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« Thread Started on Aug 29, 2007, 1:47pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
I don't know how the singer Pierre Lapointe would react if he learns he inspired me this story. Not because I want him to die (he's one of my favorite singer) but for the show and also what I wrote about the girl's feelings in the 4th chapter.
Erik felt the stage fright getting over him as he watched the room filling. He took a deep breath. It was, after all, only a private concert. There wouldn't be more than a hundred people. He had far worst than that before! Mentally, he recalls the song and as usual no lyrics wanted to come, as it was suppose to. But he learned to not take care of it. When he'll be on stage and he'll se the faces of all those people that paid to see him, that like his music, he knew at that time the lyrics would come back fluently.
The light lowered, the first notes on the harpsichord were played. He took another deep breath and walked onto the stage. No big applause, but smiles on every face. Slowly the melody he wrote ended and the next one, where he would sing began.
He printed a smile on his face as well when the public sang, or more whispered, the song with him. That is when he gazed at her. A complete stranger, in the front row. When everyone else was singing, she just closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. If it were only that, never would she catch Erik's eyes, but when he finished the song and a few applauded, she opened her eyes and looked straight at him. Her eyes! He was to always remember them. There were regret in her beautiful, almost gray eyes. Regret because the song was over.
For every song, he gave at least one look at her. She never was clapping, she never was singing like only the lyrics or the melody mattered. Inside, she was dancing to the sound of the music. She was feeling his art, wrapped in it like in velvet. He knew he was singing for her, only for her. And sometimes, oh great joy it was to his heart, she was smiling. Yet, her smile had something sad in it. Why, he couldn't tell, and he just wished to do another song to make her feel good again, to let her dance in her head. And when he noticed her finger tapping gently on her thigh, he smiled triumphantly, like if he won a battle, no the war.
At the end of the show, she opened her eyes and gave him one last look. He felt he was getting lost in it, but the crowd coming closer to him pulled him back to reality. From everywhere, we wanted to talk to him about his songs, his inspiration. We wanted an autograph, a picture. He played his role perfectly, but as his mind wandered to the fact she was now gone and he will never saw her again, his heart was tearing apart.
He hushed outside the small concert room and looked to see if she was still in the lobby. But she wasn't. Or if she was, no sight of her. His manager came and congratulated him. He didn't listen much and even excused himself, leaving the poor man in the middle of is speech.
He thought he saw her, going to the door. He followed her outside. Panic took him as he looked on both sides of the street. His heart just couldn't bear to lose her. He needed her by his side, to have a real reason to keep on living, to sing again more songs.
Heavens certainly heard his plea for when he looked on the other side of the street, near the end of it, he saw her. She might be far, but even if he passed only an hour with her, he could recognize her face anywhere now. The moment they shared, a moment of pure intimacy yet in front of a hundred people, this moment was too strong. It overpowered everything he ever felt before. Without looking, walking with the burning desire of his heart, he ran in direction of her.
In front of a hundred of people, Erik, the new star in music, died. Hit by a truck that came out of nowhere. The driver didn't see the poor Erik. The guy just ran straight in front of him and he was in the impossibility to put on the brakes.
Erik felt the spark of life leaving his body. Just before his vision was blurred, he saw her. She was still having her eyes filled with regret. But now, he was seeing her true self. Now that his soul left his body to never come back on this earth, he saw the black wings in her back. The Angel of Death went to his last show. She loved it and he loved her for that. And now, the curtain was falling.
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I really liked it.