A Locked Up Heart.

Chapter Twenty Nine - All the world's a stage.

Friday.

The second showing of hamlet. This time with Sherlock YAY!

Brook was less than pleased. Sherlock and i were walking onto the stage when Brooke hissed .

"Break a leg Sherlock." In response Sherlock grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. He pressed a kiss to my cheek. I went red.

"Come on Ophelia." he smiled, dragging me onto the stage.

We did alright during the play.

It was time for me to sing. I entered the stage and addressed the Queen.

"How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.

He is dead and gone, lady.
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.

White his shroud as the mountain snow,
Larded with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did not go
With true love showers.
With true love showers.

How should I your true love know,
From another one?
How should I your true love know
From another one?"

As I sang this I made eye contact mistakenly with Brooke. He seemed to be deep in thought.

We finished the scenes and after the play, I was backstage when Richard pulled me aside.

"Hey Angel!" Said Richard linking arms with me and leading me away from the stage.

"Sorry what?" I asked, flustered. I unhooked my arm from his.

"You sing like an angel." Richard smiled.

"Oh okay." I said awkwardly. He took a deep breath and said...

"Keyland. Would you like to have a coffee with me. I think we need to talk about what happened in the library." Boy I should have expected this.

"Richard... when I came to you last week I was... emotional, and I wasn't thinking properly." I say gently.

"Keyland come on, you and I both know that Sherlock is not into you." Richard snaps.

"Richard please let me finish. I'm so sorry if you think I led you on. I can't see you as anything but a friend." I say trying to be kind.

"Keyland. You owe me more than this." He hisses.

"Lets get one thing straight. I don't owe you anything, except an explanation." I sassed. "In fact I think I deserve to know why you poisoned Sherlock." I sass.

His eyes went wide.

"I'm not stupid. I know you like me. I just can't see why you would go to such measures." I add.

"Oh Darling, Isn't it obvious? He was in my way~." Richard sang murderously. I backed up a step and sent a look over to Sherlock who had just come off stage. He came to my rescue immediately.

"Methinks the lady rebuffs your affections." Sherlock said as Hamlet.

Richard turned to face Sherlock and aimed to punch him in the face. Sherlock caught Richards hand and pulled his arm around his back forcing him to get on the ground.

"If I ever see you talking to her again you can count on more pain than this." Sherlock whispered in brook's ear.