| little of the drama of performance actually occurs on stage. 'It's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there, sometimes I fly like an eagle, sometimes I weep in despair.' all of a sudden, i found myself in real love and none of the rules applied anymore. 'The soul is what lies beneath the thin skin of beauty. It is fragile, precious, and forever craved.' -me- Elizabeth.'Quite charming! Jane seems to think so too. How lovely the darling looks tonight. Her eyes are like stars. I wonder if her shyness is such an asset though?' Charlotte.'You fear Bingley might need encouragement?' Elizabeth.'Few men possess enough heart to be really in love without it Charl.' Elizabeth.'I hear such different accounts of you -I am puzzled. When you are present, some of the reports seem- difficult to believe.' my new found backstage dramas moved me to distrust nearly every action, word, or touch that was meant in affection... Darcy.'I might perhaps deserve to be told why I have been rejected -and with so little civility.' Elizabeth.'I also might deserve to know why you consider my feelings so little while expressing your own.' moving on. Andrew. 'Knock, knock.' Meredith.'Who's there?' Andrew. 'Cantaloupe.' Meredith.'Cantaloupe who?' Andrew. 'Cantaloupe now Sweetie, my father has the ladder.' i would have run off with him in a second. silly little girls and their imaginations. Grace.'There's nothing to worry about dear. Mr. Warbucks will find your mother and father...' nothing to relate to there. i didn't care about the play or anything else. i wanted out. Bhima. 'We must not be frightened! Terror be gone, coldness be done, Our hearts beat with the heat of a blood red sun.' still terrified with a good grip on distrust, but it was a nice enough story. Wild one. 'Don't you want to escape -even into memories?...Don't you understand? you're free. Once through that door there's nothing between you and the stars. Why are you holding back?...you'll die. yes, it's a comfortable death, like being smothered with rose petals, but death is death however it comes.' '...you're not dead yet, but you're sick, sick, sick. There's hope for you out there. you'll recover in the fresh air. Come with me, please. Please, I'm asking you. I'm pleading...' i loved what she said, all full of passion and conviction. it's beginning to resonate now, and i see why it was me who had to play the part. Judas. 'My mind is clearer now, at last, all too well, I can see where we all soon will be.' moments of clarity frighten me these days Judas. 'I don't know how to love him. I don't know why he moves me...Does he love, does he love me too, does he care for me?' |