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[font color = "black"]DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
[font color = "purple"]Angel Nevenrose/Angela Davison
[font color = "orange"]Valerian Nevenrose/Mike Jacobsen
[font color = "gold"]Max Jackson - Manager
[font color = "red"]Jhonen Vasquez, quoted
[font color = "blue"]?????
[font color = "gray"]Various other voices
"I never wanted to feel your pain
I never wanted to see you fall
But there's only so much I can take
Before you've destroyed my heart and soul...."
[font color = "black"]Her makeup is expertly applied.... all goth girls are skilled with it. It's a good thing, too.... luck is on her side tonight. The black eye she received when her boyfriend hit her discolored, but didn't swell, so the makeup was able to cover it perfectly.
Tears are falling from her face as she sings.... she feels her words tonight. The crowd in Fast to Nowhere is completely in awe of her tonight.... with representatives from Nothing records and Roadrunner records rumored to be lurking about.... this could be their night.
[font color = "purple"]"I love you like you can't imagine
I wish you could see it in my face
Invariably, you turned my love around
You made me feel like a disgrace"
"I LOVE YOU ANGEL!"
[font color = "black"]The crowd is filled with regulars - the people who have been coming to the club to watch Valerian's Garden perform every weekend for a year. Angel has more than her fair share of admirers.... but the man in her life is next to her on stage, playing guitar like a master.
[font color = "orange"]"C'mon, Angela.... you're laying it on a bit thick, ain't ya? Lay off a bit and start the theatrics again.... they love the theatrics."
[font color = "black"]The theatrics that Mike/Valerian refer to are the fact that these two - a female lead singer and a male lead guitarist who happen to be a couple - have done more than a passive exploration of sexuality onstage. He knows that it was partly due to his 'notorious shenanegans' that Marilyn Manson was signed by Nothing.... he's just looking to continue a tried and true precedent.
But while this isn't the first time he's hit her.... he did it before a show tonight, which has thrown her entire state of mind off balance.
[font color = "purple"]"Don't stare at me with those accusing eyes
Don't try to add to my pain
I've felt enough.... enough...."
[font color = "black"]The band continues to play, but Angel sinks to her knees and begins to cry.... purple mascara running down her cheeks. The crowd begins to go silent as the musicians slowly stop playing, then starting again.
Feelings aside, the show must go on. For all but one.
[font color = "orange"]"What the hell are you doing? This is an IMPORTANT SHOW we've got here.... stand up and sing, Angel.... stand up and sing."
[font color = "purple"]"Don't f**king touch me, Mike! I'm sick of it! This afternoon was the last straw!"
[font color = "black"]The crowd has gone silent, mostly - they're interested in the drama unfolding before them. With the exception of the crowd hanging out around the bar watching television, the entire club is hanging on their every word.
[font color = "orange"]"Angel.... you're making a scene. Stop it before we can't salvage the show."
[font color = "black"]Mike takes a step toward Angel... and she takes one back. Their manager, Max, has joined them on the stage.
[font color = "gold"]"Angel, don't be an idiot. You've already killed any chance that you'll get a contract tonight.... just pick up the microphone and keep going or you're gonna lose your gig here."
[font color = "black"]As Max also starts to move toward Angel, Travis and Boris, members of the band, get between them. An irate individual in the crowd has had enough, it seems, and throws his shotglass as Mike, to the cheers of the crowd.
[font color = "orange"]"Who threw that?"
[font color = "gray"]"C'mon, as***le! Come get me!"
[font color = "purple"]"Max.... you're fired."
[font color = "gold"]"I don't think so, dear.... your contract says that it has to be unanimous to fire me."
[font color = "purple"]"You're right.... Mike, the rest of us have talked, and we're kicking you out of the band. Max, you're fired."
[font color = "black"]Those who are close enough to hear this announcement cheer it. Max stands slack- jawed at the news of his firing....but Mike is angry. He takes a quick step before anyone can stop him, and backhands Angel, knocking her to the stage.
