Behind the Curtain - Heathers

Our Love Is God

Last night, Dick didn't really know what overcame him. It was worse than he had been lately, all his energy was gone, his emotions seemed gone too and he just felt empty. He didn't eat that night, he couldn't pretend to enjoy the plain food anymore. The only thing that tasted right now was Mash Potato because that's what everything tasted like. Dick was up late, and so didn't bother going to school. It's not like he needed to go anyway, all he did there was get bullied and get bored. Then again, everything was boring now. He showered from habit and dressed into some breathable gear, maybe getting some exercise done would wake him from this feeling, though at this point even he doubted it. Dick moved straight over to the base of the trapeze and looked up at it, the fall that killed his parents. For once, he decided to put the net out just in case he should fall. Just in case he decided he wanted to fall. What? No, I don't really think like that. Do I? You know what, forget it, just get something done. Once the net was out he climbed to the top and began to swing lazily, just to get some movement going through his body and wake his muscles up, ignoring the pain from the still-healing wound. Then he went onto some of his tricks, flips, bends and all that jazz before deciding to call it. His mood wasn't lifting. Dick hated this, this not being able to feel anything anymore. Even what used to make him smile when he remembered my parents couldn't make him smile anymore, in fact, just remembering how his parents died wasn't invoking any emotion either. It was as if he'd shut down and Dick hated it. He could still fake a smile, a laugh when he needed to most of the time, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend. At least J.D was a secluded weirdo, so he could just let it all out on the stage. Tonight was just main cast again, a couple more scenes with just the Heathers, Conner, Artemis and himself, so it shouldn't be too hard to pretend to be himself around them.

"Master Dick, I see you're finally up," Alfred said as Dick left the training room to head back to his room, "Would you like me to serve you up some food?"

"No thanks, Alfie," He said, "I'm still not feeling overly well. I think I'll just sleep."

"Alright then," He said, "Just call me if you need anything."

Dick promised him he would, though that was a lie, and then headed back up to his room again. He didn't know what he planned on doing there, it's not like he actually had anything to do, unless he was planning on climbing out the window, but he didn't think he had the energy to do that. So, Dick just lay on his bed, Heathers soundtrack on in the background, and watched the shadows play on the wall.

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By the time rehearsals came around Dick was feeling almost exactly the same, so it was an effort to drag himself out of bed, down the stairs, in the car and into the theatre, but by the time he arrived he had a smile on and hopefully no one would notice anything was wrong with him.

"Alright, that's everyone here then," Glynn said as soon as Dick came in, "You know the drill by now, I'll be waiting."

They moved over to Bethany for their vocal warm-up, in the orchestra pit.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" Babs asked as they moved over.

"I'm fine. Just not feeling too well is all," Dick said, "Should be okay by the gala."

"That's good because I need someone to keep me entertained there," She smirked, "But on a serious note, do take care of yourself. Jason said you're not eating anything really anymore."

"It's probably just some version of the flu," He said, "Anyway, we need to focus. This is a lot of work for 3 hours."

So they quickly went through the warm up before they went through all the scenes.