[mm] 'dance like no one's watching'
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magic_fratboyNOTE: Illusion in this piece is inspired by Criss Angel's ENRAPTURE.
It was large, empty, and dark…kind of beautiful in its own sparse way. There was room aplenty to wheel in the individual set pieces, to light and organize as needed, turning the big, empty, colorless stage into a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
Tommy was in love with it.
Turning, he faced Channing where she stood in costume, shaking his head in amazement. “How do you even do something like this? Where does it all come from?”
Grinning, she shrugged and tugged at the neckline of her spandex catsuit to get it into a more comfortable position. “Equal parts power and skill. The power inspires, the skill manifests. I guess I’m just that damn good…thanks to you.”
Laughing, Tommy caught sight of a chair in the wings and ambled over to grab it and drag it to the center of the stage. “Yeah, right.”
“You taught her everything she knew. She taught me. I am the sum of her parts. It’s pretty simple.” Channing mused, moving across the stage with the confidence and grace of a woman who knew she owned it. “You made us both.”
Taking his seat, Tommy rested his elbows on his knees and nodded a little, gazing around almost absently. After a moment, he shook his head, overwhelmed by the sheer majesty of it all. The stage, the seats…he could remember them, he could hardly imagine the thrill of the space when it was alive with energy.
“I want this…I just have no idea where to begin.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t be Houdini, and I never imagined this for myself…I don’t know who I am up here, Chan.”
“You do, Tommy. We all do. Just let the power speak to you.”
It sounded so easy…he narrowed his eyes at her, but all she did was smile and walk to stand in front of him, facing away for a moment to wave at her sound guy seated in the booth in the back of the theater.
“MARK!!! Give it a four count, then cue up that track we’ve been working with!”
Facing him again, he watched her stoop to his level, her gaze locking with his.
“Close your eyes. Let the power speak to you.”
Tommy made a face, but after sharing a smile with her he obeyed, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath.
He felt nothing until the music began, an electronica piece that quietly danced through the air with a string of light, enticing notes that wrapped around his heart and squeezed.
An image came…in his mind’s eye, he painted the picture with cool colors and light. Candles…everywhere, a dark and expansive, intimate chamber meant for two. Light, a chair, a sheet…and her.
Opening his eyes, he lifted his head, matching the music without meaning to. The lighting had changed, matching his vision in deep blues and purples. Candles, big and small, formed a ring around the space where he sat in his chair, and Channing stood before him.
Channing…Rosabelle.
Rising to his feet, he slowly moved towards her, drawn like a moth to a flame as he took a knee, gazing up at the vision of her, radiant and flawless before him. His wife, his love…somewhere in the back of his mind he could see Zee and the baby, back in Boulder City waiting for him…but he also saw her there in the reflected darkness of Channing’s eyes.
And she saw it, too, he knew…as Channing knelt and touched his cheek, he knew she was lost in the same spell. She saw a lover in his eyes, real and remembered…not a person, but an essence that called to her soul.
The music played on, a steady, primal beat that guided them as he wrapped his arms around her, as she sank gratefully into his embrace. The touches were remembered there…as they danced, moved in a modern waltz of lovers’ bodies, he felt the moment when she was his darling Bess again, remembered the fervent touch of small, sweet hands in the marriage bed.
He was seated again, Channing straddling his lap when the image formed in his mind, underneath the haze of desire and longing that propelled him forward. He rose and spun her, clung, reluctantly released her to sit down.
He kissed her hand…Tommy could feel her tremble. His sweet Rosabelle…
The sheet floated gracefully as he dragged it over her head, separating her for that one brief moment before he abruptly yanked it away and she was gone…flown away, but when you love something you have to set it free…
A puff of smoke, stage right. A race back to his arms.
He sank back into the chair, cradling her with desperate tenderness as her head fit to his shoulder and his eyes shut again. Even as the power released him, he felt that hum of energy, that glow…that remembered affection.
“Harry…”
The spell was broken. Channing was sitting up, still intimately perched in his lap and gazing at him with tears in her eyes and a smile that lit up the room.
Smiling shyly, Tommy reached up to caress her cheek, shaking his head. “Nah, babe…just me.”
“No, it’s not. Tommy, that was…oh, Tommy…”
The kiss was abrupt and explosive, a lance of joy that shattered the last of the illusion. The stage was dark and empty again, the music silent. She was just Channing again, and he was just Tommy.
