Carlyle [A Greatest Showman Story ]

Carlyle Mansion

    I stared at them in disgust, how did low lives of the likes of them ever make it on to my standards!My place! I rolled my head foreward as they droned on and on ,something about a circus, and some money. Obviously I was not all there because I foolishly agreed to meet him at the local bar for a drink tomorrow evening. WHAT WAS I THINKING!

Everything was kinda fuzzy and dull from there. Maybe I had one two many glasses that night, but whatever it was I was most defiantly not aware of anything. I bobbled as I trudged forward in the barren wasteland of the theatre courtyard . I heard a faint shout coming from the thick gravel road, as I turned I began to see the outline of my carriage ,poor Henry been waiting that long. I guess he is used to it though , so it doesn't really matter.

I made myself comfortable and sank into the velvet cushioned seats of the buggy. My eyelids were heavy with exhaustion. They began to close gently, and I was drifting off just as Henry hollered back ;

"Sir Phillip, were here."

My tired eyelids fluttered open as Henry pulled open the jet black door of the carriage . I ran my hands through my smooth golden brown hair and rubbed my baggy eyes .

" Phillip, are you quite alright."Replied Henry offering to grab me yet another drink. I graciously told him no and stumbled out of the carriage wearily. I was home at last.

     I pushed open the massive white doors of Carlyle mansion and stumbled in as the massive doors quietly swung open.I wearily pulled off my black overcoat and hung it on a nearby shiny hat stand  along with my new polished top hat,and my white leather belt.

        A maid carefully walked down the huge staircase cautiously holding up her   Long apron while tying her grays streaked  hair back into a tight bun.

         " Master Phillip your bed is ready, it's your favorite the white silk."

      I nodded while once more with both hands rubbing my forehead up to my soft golden brown hair.

        "Sir I'll gladly take your overcoat and top hat if you please . I can hang them in your closet."

      I waved my hand back to motion to her no need and stumbled up the huge shining staircase. I ran my tired hand along the slick polished hand rail like I did every night whilst climbing up the narrow staircase. When I had reached the top I slowly unbuttoned my thin white dress shirt leaving me in my white under shirt and light khaki pants.

      I walked into the marble doorway of my king sized room at tumbled on my nicely made bed . How could anyone get tired of this life . I threw my dress shirt onto the dark hardwood floor and pulled up the silklike covers , gently falling asleep.

~~I thought it would be nice to describe what he does when he gets home every night and in the next chapter I'm planning on doing something fun with the song the other side! Hope y'all enjoyed 😉 . Plz read and I'll hope to update soon!~~