HI PEOPLE,
BEFORE I CONTINUE WITH THE FOLLOW CHAPTER, I WANT TO CLARIFY THAT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, THEN…SORRY MY MISTAKES… HOPE YOU DON'T FIND MANY. ANOTHER THING: REVIEWS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED. I WILL LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT THIS. Xx
WELL, ENJOY!
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Soon they become comfortable with each other and enter in a room saying "hey Dave" turned pretty normal for her now. He treats her so kind…how not to be fascinated by him?
He it's sitting in a chair, reviewing his script when she gets close, in silence. *pretending not to disturb his concentration*. Her eyes moving, trying to capture the little moves from his mouth while he is reading the text in a low tone. "Do you want to review your lines with me?".
"I…I…didn't mean to interrupt you".
"Come on… here. It's the ballroom scene". He got up and made a step closer. Looking to her shy face, he said: "you're not interrupting me at all".
She let out a smile. "There isn't much to talk in this scene", she said.
Now was his time to laugh at. "True. It's seems we have a dance, I 'll have to sing only for you and we'll kiss". Her face turned to red. He is still looking at her, it's seems he was observing some kind of reaction of her. In fact, he likes of what he saw. In that moment, the director came in, interrupting the climate between them. "So Dave, Jennifer, we're going to practice the dance' scene tomorrow morning. Be prepare to dance!". He gave an open smile and was about to leave when David followed behind him. Far from the Jennifer view, he said: "I was reading my lines… there's a kiss. Is that right?".
"Oh yes… don't worry about that… it's in the script but we didn't decide yet if it's going to air. We gonna shoot any way".
Jim leaves the studio, letting David alone to think. "I am not worry. Not worry at all".
Inspiration came until him in that night, in his hotel room. He takes a note of some aspects of that particular scene. He thinks of her. She was such a spoke of light in his mind.
The shadows of Midnight:
Against the blue of a twilight deep
Alive with sweet promises someday to keep
A gossamer dream serenely does glide
Hopes for tomorrow unfolding inside
In the depths of the crystal, depravity reigns
Words are like weapons, feelings are stains
Diamonds hide decay and silk drapes sin
Fear, lust, and wonder all dwell within
In the midst of the dancers, a young girl appears
The object of stares, the victim of leers
A vision in silver, she drifts through the throng
Dazzled by colors, drunken with song
Admirers circle the masked Goblin King
He watches the girl, such a pretty young thing
He glistens with power, is alluring in blue
His eyes show his heart…
If only she knew
For an instant she sees him, resplendent and proud
With a flash of a mirror, he's gone in the crowd
She stares at the place where the king has just been
As memories of home slowly grow dim
Her quest forgotten, the girl searches still
His mystical melody ebbing her will
He controls from the shadows, remaining unseen
Desperate to keep her within their shared dream
Deeming her ready, he makes himself known
They move to each other, no longer alone
His wisdom mingles with her innocence
As they swirl together through grand opulence
With eyes making love, the two live out a rhytme
She thinks only of him, never of time
She could stay here forever, content in his arms
Scorning reality, enveloped in charms
His spell nears success, but is then interrupted
The crowd closes in, sparkling, corrupted
Nearer and nearer, the onlookers press
Spoiling the sincerity of his caress
Their connection is broken as she looks around
Seeing the carnality and greed that abound
She is frightened by the sight of illusions gone sour
And even more so by the twelfth strike of the hour
Rejecting the fantasy she'd wanted so much
The girl shies away from the Goblin King's touch
Twisting and gasping, she pulls herself free
She shoves past the dancers, trying to flee
With the throw of a chair, the room rips at the seams
The sky fills with clutter, the air fills with screams
The Goblin King's face is shadowed with pain
As the ballroom scatters like a handful of rain
(David Bowie)
In the paper did not seem so terrible the thoughts he was having. Had become a fantasy (besides the film's fantasy). He folded the paper and put it in his pants pocket. He fell asleep thinking about the girl he supposedly will kiss the next day.
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