever walked in to a room quiet content with the fresh breeze outside only to be blind sided meaning so taken back that your eyes water, your mouth contorts into a face only seen on bitter beer commercial by a putrid smell of rotting fish or spoiled salsa? I had the untimely pleasure of in my research to find the perfume she was wearing…I have nothing more to say than the person who made it must have though kitty litter was a lovely smell. Beatrice covered her nose trying to protect herself from the overwhelming odor. Curtains up. The audience stared expectedly at the orchestra, in the front of each part was a metronome with a green eye. I'll never be quiet sure how the metronomes started but they did.
Beatrice whimpered her fingers breaking away from her nose to handle the bells and brave the smell. I must say the song was just about loveliest song I have ever heard and I'm sure you would agree. Half way thought the short but sweet song Beatrice turned her head away from the audience and focused her watering eyes on one of the violinist. He was looking back at her. Ah the joy and misery of love at first sight. He was a young man with lively ambitious eyes. Thought I could say it was by chance she looked that way for Monty neon violin next to the boy is what really caught her eye. He just so happened to be what held her eyes. He had a fluent nature with the violin like he and the violin were one. A quick smile stole my sweets hear forever. Applause the song was over it had been pitch perfect. "Thank you!" The woman bowed. The young man, "Hey!" Beatrice quickly crammed her bells frantically into the case.
She wanted to meet the quick smile. Crowds are very uncomfortable you get bustled along, miss your stop, drop your wallet, and lose your kids! Very difficult indeed. Beatrice making her way down the stairs lost her smiler. "Lem!" Tucking the case of bells under her arm Beatrice came up on a young man with a hat sitting in the front row staring down at a large notebook with a thick black pen. "Yes" Beatrice quickly scanned the crowd before returning her attention to Lemony. Yes it is me, yes I did go to the song please do not be overly inquisitive a term meaning ask to man y questions. This story is about the Baudelaire's parents not me I simply help move it along a mere side character. "Did we do it right?" "Was it nice" Lemony nodded looking up at her with a quick smile. "Do you where the boy went that was next to Monty? The man with the green violin?" "Maybe the crowd somewhere." Lemony faintly responded writing a sentence, "I see what are you writing?" "Nothing" Beatrice pushed her hair back and smiled, "Uh huh you work on your nothing then I'm going to go look for him and I'll meet you back here to go home in 20 okay?" "Okay" Lemony mumbled, Please do not think I was being rude to Beatrice at that moment I had been writing of my secret love for her, at 18 years old I was stupidly optimistic that my shadowy life would be saved from an opaque future of misery by her beautiful light. Beatrice laid down the velvet case at Lemony's chair and threw herself lively crowd.
Beatrice was jostled to the left than to the right at points she had to crawl and others she had to climb on top of the shoulders. She was on top of a tall man with a flat face, blonde hair and a suspicious scowl when she saw him and he saw her. She waved feverishly at him and he waved softly at her with one hand in his pocket. "Hello!" Beatrice cupped her hands over her mouth, "Hi!" He shouted back, "Beatrice" "Hey get off me!" The man finally saw her or felt her the weight of the girl on his shoulder. "Sorry!" Beatrice jumped onto a woman with a bird hat, a sneezing elder; a polar bear, and on to one of the food carts. The young man followed her up till he crashed into a rather heavy looking person that looked neither female nor male. All Beatrice heard was "Baudelaire" She suddenly figured they would have to get away from the stage and the crowd, "The beach!" "Beach?" "Yes!"
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