„Wir haben uns lang nicht mehr gesehen und jeder geht seinen Weg allein. Andere kommen und gehen mir durch den Kopf, doch es geht vorbei. Dir geht es gut, rufst nicht mehr an, denn ich bin nicht mehr interessant.“
✎ 11.03.2019 // ever have one of those assignments that you dread for a few days, but when you actually do the assignment, you realize it wasn't as bad as you previously thought? this is rare for me so I'm just gonna soak it all in lmao
Lights would swirl around the center of the stage like a vortex of light. Hypnotizing and cold. It continues to build up along with the ding dong chiming tune of twinkling bells and synthesizer music. Wind picking up within this center. Only evident by falling fluttering shredded papers that had the appearance of falling slow.
♪Time, time, time….See what's become of me…♪ A masked wolf man would step into the line of sight of the audience. Stalking like a wolf, Its furs flaring out against the wind. Muzzle up. Staring at the swirling light. It GRIPS at the edge of the mask as the guitar riffs--!
--PULLING it off and revealing shark like teeth as the bottom of the mask is cast to the side. Its face glowering at the audience in a SNARL before its legs would kick off from the heel as it does not one, not two, but three well coordinated flips towards the audience. Bouncing up so that its legs would meet its legs in an energetic leap!
It ended such acrobatics with a wild pose. One arm lifted over its head. Followed by a series of pivots on the very tips of the clawed heels. ♪Time, time, time---See what's become of me!♪ Its gloved hand pressed against a jawed forehead. Peering at all that before it with a meticulous nature
♪While I looked around for my possibilities---♪ Its heels CLACKING off the ground as it spins some more. Kicking and stomping and clacking upon the floor with striking and practiced precision. The leg brought out as it twirled. Hands out towards the sky. Then brought down across its chest. ♪I was so hard to please!♪
It grins at the audience as it anchors his step. Turning on his heel before facing away from them! Towards the back of the stage. Its arms dramatically spreading out before it! ♪Look around leaves are brown♪ It steps forward… ♪And the sky...Is a Hazy Shade of Winter!♪ It would reach into its coat jacket. Before brandishing an arrangement of fake snow into the sky! Its walk forward like a gliding stride.
♪Hear the Salvation Army Band♪ A hand waves off to the side conversationally. As though addressing a vague conversation partner. Ending with one finger pointed UP ♪Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride than what you’ve got planned!♪ It stops. Turning its head. Slowly. Diligently. Reaching inside its coat again to bring out some sort of golden chalice.
♪Carry a cup in your hand♪ It presents the cup to the audience, walking back towards them with an almost desperate stride. As though begging them to partake maybe? Its walk urgent. Erratic. Stumbling forward to get on its knees with arms outstretched. Continuing its begging motif. ♪Look around! Leaves are brown!♪
♪And the sky!♪ It LIFTS the Goblet up to the sky briefly, before pouring some sort of visceral black liquid that looks something like thickened blood upon its maw (it's definitely fake blood but definitely doesn't look like it). Partaking in it like it was some sort of religious covenant rite. ♪Is a Hazy Shade of Winter!♪
The chalice empties and desperate the beast would try to collect the very last drop in its maw. Sad, that it would find no last drop. So instead it wipes at its face. Trying to clear the blood only to stain what white was found on its clothing. Its voice addressing the audience again ♪Hang onto your hopes my friend…♪
There seemed to be a glare there. As the goblet was aggressively tossed to the side of the stage. The beast standing and pointing accusingly! ♪That's an easy thing to say---But if your hopes should pass away; Simply pretend!♪ It claws at the stained fur on its collar. Gripping it tightly and RIPPING the fur off and away. Nearly taking the coat jacket half off! ♪That you can build them again!♪
Its claws would strike repeatedly to the side in a sort of side step. Jig like motion. Stepping to the side, stepping back. Repeating this movement as it moves backwards. ♪Look around….♪ It extends its arms to the side. Spread with head kept bowed low. Claws reaching for the one sleeve of the jacket and drawing it off...
♪....Grass is high!♪ It cries, removing the sleeve and swinging the side of the jacket around like a shawl. Its stepping movement mimicking such poinent movement of the arms and hands. ♪Fields are ripe!♪ It reaches across to remove the bloodied jacket and remove it with such an aggressive SWIPE. The jacket practically FLYING across the stage!
♪It's the springtime of my life!♪
The music would rest. Cascading into what was almost a ballad. A trail of red locked onto the creature’s claws from one of the sleeves of the jacket. Caught almost frozen in time in midair. Fluttering and floating about...
♪....Seasons change with their scenery♪ The creature would flick its arm once. Then twice. Sending ripples upon the fabric. As though trying to get it off of it but to no avail. ♪....Weaving time in a tapestry♪ The fabric becomes disconnected from the sleeve. And in a moment of utter defeat the creature flicks the fabric forward. Circling it in front. Towards the audience. Then looping back around behind it.
A hand reaches out to solemnly grab the other end at this point. Gripping it with a sad resolution. A kind of determination. ♪...Won't you stop and re-mem-ber meeeeeee♪
The air itself seemed to pause. And there is a beastly flash of crimson from the creatures eyes! Suddenly a leg kicks up! Forward! Back leg back! Brought to the side! Then switch! Heels clicking against the opposite foot which would be brought up upon the other side! Balance! The fabric held high!
It would take the bloodied fabric and -wear- it. Adorn itself with it. Using it as a weapon. A TOOL. Its tool. Brandishing it with a strength that it took from itself. That IS from itself Its feet leaping and dancing over the fabric and under it.
♪Look around! Leaves are brown!♪ The fabric was a part of this dance. It was this dance. It swirled and curved and glided like the very vortex from the beginning of the dance. Swishing violently to and fro at some point. It was the wind.
♪And the sky! Is a Hazy Shade of Winter!♪ And it was the creature’s own. The as the song continues into a threefold chant the creature spun around. Once. Twice. Thrice. More and more until that vortex came into a sweet visualization.
♪Look around….Leaves are brown...There's a patch of snow on the ground!♪ Before the song would come to an end. With the creature ending the dance with a brilliant pose. Arm raised up with the red fabric with a certain kind of strength. A hopeful strength. A forward strength. A faith of self moving forward.
