Tin Man & Scarecrow

no.4

Roy

i walked the empty stage and thought to myself.

what the fuck did i just do?
i rehearsed my lines over and over in my head but all i could replay were my sluggish words i whispered in my dream last night to Seymour

"i wish i could have you all to myself, but i know that will never happen as long as shes around" i said leaning my bare body over his.

"we can be together, baby, just get rid of her. now." he said leaning up to brush my hair out of my face.

i shook the memory of the dream away from my clouded thoughts and kept re-running my blocking and character movements.

i head a loud crash and ran behind the curtain.
the crash was followed my clicking footsteps fast approaching the stage. i curled myself up into a ball and lowered my breathing so whoever it was wouldn't hear me.

i could see two sets of feet standing center stage and one of them spoke in a deep voice, "we shouldn't have done that, he's going to know you didn't do it. we'll end up like that poor little girl and we can't do anything about it." my brows furrowed together and i began to sense familiarity in these people. the second person spoke. and my heart stopped as i heard these words.

"me and him go way back. i'll explain why we couldn't do it. we were threatened to not kill her. she told us if we killed her she would kill us. but she killed regan, not us. we have a clear conscience, we're not going to jail anytime soon." it was a vastly familiar voice.

the voice that belonged to my former best friend. and boyfriend.
Nick.

let me explain a little further for those of you who are confused.
regan began to fall for Seymour and i simply couldn't have it. i told one of my fellow cast members to make her feel unwelcome here so she would quit Wizard of Oz so Seymour would be all mine. i will say that it worked. it was just taken to the extreme and sickening level of uncalled for. regan didn't deserve to die. she deserved to just go away. i thought i knew who had killed her but i suppose i don't now...

Nick was here and i was trying my best not to cry and scream as loud as i could for him to take me back.

but then i remember Seymour. and i feel alright again.

Nick steps closer and closer to the curtain im hiding behind and i know the smallest of movements will give me away. so i decided to do whats best. run out the backstage door and behind some cars.

i jump up from my hiding place and sprint out the doors. i forgot how loud they sound when then slam closed so immediately i hear the two guys running behind me. i hide behind the car and the larger man with a deep voice yells "fuck! he got away!" i call up Aly and tell her to pick me up at the stage.

after about 15 minutes of hiding under the car i see her pull up and i get in the passenger seat.

"you look like hell, Aly" i say looking at her hair all frizzy and dirt on her face and clothes.

"i just got back" she says putting the car in drive.

"same here..." i say sinking low in my seat and watching the passing trees as we head back home.