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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Saturday, February 5, 2011, 2:33 PM
The young lady turns her face towards the harlequin but does not smile. She moves her hand slowly to her chin, feels for a grip then pulls off her face to reveal another beneath it with a different expression. She repeats this several times until her face is just a flurry of changing emotion. The audience giggles as the harlequin tilts his head sideways in confusion. At last, she pulls off her last mask to reveal the face of the harlequin, beauty beyond all reach but burnt to a devilish red on one side. 'Am I beautiful?' He asks with a heavy and deliberate tone. 'No! Siete un mostro!' The young lady replies and turns away. He grips his chest in a panic and falls to the ground. Orchestra begins to play again, a mad cacophony of untuned instruments. Like an abattoir filled with screaming children. Brass section, wind, strings, percussion. The snare drum tears apart, the tubas bend over sideways, the trumpets melt into hot liquid metal, and the violas snap into pieces. It crescendos in a haunting climax and then stops. The harlequin's diamonds shine brighter than ever and he wails in pain. The audience laughs but does not know why. Cue roses. Curtain. Fade to black. |
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