Post by illogicalillusions on Jun 4, 2008 0:30:18 GMT -5
I begin slowly walking up the winding staircase, listening and looking over at Aymie as she sings her part and makes her way up an identical set of stairs.
When we reach the top, I twirl off the cape I’m wearing and Aymie and I walk towards each other as we sing in unison. We meet halfway and I spin her around, bringing her back to my chest. I wince as she sings a few of the notes out of tune. I’ve always wondered why the management had given her the role of Christine. Sure, she was a great actress, but her singing has never been the best. Jenny would have done a much better job, and the two of us have had more chemistry in the past than Aymie and I ever would. I sigh internally; I wasn’t the caster, so I have no choice in the matter of who plays opposite me.
I continue to sing as Aymie turns around in my arms to look up at me. She places a small hand on my cheek and we both know what is about to happen. Aymie rips the mask from my face, revealing such hideous and ugliness beneath that only 3 hours spent in front of a mirror applying stage makeup could account for. Most of the audience gasps, but some who’d already seen the musical grin.
I grip Aymie and cut into one of the ropes, which was pretending to support the chandelier. In reality, it didn’t; the chandelier’s mechanics were normally handled by Mrs. Giry. Suddenly, the floor beneath us drops and Aymie and I plummet towards a hole in the stage where giant mattress awaits to catch us. We land softly and laugh at the thrill of performing stunts. Above us, the screaming begins as the chandelier drops.
I remember the horror I felt when I first saw the play a few years ago. It was an enormous relief when we realized the chandelier was swinging above our heads instead of crashing down upon us like it seemed to be. The audience and I had laughed at our foolishness quite a bit afterwards.
But this time, the laughter isn’t coming. The screaming continues. We can’t see what’s going on onstage. Aymie and I look at each other worriedly as we hear our fellow performers screaming as well.
“Lift me up!” Aymie says, and I help her peek out the trapdoor. She looks around the stage.
“What is it?” I ask, but I see her eyes grow wide and she begins screaming. Aymie drops from my shoulders just in time. We hear a loud and unexpected crash as the chandelier collapses over the open trapdoor. People continue to scream and we hear someone calling our names and we watch fire catch onto the wood.
“We’re trapped!” Aymie exclaims. And she’s right. The trapdoor is blocked by the chandelier and our only other door out is locked. She begins yelling for help and we see the wooden boards above us beginning to blacken. A plank falls and all we see is flames. I yell as well as, one by one, burned boards start dropping. The stage is caving in on us! A board falls perilously close to Aymie and she is burned by it. She cries, and I push her out of the way of another board.
The line Aymie sang only ten minutes ago comes to my mind as we dodge the planks.
When will the flames at last consume us?
She screams, and I feel a board crash on top of me.
Everything goes black.
(ooc: WOO! That was fun to write! ^^
Now hold onto your horsies, folks! I ain't done yet! I have yet to write Erik's awakening. Bwhaha!)
When we reach the top, I twirl off the cape I’m wearing and Aymie and I walk towards each other as we sing in unison. We meet halfway and I spin her around, bringing her back to my chest. I wince as she sings a few of the notes out of tune. I’ve always wondered why the management had given her the role of Christine. Sure, she was a great actress, but her singing has never been the best. Jenny would have done a much better job, and the two of us have had more chemistry in the past than Aymie and I ever would. I sigh internally; I wasn’t the caster, so I have no choice in the matter of who plays opposite me.
I continue to sing as Aymie turns around in my arms to look up at me. She places a small hand on my cheek and we both know what is about to happen. Aymie rips the mask from my face, revealing such hideous and ugliness beneath that only 3 hours spent in front of a mirror applying stage makeup could account for. Most of the audience gasps, but some who’d already seen the musical grin.
I grip Aymie and cut into one of the ropes, which was pretending to support the chandelier. In reality, it didn’t; the chandelier’s mechanics were normally handled by Mrs. Giry. Suddenly, the floor beneath us drops and Aymie and I plummet towards a hole in the stage where giant mattress awaits to catch us. We land softly and laugh at the thrill of performing stunts. Above us, the screaming begins as the chandelier drops.
I remember the horror I felt when I first saw the play a few years ago. It was an enormous relief when we realized the chandelier was swinging above our heads instead of crashing down upon us like it seemed to be. The audience and I had laughed at our foolishness quite a bit afterwards.
But this time, the laughter isn’t coming. The screaming continues. We can’t see what’s going on onstage. Aymie and I look at each other worriedly as we hear our fellow performers screaming as well.
“Lift me up!” Aymie says, and I help her peek out the trapdoor. She looks around the stage.
“What is it?” I ask, but I see her eyes grow wide and she begins screaming. Aymie drops from my shoulders just in time. We hear a loud and unexpected crash as the chandelier collapses over the open trapdoor. People continue to scream and we hear someone calling our names and we watch fire catch onto the wood.
“We’re trapped!” Aymie exclaims. And she’s right. The trapdoor is blocked by the chandelier and our only other door out is locked. She begins yelling for help and we see the wooden boards above us beginning to blacken. A plank falls and all we see is flames. I yell as well as, one by one, burned boards start dropping. The stage is caving in on us! A board falls perilously close to Aymie and she is burned by it. She cries, and I push her out of the way of another board.
The line Aymie sang only ten minutes ago comes to my mind as we dodge the planks.
When will the flames at last consume us?
She screams, and I feel a board crash on top of me.
Everything goes black.
(ooc: WOO! That was fun to write! ^^
Now hold onto your horsies, folks! I ain't done yet! I have yet to write Erik's awakening. Bwhaha!)