[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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"I HAVE A LOT OF HOBBIES." I gently smiled, pleased and proud. "Other than hunting mortal ladies and men and draining them of blood to death either after fucking them or not, I actually have other things to occupy me. I love making and reading literature - the novels to poems, the essays to prose. God, I like Shakespeare, he's so sad and tragic most of the time. But most of all, I love Pierre Corneille. Nobody could withstand such talent of making people sadder and depressed. My Nicki made me loved him. Everytime I read Pierre's poems, they remind me of Nicki and how he loved to cry."
I sighed, trying to shrug off the occuring sentiments. But I did laugh at it.
"I love dressing up, sometimes just judging fine linens and satins; I love shiny things and breakable things, because once I get tired of having it, I always find satisfaction seeing it crumble - like a house of golden cards.
I love collecting sapphires, and pearls, and gold. I love criticizing beautiful architectures. I love going to museums and appreciate sculptures and paintings and other kinds of art. But most of all, I love making music. I love playing my piano whenever I have the chance, and if I don't, I feel like dying. The black and white keys under my fingertips seem like a sustenance to my soul, like how I depend on blood to continue my immortality. It's a part of me.
I am a natural, such master to ever grace such talent. I even inspired Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to his musical journey. I saw his potential when he was just a young boy. I was the one who tutored him into greatness. We parted shortly, but we met again when he's all grown up into a fine man. He gave me his legendary piano as his gift of gratitude, the very same piano that Tala ruined when we got into a fight. It was a great piano, and I would forever miss it.
I also love going to the theatre. I was a thespian once, when I was but a meek mortal boy, and I loved every ounce of it - the thrill of performing, the applause of the crowd, the creation of the whole spectacle - it was all so exciting and riveting. Now, I only watch - watching carefully, and perhaps with criticisms, but either way with enjoyment. And often times with her - my little star, Tala.
We loved discussing our thoughts about the play, the lines said, the symbols and imagery. We even had debates whenever we got so obsessed with some plays, which also caused us to such commitment of re-enacting it in our home. We would role play quite a lot I might say, and would always end up penetrating each other, either sexually or violently - with swords and daggers and whatnot - if one pissed the other."
I smiled again, feeling nostalgic, then I continued. "I remembered there's this one time when we argued who would play Hercules..."
Back in our house, in our living room, Tala and I stood there with a bunch of original casts from the play that we compelled to stay and act with us. Tala was clutching the costume of Hercules, the protagonist of the story, and very obstinate to play the role.
"You can't be Hercules." I had told her. "You're tiny and slim. Hercules is nothing like that."
"Oh but he is just a lad when he had to do his twelve labours!" Tala argued.
