All I Ask of You
Chapter Six
Lisa smiled to herself as she walked down the street. Ian had let her walk home by herself after a half an hour of insisting that he at least call a cab for her. However, they both knew how stubborn she could be, and after a while, he gave up and simply let her walk home. Slowly, Lisa opened the door and began to walk through the theatre toward the stairs, but she stopped in front of the large stage. There, in the center of the platform, was an old black piano.
Lisa quickly glanced around the theatre to make sure no one was looking before she climbed onto the stage and slowly walked towards the piano. She sat on the bench and ran her hands over the keys as if debating whether she should play it or not. Pressing down on the keys, she began to play. It sounded sad, but as she continued, her playing grew cheerful.
Jackson was still fuming over what had happened in the bar that night, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it at the moment with Lisa right now, so he had come back to the theatre and was sitting in box number four. It had been quiet until the sounds of a piano burst through the air; startling him from his thoughts. He peered over the hand railing of the booth to see Lisa sitting at the piano. A slow smile spread across his face as she began to sing.
The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive But I feel like I've died
And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder I feel like I'm slipping away
After all this has passed I still will remain
After I've cried my last
There'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
You will bring beauty from my pain
Lisa smiled to herself as she sang, Ian had done everything he could to try and help her unload the weight from her shoulders. However, this, this was what she needed. To be alone with her thoughts and her music.
My whole world is the pain inside me
The best I can do is just get through the day
When life before is only a memory I wonder why God let me walk through this place
And though I can't understand why this happened
I know that I will when I look back someday
And see how You've brought beauty from ashes
And made me as gold purified through these flames
Here and I am at the end of me
Trying to hold to what I can't see I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to your promise there will be a dawn
The sound of somebody clapping caused Lisa to jump from the bench and turn to face her boss, who was standing in front of the stage. "…Lisa…" he seemed to be in shock with what had just happened.
"I-I am sorry," she stammered, quickly apologizing.
"So am I," he said climbing onto the stage. "All this time you let us think that you were nothing more then a back up dancer, but that voice…" He shook his head in amazement. She took a few breaths as if she was trying to figure out what was going on.
"What?"
"Forget about Rickler, I am placing you in the lead!"
"But what about Ian?"
"Who?" Lisa shook her head a few times as if to think.
"Rickler, what about him? He needs the job," she protested, cocking her head.
"Well, I suppose that we could give him another part."
"The part of Raoul?" Lisa had read the script, she knew of at least two parts where she would have to kiss him on stage. There were at least three parts where it said that it was optional. Her boss shuffled away, mumbling to himself. She watched him leave before she turned and climbed off the stage. Cynthia, you had better still be up!
Jackson smiled to himself as he stalked down the alley after Ian Rickler. Every now and then Ian would look over his shoulder and Jackson would have stop and pull down his cap. Finally, Ian turned the corner and climbed the steps up to a small apartment. As he took his keys from his pocket and began to open the door, Jackson quickened his pace. Ian got the door open and began to step into the apartment, but as his foot hit the ground, Jackson raised his knife and brought it down hard, hitting the back of his head with the handle and caused him to fall to the ground, unconscious. Jackson Rippner looked down at his new victim, thinking, This is going to be fun.
After all, Lisa was his.
Well, here is chapter seven, please review!