Travis swings wide and knocks Max into the crowd, missing Mike entirely. A fan near the front takes a swing.... and so it goes.
[font color = "black"]Angel has backed up a few steps, watching what should've been the night that defined her twenty four years of dreaming of being a star. It's degenerated into a nightmare. There's a full- scale riot in the club, with her former manager and her former guitarist, most likely former boyfriend, in the thick of it. The rest of the band attempted to break things up, but got pulled into a fight, themselves.
The tears are flowing again.... Angel feels as if her world is collapsing around her. This was her night.... there were no choices left for her should her talent on the microphone and in her writing not lead fruitful results.
[font color = "purple"]"What the f**k are you doing? Let go of me!"
[font color = "black"]Now, the choice has been taken out of her hands. A 'fan' has made it to the stage, and has grabbed Angel by her arms and is trying to kiss her. She's pushing.... but she's five foot three, a hundred and ten pounds at most. He's overpowering her.
Until, an unseen figure grabs this man and shoves him back into the fighting.... and pulls Angel by the wrist out the back door.
This man.... with a bandaged leg, a pair of massive arms covered with tattoos.... and a look in his eyes that seems to be a mix of concern, sadness, and emptiness.
[font color = "blue"]"The cops will be here any minute.... you need to get out of here. Follow me."
[font color = "black"]This monster of a man who could have easily shoved her attacker away and taken her for himself.... is trying to help her.
Help.
It's strange.... but in the midst of this riot.... in the midst of the disaster that was Valerian's Garden's big shot.... in this most imperfect of situations.... the moment these two individuals' eyes meet, these two lost souls seem like they're going to be okay.
[font color = "red"]
The meaning has been found.
[font color = "purple"]Angel Nevenrose/Angela Davison
[font color = "orange"]Valerian Nevenrose/Mike Jacobsen
[font color = "gold"]Max Jackson - Manager
[font color = "red"]Jhonen Vasquez, quoted
[font color = "blue"]?????
[font color = "gray"]Various other voices
[font color = "red"]"Sometimes.... you can cry until there's nothing wet in you."
[font color = "purple"]"I never wanted to feel your pain
I never wanted to see you fall
But there's only so much I can take
Before you've destroyed my heart and soul...."
[font color = "black"]Her makeup is expertly applied.... all goth girls are skilled with it. It's a good thing, too.... luck is on her side tonight. The black eye she received when her boyfriend hit her discolored, but didn't swell, so the makeup was able to cover it perfectly.
Tears are falling from her face as she sings.... she feels her words tonight. The crowd in Fast to Nowhere is completely in awe of her tonight.... with representatives from Nothing records and Roadrunner records rumored to be lurking about.... this could be their night.
[font color = "purple"]"I love you like you can't imagine
I wish you could see it in my face
Invariably, you turned my love around
You made me feel like a disgrace"
[font color = "red"]"You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures."
[font color = "gray"]"I LOVE YOU ANGEL!"
[font color = "black"]The crowd is filled with regulars - the people who have been coming to the club to watch Valerian's Garden perform every weekend for a year. Angel has more than her fair share of admirers.... but the man in her life is next to her on stage, playing guitar like a master.
[font color = "orange"]"C'mon, Angela.... you're laying it on a bit thick, ain't ya? Lay off a bit and start the theatrics again.... they love the theatrics."
[font color = "red"]"You can pray, all you want, to whatever God you think will listen."
[font color = "black"]The theatrics that Mike/Valerian refer to are the fact that these two - a female lead singer and a male lead guitarist who happen to be a couple - have done more than a passive exploration of sexuality onstage. He knows that it was partly due to his 'notorious shenanegans' that Marilyn Manson was signed by Nothing.... he's just looking to continue a tried and true precedent.
But while this isn't the first time he's hit her.... he did it before a show tonight, which has thrown her entire state of mind off balance.
[font color = "purple"]"Don't stare at me with those accusing eyes
Don't try to add to my pain
I've felt enough.... enough...."
