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*Virginal Ingenue*
Moments of Clarity
Fri Mar 4, 2005 01:37
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"I remember there was mist . . ." Lucy stood several feet behind Caleb, and to the side, so her figure would be viewable from the currently nonexistant audience. Her voice was soft and clear -- a peel of bells wrapped in the trappings of a human throat. No clowning. No misdirected scenes. No, this song was from her heart ... as they all were. The girl knew of no other way to express herself musically other than to feel the lyrics. "Swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake . . ."

"There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat," At this point, her attention turned towards the darkhaired man in front of her, kneeling to pantomime the presence of an organ."... And in the boat there was a man . . ." Still in the throes of her trance from Music of the Night, she approached him slowly, sandals making almost no noise on the stage. In fact, to anyone not named born Caleb Holmes, she moved silently.

A hand reached out, stroking down the right side of his face across the cool mask as she waited for the musical cue to resume ensnaring Ray with her incredible voice. "Who was that shape in the shadows?" Delicate fingers curled against his skin, giving 'Nick' ample warning of what she was preparing to do, "Whose is the face in the mask?".

As soon as the last word swept clear of her lips, 'Nora' smoothly removed the prop ... then let out a small cry as he turned on her. Mask and woman fell back and landed scant inches from one another on the stage, horror frozen atop her expressive face.

"Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?" Venom flowed from his tongue to find its mark in her eyes. A wounded dove. "Curse you! You little Iying Delilah!" Lucy made to turn away, but Caleb caught her jaw in his grip. "You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you . . . Curse you . . ." There was a very pregnant pause. "Stranger than you dreamt it - can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven," The grip became a caress.

"Secretly . . . secretly . . .But, Christine . . . Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this . . . repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly . . . secretly . . . Oh, Christine . . ."

Tentitavely, as if afraid to be struck, the redhead gave back the mask for Caleb to don before lifting her to her feet. "Come we must return - those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you." And .... Lucy stayed right where she was, listening uneasilt to the deafening silence inside the theatre.

Clap!

Clap!

ClapClapClapClapClap

Applause broke out from behind the lights, their illumination dwindling to an acceptable level. "Amazing. I can't begin to describe what you did!" The director rose from his seat, accompanied by a blond man in his twenties. "Raoul, meet Nora Cameron ... your Christine. Christine, meet Mike Pierson ... your Raoul."

Michael caught up the soprano's extended hand, brining it up to brush his lips across her soft skin. "The pleasure is most definately mine, Ms Cameron." A technical allowance towards her married state, an unspoken invitation to explore the word adultery in great detail. "That is very kind of you, Mister Pierson," Lucy responded -- placid expression the very model of a virtuous wife.

There was absolutely no hint of her age; Mrs Cameron could have been anywhere from eighteen to thirty. By the glint in the actor's eyes, he fully intended to research every inch of her slim frame to find out.

Ray cleared his throat in the quiet, "So you've obviously got the parts. Rehearsals start a week from Monday. Here at five o'clock. My assistant will give you additional information. Bring your Equity cards, she'll make copies of those and your headshots."

The plebians, it seemed, were summarily dismissed.




"Places please. Since everyone introduced themselves yesterday at the read-through, we'll behave like the civilized geniuses we are and start from the beginning. To save time and aggravation, I'll address you inside rehearsal as your character. Christine!"

Lucy rose immediately from her perch at the edge of her stage, an already notated script in her hands. Since it had supposedly 'been a couple years' since the Camerons' had performed this masterpiece, she was forced to go along with the illusion of learning the lines.

God help her, they were already burned into her soul for eternity.

"You are a young, innocent dancer .... yadda, yadda. Go forth and be blessed by the spirit of Spring." Ray grinned slyly and motioned everyone off stage, but for Raoul, several dancers also moonlighting as bidders, and the auctioneer. "Begin!"

"Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you. Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau. Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny." And so it went like some ghastly remonstration in Purgatory. Scene by scene, Lucy could feel herself dissolving into some sort of limbo.

Oh, god. She'd fallen for Caleb during this show ... and now had to deal with his contempt for her past. Despite the progress they had made -- from slung insults to sharing dinner at the same table, she knew without a shred of doubt that the chasm opened between them was still wide.

It also did not help that Michael, her new Raoul, was incredibly good looking ... and knew it. He didn't seem to take himself quite as seriously as the agent did, but that could be explained by different life paths.

Still, being around someone focused on getting her to laugh whenever possible was a small balm to her still-bruised sensibilities. Nothing would ever come of the flirtations, honestly, but the redhead could not deny the thrill of being so blatantly admired.

"Raoul, I'm frightened - don't make me do this. Raoul, it scares me -don't put me through this ordeal by fire - he'll take me, I know ...we'll be parted for ever, he won't let me go. What I once used to dream I now dread...if he finds me, it won't ever end
and he'll always be there, singing songs in my head. He'll always be there, singing songs in my head..." The emotion taking flight from her tongue was all too real. And the only one who knew that was Caleb.

Wearily, Lucy waited for the next set of blocking and thought how nice it would be to come back as a simple duck in her next life.

  • Shocked and Awed*Identity Crisis*, Thu Mar 3 17:35
    “I don’t hate you.” Well, that really was a shock, considering the way she had been acting toward him as of late. “Well… not too much, anyway.” So the truth comes out! Caleb gave a wane smile at her... more
    • Moments of Clarity — *Virginal Ingenue*, Fri Mar 4 01:37
      • Murderous Joy*Guarding Innocents*, Fri Mar 4 14:02
        “Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?” Caleb watched the mask fall to the ground, finding an ironic sort of symbolism in that action. “Curse you!... more
        • Breathless*Audience Participation*, Fri Mar 4 15:51
          Go on, go on Leave me breathless Come on “I think someone has a crush on youuuu!” His breathe crept along the surface of her neck, producing a tiny shiver. “Either that or he fancies the tight denim... more
          • BreathtakingCaleb Holmes, Fri Mar 4 16:32
            Sunday. Day of the Gods! Caleb half stretched on the sofa, somewhere in between the world of wake and sleep, and he wasn’t quite sure which he preferred at this point in time. All he knew was that... more
            • Stolen BreatheLucy Westren-- er , Avellino, Fri Mar 4 19:00
              Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! She was drowning in a veritable deluge of ... well, everything. The way his lips felt against hers, the stubble of his five o'clock shadow tickling her chin. The... more
              • Stolen SpotlightsCaleb Holmes, Fri Mar 4 23:40
                “The name is Lucy. Lucifer if you absolutely must. Not Luce.” As it was whispered against his ear, Caleb roused slightly, chuckling at the comment she made about her name. There was no way she would... more
                • TantrumsLucy Avellino the Great, Sat Mar 5 00:26
                  “Well… Ahem, yes! Christine,” Ray said, quickly shifting to Lucy and stating his typical pompous little lines. Or he would have if there had been anyone else but this couple up onstage. Lifting her... more
                  • Bellyflops!Caleb Holmes the Insecure, Sat Mar 5 01:44
                    Well, that was fantastic ! Resisting all urge to gape at Lucy’s sudden turn about, Caleb decided to settle back and watch the fiasco play itself out. Hell, it had to be more amusing than the shit... more
                    • JackknifesKatherine Hepburn II, Sat Mar 5 02:24
                      Divinely inspired as well as talented. Kinda made you believe in the Almight again, didn't it. And what are we discussing now, true believers? Why, the leaps the stunning redhead kept making into the ... more
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