Capitola Twelve
The next day, Andrea and Francine announced they would be putting on a new ballet. Sir Gigolo. Christopher was to dance Sir Gigolo. Carl would be his servant.
Christopher was terrified of playing the part. He knew that he would be taken by Erika if he performed.
Because it was really Erika's fault. Erika wrote the ballet. Erika forced them to put on the play. And it was Erika's fault what happened that night.
Penelope walked behind a curtain, as her character was supposed to do. Erika swooped down (no one noticed) and killed Penelope. She walked on stage, disguised as Penelope disguised as Sir Gigolo's lady.
The big duet began.
You have shown your face
In hunt of your genuine need
In hunt of that hope which until now is being still
Still
I have resurrected you
That our desire's will grow tonight
In your heart you've already yielded to me
Discontinued your protection
Wholly yeilded to me
Now you are here and so am I
No thoughts no more
You've chosen,
Chosen
At the place where we decide
No looking back now
Our sport of holding back is at its end
At the place where all is clear
No questions left
Just close your eyes and let me win tonight
What intense inferno will burn our souls
What lush craving feeds our lives
What pleasant pleasures lie before us
At the place where we decide
The last doorstep
What sweet not spoken surprise will we find
At the place where we decide
Christopher gulped before dancing.
You have renewed me
To the point where all logic leaves
To the point where to speak is to perish
Perish
I have arrived
Trying to figure out why that I'm here
In my mind I see you as a monster
Taking me down with you
I see a monster
Now I see two
I'm the monster
The monster
At the place where we decide
We have to choose now
This passion ballet had now shown its face
At the place of no morals
I have no questions
But this: How long before I'm in your arms
When will the heart begin its sprint
The closed off bud burst in blossom
When will the world burn down
Among us
They sang together, moving to the center of the stage.
At the place where we decide
The last doorstep
The river's crossed
And now we can't go back
We're at the place where we decide
Erika now had Christopher in her arms. She suddenly fired a shot at the giant mobile hanging from the ceiling. She hit the rope holding it up. The mobile crashed, setting the theatre afire.
Erika knocked Christopher out, (how she loved that hammer!) and dragged him down to her lair.