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Two Dreams:
We have one last thing to talk about Liz and Jack before we actually start this story…dreams.
For a five letter word it has a pretty big meaning and a pretty big importance in probably everyone's lives. It's probably one of the few things that define a person, inside. It's that thing that keeps people going, no matter what happens they look to their dream and keep on trying to simply live life. It's the one thing that everyone lives for.
And seeing that everyone has dreams, Jack and Liz had too.
We said that Liz had lived with her mother until the age of seven, when she died. Now when her mother had come over from England she had found a fascination with vaudeville. She went to one or two shoes with her husband before she got sick and would constantly be singing to her little daughter. And Liz loved listening to her mother and as children usually do, copied her mom. She started herself singing all the time and the two would sing for Liz's father, and just sing for fun. Right before Liz's mother passed away she took Liz to a vaudeville variety show. There Liz saw little kids just like herself singing and dancing. She saw choruses of women and men doing dance routines.
Then she saw it, that one act that really started her life. The act that started her reason for living, the act that started her dream.
A woman came on the stage in a pretty dress and stood in the center of the stage. The music from the pit started playing a soft melody. The woman looked up at the audience. But to Liz, the woman was looking at her, singing to her. Then a man came out on the stage and started singing with the woman. The two sang beautifully together, their voices like two birds chirping lovely tunes. After what seemed like mere seconds to Liz, or at least not long enough, the duet was finished and the curtain closed in front of the man and woman, in each others arms. Liz and her mother clapped their hands off, mostly Liz though. For she was in such a daze from the experience, she was in such awe. From that moment on Liz had one thing she wanted to do with her life…perform on the great stage.
So we've discussed Liz's dream, and now it is Jack's turn. His dream was more of a place rather than being something, or doing something. He dreamed of Santa Fe. He dreamed of the out in the open air. He dreamed of clean, empty streets, of horses and Indians.
Jack had, as we said loved his mother, and always listened to every word his mother said to him. Since he was three or so his mother cradled her child in her arms and told him stories of far off places. Places they would soon go to, together, places to get away from their crappy life in New York with Jack's pig of a father. She would read him parts of magazines and newspapers about other countries. Places like the new found lands of China, the savage lands of Africa, the refined country of France, or the wild deserts of the west.
Jack's mother would talk for hours and hours about the Wild West. She talked of clear, blue skies, and one thing that mostly caught Jack's young ears…a place of freedom. In Santa Fe Jack could be a cowboy, and help the westerners, who lived their lives in peace. They lived without worry, without problems, without a care in the world. And Jack wanted that life, he wanted it so much, he simply dreamed of it every day and every night.