[font color = "black"]The band continues to play, but Angel sinks to her knees and begins to cry.... purple mascara running down her cheeks. The crowd begins to go silent as the musicians slowly stop playing, then starting again.
Feelings aside, the show must go on. For all but one.
[font color = "orange"]"What the hell are you doing? This is an IMPORTANT SHOW we've got here.... stand up and sing, Angel.... stand up and sing."
[font color = "red"]"And still, it makes no difference."
[font color = "purple"]"Don't f**king touch me, Mike! I'm sick of it! This afternoon was the last straw!"
[font color = "black"]The crowd has gone silent, mostly - they're interested in the drama unfolding before them. With the exception of the crowd hanging out around the bar watching television, the entire club is hanging on their every word.
[font color = "orange"]"Angel.... you're making a scene. Stop it before we can't salvage the show."
[font color = "red"]"It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you."
[font color = "black"]Mike takes a step toward Angel... and she takes one back. Their manager, Max, has joined them on the stage.
[font color = "gold"]"Angel, don't be an idiot. You've already killed any chance that you'll get a contract tonight.... just pick up the microphone and keep going or you're gonna lose your gig here."
[font color = "black"]As Max also starts to move toward Angel, Travis and Boris, members of the band, get between them. An irate individual in the crowd has had enough, it seems, and throws his shotglass as Mike, to the cheers of the crowd.
[font color = "orange"]"Who threw that?"
[font color = "gray"]"C'mon, as***le! Come get me!"
[font color = "purple"]"Max.... you're fired."
[font color = "gold"]"I don't think so, dear.... your contract says that it has to be unanimous to fire me."
[font color = "purple"]"You're right.... Mike, the rest of us have talked, and we're kicking you out of the band. Max, you're fired."
[font color = "black"]Those who are close enough to hear this announcement cheer it. Max stands slack- jawed at the news of his firing....but Mike is angry. He takes a quick step before anyone can stop him, and backhands Angel, knocking her to the stage.
Travis swings wide and knocks Max into the crowd, missing Mike entirely. A fan near the front takes a swing.... and so it goes.
[font color = "red"]"And you know that if it ever did relent....
....it would not be because it cared."
....it would not be because it cared."
[font color = "black"]Angel has backed up a few steps, watching what should've been the night that defined her twenty four years of dreaming of being a star. It's degenerated into a nightmare. There's a full- scale riot in the club, with her former manager and her former guitarist, most likely former boyfriend, in the thick of it. The rest of the band attempted to break things up, but got pulled into a fight, themselves.
The tears are flowing again.... Angel feels as if her world is collapsing around her. This was her night.... there were no choices left for her should her talent on the microphone and in her writing not lead fruitful results.
[font color = "purple"]"What the f**k are you doing? Let go of me!"
[font color = "black"]Now, the choice has been taken out of her hands. A 'fan' has made it to the stage, and has grabbed Angel by her arms and is trying to kiss her. She's pushing.... but she's five foot three, a hundred and ten pounds at most. He's overpowering her.
Until, an unseen figure grabs this man and shoves him back into the fighting.... and pulls Angel by the wrist out the back door.
This man.... with a bandaged leg, a pair of massive arms covered with tattoos.... and a look in his eyes that seems to be a mix of concern, sadness, and emptiness.
[font color = "blue"]"The cops will be here any minute.... you need to get out of here. Follow me."
[font color = "black"]This monster of a man who could have easily shoved her attacker away and taken her for himself.... is trying to help her.
Help.
It's strange.... but in the midst of this riot.... in the midst of the disaster that was Valerian's Garden's big shot.... in this most imperfect of situations.... the moment these two individuals' eyes meet, these two lost souls seem like they're going to be okay.
[font color = "red"]
"It's easy to be affected by your fears, your hatreds.
The best some people can hope for is to better manager their damage."
The best some people can hope for is to better manager their damage."
[font color = "black"]The meaning has been found.