Austar Union
05-10-2005, 10:34
[Prelude]
$Years Ago, Anatoba City, Austar Union
"Daughter, Don't Cry For Me!" announced the actor, standing atop his frame. "For I am not the one you seek; your father."
The actress, a young woman fell herself to the floor; "But if all this time..."
As the storyline continued, the stagelights began to dimmer, and a single spotlight highlighted the only female on stage. She began to sing, in a beautiful melody like no other. Her high notes reaching the high notes, and the low notes being complemented by a chorus of soft male whispers, assuming somewhere from behind her. It was indeed a strange ending, but the act itself had gone on long enough. And this was a long play. "Daughter, Dont Cry For Me" was an interesting show so far, indeed. One which carried great emotion, and the plot of a daughter on an everlasting search for her father. In the meantime, what hadn't been revealed was that her father was indeed the King of England; even he unknowing of her poor and struggling daughter.
Meanwhile, a much younger Indigo Blue watched on from the crowd. And upon curtain closing he turned to his female companion.
"Angelique," he gained her attention. Noticing that she had been crying, he reached into his pocket for a hankerchief; clean of course.
She took it and flashed him a smile, "Thankyou. I'm alright. That melody was just so..."
Indigo arched a brow, "Touching?"
"No," she paused as she searched for the word she was looking for. "It meant a lot to me, tis all."
Indigo sighed inwardly. He knew exactly of what she was talking about, and the father issues she had. As they said, Hindsight is twenty-twenty vision; perhaps this wasn't the best choice of play-write afterall.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "If I would have realized."
She shook her head, "Not at all. Its a wonderful show. I wouldn't have expected it to come up myself." She took his hands, reassuring him. "Its alright, really."
Angelique smiled again, "Anyhow, I'm having a good time." Looking about her, she bit her bottom lip, evidently looking for something. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"
Indigo pointed behind them, "Out the back, and to the right. Do you want me to escort you?"
"Um," she pondered, watching people come and go the main entrance to the theatre itself, both doors wide open. "I should be alright." Handing him her bag, she grinned. "Hold my purse would you? I'll be right back."
Taking it, Indigo did so and awaited her return. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed. Longer and longer she took, until Indigo had checked his watch and realized that almost an hour had passed. Time passed quickly, it seemed. Frowning to himself, he stood to his feet and made his way across the row. Giving his apologies to those already seated, he finally came to one of the walkways whereupon he wandered up the red carpet to the back. Behind him, the curtains opened once again, and he sighed inwardly as he realized the pain of having to twist and turn their way back to their seats.
Reaching the back, he realized that the staff had closed the doors; "Uh, I think my girlfriend's back there."
The man, dressed in an expensive tux shook his head. "I'm sorry sir, but we have orders not to open the doors. You'll have to wait till the Act's closing."
"But that's almost an hour away!" he protested. "Come on, let me through."
Despite Indigo's attempts, the man still refused to open. "I'm sorry sir, but if you cannot restrain yourself, I'll have to call security."
That was it. Being a man of personal pride and honor, he wouldn't be willing to take No for an answer. Especially when it was something quite a silly as this. Pushing the startled man aside, he burst through the double doors himself and looked about the hall outside. And in shock, he saw a sight of which he had once feared. A man had grabbed a hold of Angelique and was dragging her out to his car, which awaited parked outside.
"Hey!" Indigo called angrily. "What the hell are you doing?!"
In the meantime, as he went to leap at the gentleman, a flurry of hands and arms came from behind. "Sir, I told you..." came a voice, the doorman's.
Angelique cried out to Indigo, "Help me Indigo! Help me!" She kicked and screamed as her captor struggled to open the door.
"Angelique!" he yelled, thrashing himself to free--but to no avail.
Unfortunately, he had to watch Angelique get carried away, and into the shadowed car outside. No matter how hard he wrestled, the staff wrestled harder, apparently not aware of what exactly was going on. It was in the heat of the moment, yet the moment would be pressed into his mind forever. The day he last saw his Angelique; the day he was going to propose, and engage her.
