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by miyumi on Thu Apr 19, 2007 11:26 pm
Okay, so, here they are, minor edits and finished.
She was in his apartment. They had been introduced by a mutual friend two months ago, and she was already visiting him alone. They didn't do anything most people would expect from that, just kinda hung out. He grinned at her from the couch, having just created a new high score on his favorite pinball simulator. As she grins back, they heard a tinkling of glass from the kitchen. Bob jumped over the couch, and they both turned to see a man climbing in through the window. Vita and Bob both rush towards the man, who raised a baseball bat and smashed it into the closest head. Vita caught Bob as he fell to the ground, and shaking, she stared in shock at the robber.
"Give me your wallet," came from behind the ski mask, sunglasses, and scarf. Vita stared down at Bob. Finding his pulse steady, she backed up as the robber got closer, raising the bat as if to swing.
"Did you hear what I said? Give me your fucking wallet." Vita continued to back up, the robber seeming reluctant to get near Bob, the man she had a crush on since the first day they met. She pulled the wallet out, and stares at him.
"Look here Vita, just throw it over your man!"
Startled by the fact that the robber knew her name, she threw him the wallet and took out her phone, holding her breath and wishing he would leave. The robber raised the bat again, threatening Bob.
"If you dare call before I'm out the window, your boyfriend is dead meat."
She ground her teeth at the way he sneered the word boyfriend, but didn't move to open her cell phone. The robber went back out the way he had come, and she called right away.
"Hello, I've just almost been robbed, and my friend is lying on the floor..."
Now, as she calmly talked to the people at 911, she thought what she had not even dared to think while the robber was still there. 'He took the dummy!'
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Street after street. Building after building. There it is! In a daze, I reach the place I had been told to go. Fancy people in fancy clothes tell me what do do: where to stand, when to walk, where to walk, where to wait. Throngs of people pass. Face after face. Voice after voice. They pass, stop, stare, pass, hum. Finally, I pass by dark walls to a dark, velvety feeling place. Shoes clicking on the wooden floor, I take my place in the center. I watch the soft light appear, sliver by sliver. For just a minute, I can see their faces, no longer a blur. Then I am blinded by the spotlight as I take the microphone. Pausing for half a beat, I raise my voice to the rafters.
I can hear little sounds throughout the audience as I begin. Coughing during any rest in the a cappella intro. A baby cries during a higher note in the fourth phrase. Someone sneezes just before the violins start. Smooth, sweet violin sounds. I sing with a little more feeling. They are joined by the other instruments, one by one. I fall back, and the play begins for real. Looking out, I can see one person snoring. Lights and sounds and colors abound. All too soon, we take our bows and leave off stage. Person after person. Signature after Signature. All of them enthralled with me. All of them wanting to know things. Their voices hum, they are probably excited, but all I hear is the play. Tomorrow, we do this again. And again. And again. Time after time. Night after night. I thought singing for the masses was a dream; now I know it's the only reality there is.
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