Plastic Life [English]

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And again pass the cash office...
The shadow hid in a corner and trembled.
Everything in the world is made of plastic,
And everywhere there is a plastic life.

Music stops. Joy, who hardly doesn't fall from weakness, but carries on to keep gracefulness, hurries up for a bow.

The spectators stand up from their places. She is right: it was her best dance. Hundreds of plastic faces are stockstill in a half-smile and everyone looks at her. They applause. They spout ovations, shout something, but it doesn't matter for her. The only her thought is not swooning. The only her desire is hiding in a dark corn and not creeping out from there till the end of her life days. Till the end of eternity.

Spectators take seats. Joy with her last ounce runs out from the scene to the backstage. She rushes as fast as she can, ignoring the nervous producer. She is not interested in him.

She flies into make-up room and lies prone, she can't do anything: Joy trembles like a puppy, who was left during heavy shower.

She is lost. Abandoned. Broken like a doll. A plastic doll.

Joy raises her head. She hears the vibrations of the phone. At once it's here, on the floor. With a crack falling to pieces from a fall.

The girl lifts it up and put the receiver to her ear.

"Hallo?"

The silence is instead of answer.

"It hurts me, Joy..."

"Heaven? Heaven, what's going on?" she feels pain in his voice and scare increases in the cheats of the girl. Her heart literally vibrates in time of trembling voice, "I have called you, you didn't answer... What's happened? Tell me, tell me something, please". Her voice fell down.

"It hurts me, Joy"

"Heaven, wait a little bit, I will come. Now..."

"No, you don't have to come, it will not change anything."

"Will change, of course, will! Just a minute..." she gave her coat, putting the receiver to her ear. She hasn't got time for changing the clothes.

"Joy, you don't understand... you don't know..."

"What? What's happened? Tell me, I promise, everything will be ..."

"I became blind, Joy." She didn't believe in it. The bits of the heart stopped in a second. "They said that it can be this probability. That the hard burns can give aftereffects to my eyes. But they didn't think... I didn't think... that..."

"Heaven, I beg you, wait me. I will come!"

"I can't, sorry, I have to tell."

Joy ran out from the theatre and rushed to the road, trying to catch a taxi. She held the receiver to her ear.

"I knew something about a fire... Joe, are you here?" Sobbing in the receiver.

"Yes, of course, I hear you. We will manage it."

"It's Rick..."

"Rick? Your brother?"

"Yeah. He didn't dim a cigarette, that's why the house took fire. Burned like a match."

"Oh my god..."

"I don't know what's happened with me. It was... agony, weakness, splitting pain. I hardly didn't dash against the wall. And Rick... it doesn't matter for him, do you understand me? He absolutely doesn't care about everyone and everything that happens around him. He got out from a window and escaped with some burns and livid spots and yesterday evening went to New-York. Me, I found myself in a case. And still I'm there."

"Please, wait till I come."

The silence buzzed in the reciever. Joy waited when some cars would stop for help her. But they passed past her.

"Heaven, speak with me, please."

"It hurts me, Joy. I love you."

"I love you more. Where are you?"

"On the roof." Sobbing."Excuse me, Joe. It doesn't exist blind artists."

"Heaven? Heaven!" Taxi stopped at last, and Joy flew into it in a trice brokenly explaining to the taxi-driver where he must go.

"Heaven?..

"Sorry, Joy. We couldn't burn all stars in the universe. We weren't able to blow out all cigarettes on the Earth."

Some seconds. Some heartbeats. And a harsh applause in the reciever grew up in the thundering boom in reality.

"NO!" Joy shouted furiously.

A known voice laughed violently in the reciever.

A known voice took a step in the sky.

A step in the sky from the eights floor.

Joy was deafened by a harsh applause. It was so loud that covered her scream.

That applause has resounded in the head of the girl again and again. Again and again.

Until the darkness condescended.