$Years Ago, Anatoba City, Austar Union
"Daughter, Don't Cry For Me!" announced the actor, standing atop his frame. "For I am not the one you seek; your father."
The actress, a young woman fell herself to the floor; "But if all this time..."
As the storyline continued, the stagelights began to dimmer, and a single spotlight highlighted the only female on stage. She began to sing, in a beautiful melody like no other. Her high notes reaching the high notes, and the low notes being complemented by a chorus of soft male whispers, assuming somewhere from behind her. It was indeed a strange ending, but the act itself had gone on long enough. And this was a long play. "Daughter, Dont Cry For Me" was an interesting show so far, indeed. One which carried great emotion, and the plot of a daughter on an everlasting search for her father. In the meantime, what hadn't been revealed was that her father was indeed the King of England; even he unknowing of her poor and struggling daughter.
Meanwhile, a much younger Indigo Blue watched on from the crowd. And upon curtain closing he turned to his female companion.
"Angelique," he gained her attention. Noticing that she had been crying, he reached into his pocket for a hankerchief; clean of course.
She took it and flashed him a smile, "Thankyou. I'm alright. That melody was just so..."
Indigo arched a brow, "Touching?"
"No," she paused as she searched for the word she was looking for. "It meant a lot to me, tis all."
Indigo sighed inwardly. He knew exactly of what she was talking about, and the father issues she had. As they said, Hindsight is twenty-twenty vision; perhaps this wasn't the best choice of play-write afterall.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "If I would have realized."
She shook her head, "Not at all. Its a wonderful show. I wouldn't have expected it to come up myself." She took his hands, reassuring him. "Its alright, really."
Angelique smiled again, "Anyhow, I'm having a good time." Looking about her, she bit her bottom lip, evidently looking for something. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"
Indigo pointed behind them, "Out the back, and to the right. Do you want me to escort you?"
"Um," she pondered, watching people come and go the main entrance to the theatre itself, both doors wide open. "I should be alright." Handing him her bag, she grinned. "Hold my purse would you? I'll be right back."
Taking it, Indigo did so and awaited her return. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed. Longer and longer she took, until Indigo had checked his watch and realized that almost an hour had passed. Time passed quickly, it seemed. Frowning to himself, he stood to his feet and made his way across the row. Giving his apologies to those already seated, he finally came to one of the walkways whereupon he wandered up the red carpet to the back. Behind him, the curtains opened once again, and he sighed inwardly as he realized the pain of having to twist and turn their way back to their seats.
Reaching the back, he realized that the staff had closed the doors; "Uh, I think my girlfriend's back there."
The man, dressed in an expensive tux shook his head. "I'm sorry sir, but we have orders not to open the doors. You'll have to wait till the Act's closing."
"But that's almost an hour away!" he protested. "Come on, let me through."
Despite Indigo's attempts, the man still refused to open. "I'm sorry sir, but if you cannot restrain yourself, I'll have to call security."
That was it. Being a man of personal pride and honor, he wouldn't be willing to take No for an answer. Especially when it was something quite a silly as this. Pushing the startled man aside, he burst through the double doors himself and looked about the hall outside. And in shock, he saw a sight of which he had once feared. A man had grabbed a hold of Angelique and was dragging her out to his car, which awaited parked outside.
"Hey!" Indigo called angrily. "What the hell are you doing?!"
In the meantime, as he went to leap at the gentleman, a flurry of hands and arms came from behind. "Sir, I told you..." came a voice, the doorman's.
Angelique cried out to Indigo, "Help me Indigo! Help me!" She kicked and screamed as her captor struggled to open the door.
"Angelique!" he yelled, thrashing himself to free--but to no avail.
Unfortunately, he had to watch Angelique get carried away, and into the shadowed car outside. No matter how hard he wrestled, the staff wrestled harder, apparently not aware of what exactly was going on. It was in the heat of the moment, yet the moment would be pressed into his mind forever. The day he last saw his Angelique; the day he was going to propose, and engage her.