My hand wavers as exhaustion drains through my body. A strand of bouncy deep, crimson hair dangles playfully from the crown of my head. A fresh, crisp fog hovers over Jason. Deep, wondrous blood seeps slyly from his body, pooling onto the polished wood floor. Tilting my head I let out a sigh, mixed with sadness yet relief.
"He deserved it!" I mock whisper that is just audible.
A hear a sniffle and a thin lipped grin stretches across my plump rough face. The petite, frail lady with a blonde bob of hair sitting in the middle of her head dabs at her eyes with a dusty white handkerchief. I edge slightly closer to the cold, dead figure and dip my head by his right ear. The red substance soaks into the bottom of my dress. Relaxing my body, I lie down and cease my eyes from fluttering as a heavy sleep appears to take over. The small audience claps madly like a woodpecker listening to heavy metal music whilst drilling into a tree. I arise and bow graciously with Jason. A deep grumble of the directors voice brings my illusion to a halt.
"Mmmmm, yes... ahhh that's right... but ....." are the only words I hear of the directors murmur to the tall lanky man on his right and hysterical little lady on his left.
Eagerness ridden's my body. Don't they think it was good enough? I certainly remember when they performed it and director was completely and utterly hopeless. It was dreadful he showed as much emotion as someone doped up on an assortment of soporific drugs.
His chest rises as he bellows "That's what we're looking for, you start in three hours."
I swear the corner of his mouth pulls into a small grin. I blink and it disappears. Relief rushes out of me in a short exasperated breathe. Pleased with this small success I smile and nod to the audience and thank them. Jackson turns off the blindingly bright stage light. Dizziness spins through my body and I bring my pale, cool hand to steady my heavy head.
"Sorry" he mumbles.
Descending the stairs I gather my things and shove them into my small ebony bag and sling it over my shoulder. I throw my clothes over my arm and head towards the change room to get out of this dress stained with tomato juice. I slide the white, smooth material over my head. I go to put on my lime shirt as I hear footsteps. I lift my gaze and my eyes meet those of a stranger. Distracted by the unexpected company I forget I'm currently not wearing a shirt.
"Shit" I mumble to myself. "What the hell are you doing in here?!" I holler at him whilst slipping on my shirt hurriedly.
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