1The stage is my life, my world, were I exist to those who don't know me. To those who do, my name is Lexia. I fear nothing, and no one, I am not embarrassed, and I do not believe that people come before my acting.
Though, there is one thing I do fear among all others. Love. The simple word of it is likely to make me shake and become enraged. I do not believe in it, the thought of getting hurt by someone, it frightens my very existence on the stage. The thought that someone, some man could ruin my whole life.
Outside the theater, I had a face, but when I stepped into the footlights, and the dramatic words of love pounded through my ears, I was faceless to the audience with my painted polished skin and my beautiful costumes. A nameless existence. They come to see me perform, then leave, and forget this actress, in this house, on that stage with the hot lights making sweat bead out from her body, melting away the colorless make-up.
The stage has been my home now for four years and now I am 18. I have had one love, the stage, ever since I began. The greats had inspired me; my life had a way of becoming none existent when I was dancing or yelling at someone with a disguised anger increased by my passion for being someone that I wasn't.
This year, I was in the play Moulin Rouge. A young director named Dan was directing it. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but that never flawed into my work. Now let me take you there, into my life, into my needs, desires, my passions, my world.
Chapter One:
A beautiful day it was, the first day of the play, the starting point of a new existence for Lexia. She was, as usual; ready to begin with a new cast and crew. She opened the doors to the dark house and smiled. Then she walked to the front of the theater, past the red and gold lined seats, and onto the wooden stage, her boots clicking the wood as she walked to the corner of the stage where everyone parted to make room.
"I am here." She said calmly smiling.
They all looked at her and hooted. Many people knew her, although many people were unknown to her. She smiled at some politely before she turned to the director and stage manager. They both looked her up and down, she could feel they're eyes, studying her.
She flicked back her long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were bright gold, and her skin was light and creamy. She stood about 5'6" feet tall, and her statue was delicate and beautiful. She was wearing a long flowing tight red dress, which matched her full lips. Her eyes were lined with black and slightly shaded by a smoky eye shadow. Around her neck was a black choker and her eyes were pierced with diamonds.
She flashed them another smile.
"I believe you were, expecting me?" She asked seductively.
"Yes." Dan said softly.
He quickly shook his head and returned back to his papers. He was sitting on a black wooden bench with the others crowded around standing next to him awaiting him to speak. Lexia walked right next to him, and sat down. She started reading what he wrote.
"Hello?" he said smiling, tuning his head so his eyes would look into hers.
"Are we going to begin?" She asked.
"Oh! Uh, yes!" He stuttered.
He stood up; he was just a few inches taller than her. His brown hair was short, but died lightly blue on the edges. His eyes were a deep brown, and his clothes were decent and formal for the moment, but all in black.
"Alright lets start the scene!" He said.
Everyone clapped, except for Lexia who was getting up from the bench. She looked at him and walked to the middle of the stage. He smiled and looked around the crowd.
"We'll start with. the scene were Satine and Christian are in the elephant." He said steadily, then he nodded, as if he was checking himself.
A man then walked up to her and took her hand. He was tall and hansom, but not as hansom as Dan. He has dark brown hair, with bangs that overflowed his eyes which were deep brown as well.
"I am Christopher. You may call me Chris." He said, and kissed her hand.
"Ok." She said.
"Well, lets go!" Dan piped up.
"Ok, Lexia you stand here, and he will stand here and you come up from the back and say, 'Poetic enough for you?'" He placed Lexia near a stage door center stage and put Chris in front of her.
"And from there." Dan said waving his right hand and sitting down on the bench.
Lexi took out a script that she was holding and opened it. Everyone did the same as they left the stage to sit in the seats, all except Chris who was getting himself ready.
She composed herself, took a breath, and smiled. She held her chin higher and raised her eyebrows a bit, lowering her voice she said.
"Poetic enough for you?"
"Yes." Chris whispered, looking at the script and turning slightly to face Lexi.
"No!" Dan jumped up, everyone jumped.
He walked up to Chris and placed him back where he was standing to begin with.
"It's just one damn word! Ok, you turn like this, and when she says her line you jump to the side *Slightly* and look at her in amazement at." And he stopped, "How beautiful she is." His voice got softer as he said the last words.
"Thank You." She nodded.
The cast got closer to the end of the scene and about two hours had gone by. Everyone was tired and ready to go home. The scene was coming out wonderfully, and they worked on it for another hour before he told everyone to leave.
As Lexia was gathering her things before she was about to go out with door, he approached her. Everyone was gone, the theater was silent.
"So. what are you doing after this?" He asked cautiously.
She almost laughed. He jumped down and leaned against the stage and looked up at her. She looked down at him and smiled again. He lifted a hand to help her down, and she took it and jumped.
"Well, nothing." She said flirtatiously, moving closer to him.
"Good." He said and moved away.
"Good? Whys that good?" She said rasing a brow and losing her flirty smile.
"Because." He said with a shake of his head.
"Oh, because!" She sighed.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, moving closer to her now.
"No." And she walked by him towards the door.
"Why not." He almost grabbed her arm but decided not to. But she stopped, turned and looked at him.
"Because I haven't found the right guy. or the right type." She nodded, raising a brow.
"Well, what is your type?" He moved closer towards her, so his face and hers were only inches apart.
"I don't know." She said suddenly and walked towards the door.
He walked with her. She turned before she went out the door. He was right next to her. They looked into each other's eyes, locking into their stare. He was intrigued by the beauty and calming sensation he felt when he looked into golden eyes. He wanted to take her into his arms, and kiss her hard.
She sighed; she wanted him to hug her. She wanted to be in his arms, she wanted to be safe and warm. It felt like, if his arms were around her, that she wouldn't be just anyone, just a faceless name on the stage, she would be loved, she would be protected.
She longed to jump into his arms that were held useless at his sides. She waited for a moment for him to do something. He held out his hand.
"Good work." He said with a smile as he walked back to the stage.
She sighed, "Yeah thanks." And she walked out of the building.