But the power of the illusion remained…and for the first time, Tommy had an idea of who he was onstage.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 935
It was large, empty, and dark…kind of beautiful in its own sparse way. There was room aplenty to wheel in the individual set pieces, to light and organize as needed, turning the big, empty, colorless stage into a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
Tommy was in love with it.
Turning, he faced Channing where she stood in costume, shaking his head in amazement. “How do you even do something like this? Where does it all come from?”
Grinning, she shrugged and tugged at the neckline of her spandex catsuit to get it into a more comfortable position. “Equal parts power and skill. The power inspires, the skill manifests. I guess I’m just that damn good…thanks to you.”
Laughing, Tommy caught sight of a chair in the wings and ambled over to grab it and drag it to the center of the stage. “Yeah, right.”
“You taught her everything she knew. She taught me. I am the sum of her parts. It’s pretty simple.” Channing mused, moving across the stage with the confidence and grace of a woman who knew she owned it. “You made us both.”
Taking his seat, Tommy rested his elbows on his knees and nodded a little, gazing around almost absently. After a moment, he shook his head, overwhelmed by the sheer majesty of it all. The stage, the seats…he could remember them, he could hardly imagine the thrill of the space when it was alive with energy.
“I want this…I just have no idea where to begin.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t be Houdini, and I never imagined this for myself…I don’t know who I am up here, Chan.”
“You do, Tommy. We all do. Just let the power speak to you.”
It sounded so easy…he narrowed his eyes at her, but all she did was smile and walk to stand in front of him, facing away for a moment to wave at her sound guy seated in the booth in the back of the theater.
“MARK!!! Give it a four count, then cue up that track we’ve been working with!”
Facing him again, he watched her stoop to his level, her gaze locking with his.
“Close your eyes. Let the power speak to you.”
Tommy made a face, but after sharing a smile with her he obeyed, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath.
He felt nothing until the music began, an electronica piece that quietly danced through the air with a string of light, enticing notes that wrapped around his heart and squeezed.
An image came…in his mind’s eye, he painted the picture with cool colors and light. Candles…everywhere, a dark and expansive, intimate chamber meant for two. Light, a chair, a sheet…and her.
Opening his eyes, he lifted his head, matching the music without meaning to. The lighting had changed, matching his vision in deep blues and purples. Candles, big and small, formed a ring around the space where he sat in his chair, and Channing stood before him.
Channing…Rosabelle.
Rising to his feet, he slowly moved towards her, drawn like a moth to a flame as he took a knee, gazing up at the vision of her, radiant and flawless before him. His wife, his love…somewhere in the back of his mind he could see Zee and the baby, back in Boulder City waiting for him…but he also saw her there in the reflected darkness of Channing’s eyes.
And she saw it, too, he knew…as Channing knelt and touched his cheek, he knew she was lost in the same spell. She saw a lover in his eyes, real and remembered…not a person, but an essence that called to her soul.
The music played on, a steady, primal beat that guided them as he wrapped his arms around her, as she sank gratefully into his embrace. The touches were remembered there…as they danced, moved in a modern waltz of lovers’ bodies, he felt the moment when she was his darling Bess again, remembered the fervent touch of small, sweet hands in the marriage bed.
He was seated again, Channing straddling his lap when the image formed in his mind, underneath the haze of desire and longing that propelled him forward. He rose and spun her, clung, reluctantly released her to sit down.
He kissed her hand…Tommy could feel her tremble. His sweet Rosabelle…
The sheet floated gracefully as he dragged it over her head, separating her for that one brief moment before he abruptly yanked it away and she was gone…flown away, but when you love something you have to set it free…
A puff of smoke, stage right. A race back to his arms.
He sank back into the chair, cradling her with desperate tenderness as her head fit to his shoulder and his eyes shut again. Even as the power released him, he felt that hum of energy, that glow…that remembered affection.
“Harry…”
The spell was broken. Channing was sitting up, still intimately perched in his lap and gazing at him with tears in her eyes and a smile that lit up the room.
Smiling shyly, Tommy reached up to caress her cheek, shaking his head. “Nah, babe…just me.”
“No, it’s not. Tommy, that was…oh, Tommy…”
The kiss was abrupt and explosive, a lance of joy that shattered the last of the illusion. The stage was dark and empty again, the music silent. She was just Channing again, and he was just Tommy.
But the power of the illusion remained…and for the first time, Tommy had an idea of who he was onstage.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 935
