The Labyrinth: The Finale

The Theatre

I could hear the massive applause and whisltes and cheers for the first time today as the clock finishes striking midnight. I didnt need to be there for its opening night hecuase I had seen the rehersals a thousand tomes and I had already lived it. It was my staff turn to shine and  I smiled to myself never looking up from my ten ton of paper work and carried on scribbling away. Who ever knew that having your own theatre would be so dam time consuming and lonely? Not even with organising the play but dealing with costume designers, benefactors, the actors, the cleaners, the maitence guys and every other person you could possibly imagine. That was without even discussing schedules, media cobverage and of course wages.With all that and more care even more blasted paper work! EVERYTHING needed. paper work.My staff couldn't pass wind unless there was a helath and saftey code in place. But it had been worth it. Even though I spent alot of the show time down in the under groud of the stage set amongst the costumes, the xhanging rooms and make up area and not to mention the open shower area and bath room that was the hooch room many years ago.

 I put my pen down for a moment and sighed giving my hand a break whislt my patrons still clapped and begged for an encore. Three  years at College doing my Degree in English Literature with my main focus on Fantasy and Pre Victorian Literature alongside Theatre Studies followed by two years completing my Masters degree for each subject really had worked for me. I worked my ass off to be where I am. Well that and the fact that half way through my second year of college my mother died. Thats what everybody calls it. 'She died'. Young and tragically the papers said.Oh she would have loved that. However I hardly think being high driving a rented open top Cadilac with your toy boy heroin addicted boyfriend and careering off a cliff top in California is tragic.  It is just fucking stupid and beyond selfish. I grimaced at the thought of it all and closed my eyes jis6t for a moment as I took myself back to the day I found out.

I  suppose in the long run things worked out for me as I looked around at the faded posters and newspaper cut out of my late mom back in her prime as an actress at this very theatre. There was so many of them all dotted up surrounded by the many famous faces of late Hollywood actors. I looked so much like her and wondered now what she would have thought of me. Well she wouldnt think much of me, she never did. It was like I was this old precious airloom item she forgot out for months or even years on end then remebered how valubable I was and would contact me and even invite me to whatever place she was and then after she was bored of me and satisifed her version of motherly duties she was off again. She was a great actress when she played my mom. I just wish she would have played it a little longer.

I leaned back in my chair and stretched out my arms before rocking forwards and began reorganising my papers which was almost finished for another day. Then the picture of myself and Toby caught my eye. It was taken about a week after....well you know. I picked it up and stroked his little chubby face then placed a kiss on it before putting it back down. He was my precipus airloom item but I didnt act in my role of just being his older sister. I didnt need to. After everything I had done for him and made him go through he was my world and nothing would ever change that. He was most of the reason I was still in this city as everybody else moved on. I would go when he went  no matter where it was but until then I would be right here. 

 I had stayed in New York to complete my studios knowing full well I would always be able to come home after my lectures and seminars to Tody whos side I had barley left since....well you know. He was my best friend and he had turned out to be such a terrific kid. So energetic and full of life and adventure. He was just like me. I loved him more than life itself and after everything that had happened I vowed to myself that no matter what I would always be there to protect him. When I came home  he told me all the time how much I was the'bestest story teller and bestest big sister ever'. He was like my other half.  If it hadnt been for him I think Dad would have had me finally commited. He just didn't understand. Nobody did. Not even Toby but I would always know why my Dad never understood why I spent my teenage years talking to my mirror for hours on end in deep conversation or being cooped up in my bedroom scribbling out stories and plays and designeing costumes and songs whilst most girls at my age where out dating and partying. I sat seemingly talking to myself infront of my full length mirror laughing and chatting and avoiding human interaction and from the outside all my Dad saw was a possibility his daughter had a schizophrenic personality disorder that just got my complex as I got older. He and my step.other had tried to interveen a few times by taking the mirror and my old teddies and dolls out of my room and redecorating it and upgrading it whilst I was on a school theatre trip. I became so hysterical and out of sorts when I came home that my step mother told me I was majorly under developed emotionally and that if I carried on acting like a highly imaganitive child that her and my father would have to resort to clinical measures. That was the first of many threats of being commited over the next decade.