A beginning

[tinhuviel]

I started on fic #6 today. Here's what I have so far.

The Actress' Date

“I have no more love for you than I do for the ones before you.  You were a pawn in my game.  I used you and now it’s time to throw you away.” 

 

She aimed the gun at the young man at her feet and pulled the trigger.  The caps popped impotently in the vapid air of the theater, but the effect was nonetheless an intense one, thanks to her performance.  The young man diligently flopped down and twitched in mock death as the lights dimmed, leaving a red-tinged spotlight on the actress..  She then began to sing in throaty, dulcet Gospel tones. 

 

“O-o-oh Jesus, plea-ea-ease forgive me-yeh-yee…for the things abo-o-out to say-ay…

 

“I killed you in my mind today, I cut you up, I watched you bleed, I killed you in my heart today for everything you did to me.  I murdered you a hundred times, I shot you dead and never cried.  I killed you in my mind today, I laughed and watched you die.  Screaming at me all on fire, liar liar liar, I buried you with my desire, liar liar liar.  I buried you so far below, liar liar liar.  I hate to see you go…HA!  Oh, Jesus, please forgive me!”

 

He was enthralled with her voice, her beautiful, angelic voice, singing such dreadful and wonderful things.  Sure he’d heard the original song by Concrete Blonde and he’d always loved it, but this woman made the song something wholly different.  She breathed a certain life into it that not even Johnette Napolitano could.  Somehow, she made the song….sentient.  While she sang, he found himself holding his breath and absently caressing the front of his green pinstripe slacks.

 

As the curtain slowly closed, the applause was thunderous.  The troupe allowed the whistles, applause, and shouts for more last an appropriate amount of time, then lifted the curtain to reveal the entire cast.  They bowed to a standing ovation and hugged each other for another successful night.

 

The only one who didn’t stand was the one who was so enthralled with the actress and her gift of song.  The Joker sat there, his lips parted with obvious passion.  He was three rows back from the stage, dead center in the theater.  The seats were primo, but the Joker hadn’t paid for his seat this night or any other night he’d come to see the play.  He just cut up a scalper and took the ticket he needed, leaving the rest for the dregs of society to scramble over like hungry dogs on a bone.  Maybe tomorrow he’d actually scalp a scalper.  That’d be fun and it would definitely add a touch of panache to his resume.

 

Right now, though, his sights were set on Melinda Moore, the lady who played the sociopathic killer in the play.  Her lovely brown skin shone like a sun going nova in the spotlight and her smile was that of an angel of the Lord.  The Joker was mildly smitten, he thought.  Melinda needed to go on a date with him and tonight was the night she’d do just that.

Comments

[dferguson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe tomorrow he'd actually scalp a scalper"

Now THAT's comedy.

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

It tickles me when folks get my humour. Thanks!

[estasia.livejournal.com]

you always seem to remind me of my favorite music. i think it's time to load up Serenity again, with music instead of audio books.

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

I like Serenity, which is saying a lot, 'cos I don't like Joss Whedon.