Monologue.....

***This is a monologue Adrianna performs. I haven't written the surrounding elements yet****


I'm sorry I don't understand ,
I'm sorry I need too much.
I'm sorry I have to know.
You are more to me then you will ever know.
My heart skips a beat with every thought of you.
As childlike as it sounds-
you are that part of me that brings a smile to my face-
that part of me that adds sparkle to my eyes.
You are a world to me; where time stands still.
Our moment will not come soon enough.
My patience ran out, my needs and desires grow stronger with each passing moment we are a part.
There is a part of me that wants so much more than I can ever expect to have.
We are bound in time, two spirits caught together, where time means nothing
where destiny evades souls
where distance is not barrier
where hearts beat as one.
Two spirits collided and have waited for that day when the two souls they represent will finally make their way to that happiness.
Some days I wonder if we will ever know that happiness, Will we ever be able to understand that time stood still for our spirits and that our souls can still be one even after so much time has passed us by.
One heart beat, one breath, one body, one mind, we will be together if not inthis life in another existence.
What are time and space really, they are these ideas that things occue in bug is love bound bu such ideas
Not ours; ours is something that transcends time and space.
Someday we will know the love our spirits have.

Closing Weekend...

In a surreal moment of sorts Addie realized this was the last weekend, the closing of HER show. For the past year every ounce of energy she had went toward writing, rewriting, casting, staging, producing , and promoting this; this piece of her. A sadness of sorts, came over her, accompanied by a sense of accomplishment. Strange how in just a few short hours everything she had worked for would be put away; tied up in a nice little package of memories, her final project was complete and she would move on.

"Addie?" his voice caught her off guard, she turned in a moment of surprise. "Did I miss the show?" Thom stood tall and proud im his uniform, bringing Addie to a place she nearly forgot in her.
"Here just in time, I have a section of seats in row c your are welcome to watch from there." hiding her elation presenting her producer persona in a moment of ______.
Thom reached across the walk, taking her in one motion, bringing her to him, wrapping her up in a blissful embrace. "Don't give me the producer, I can for Addie, not Adrianna the producer." with that he gently kissed her cheek and let her go.
"Thom! I've got a play to put on." her coldness surprised him, it even surprised her a little. What did he expect?

'arghhh' she through as she pushed back stage. Jason met her in the aisle.
"5 minutes to curtain Boss, we've got it under control here, go sit, enjoy the show." Jason presented the picture perfect closing night, as if anything would go wrong... She really shouldn't be back stage anyway, she was the producer after all. Addie made her way back to her seat. ' why was she making such a big deal of this production? This wasn't Broadway, it was community theather, oh but how she wished for the big lights of Broadway, even an off Broadway production in New York would be good.

transcribing some hand written stuff...

No Looking Back: (Not sure where/ how this will fit into the story or even if, these are all short pieces that I need to expand on.)

Addy wasn't' sure where to begin; a year ago she began a new journey across miles, over mountains to a place thought to have all the answers. Now she was sitting in a strange place, alone, lost among her unanswered questions. The darkness of her apartment was the only thing her hear found solace in.
"what am I suppose to think of all this? I had or at least thought I had something special, something that would last." talking to herself comforted her in a _______way. The darkness began to blur, realizing sleep held at least one answer for her, she crawled longingly under the colorful down comforter on her antique double bed.
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'Friendship ever dies, some bounds never break, and many old habits die hard' Addy thought to herself as she stared at her workload for the week. Working for a production company reviewing scripts left little time for socializing outside the theater world. She longed for a simpler social life, one were she decided what events to attend, one where friends weren't looking for an "in" with the company she worked for. As her mind continued to wander images of Thom filled her head, she longed to see him again, wondering if his journey took him down a narrow path or a 'road less traveled' as cliche' as it sounded. Thom taught her to let go of heartache, emotional tension doesn't have to be a strong hold on your life. Thankfully that lesson stuck with her even now.

Just some notes to self and thinking outloud

For next year, NaNoWriMo 2010: outline or plan ahead a little better... randomness is hurting my word count and use of my time. Know the project and be prepared for what it will bring out...

For the current project i.e. the one here on the blog.... Edit posting related to this work with a outline reference or something similar so cutting and pasting will be easier... Right now it is too disconnected even for me... I guess that is what happens when you use the blog as a notepad...

Character study for everyone is the story... make sure I know them... Interview them or something... (I know I have the forms here somewhere.)

Description, description , description... Most of the bits are lacking the descriptive qualities... Setting and timeline are weak right now and need some help... A outline would help, but since I wasn't 100% sure where this project was going I couldn't commit to an outline...

Plan ahead for ScriptFest (I think that what it is called... April 2010... 100pages of Script in 1 month..) hmmm what could I work on then...

Step, Ball Change, Step, Step, Step

*****word war with Salem NaNoWriMo online.*****
Tap, tap, tap, tap, pause, tap, tap , tap.... The clicking rythmic sounds on taps across the polished hardwood floor brought a strange sense of calm to Addy. There was something relazing in her tap class. The energy release was an amazing let go for her after a long day of classes and stress from theater reheasals seemed to just leave pnce she began scuffing her aggression on to the hardowood floor. The music was such a welcome change from the usual classical pieces in Tanya's Ballet studio. It wouldn't take long and Addy could simply loose herself to her taps. New combinations , intricate time steps and the speed of her turns freed her to just be. Be a dancer, be an actress, be herself.

After 8 years of classical ballet training, she found her second or was it third home now... the Tap studio brought a strange solace to her. Of course the instructor being handsome and cut as well as an amazing artist didn't hurt the situation. Danny let them free themselves through their taps. Strangely enough the room seem to go on forever, the walls didn't connect, turns could keep turning.

"Here we go, lets give it full energy this time. 5...6...7...8" The group combination was heading them to competition in a week. This rag tag group of young adults mostly college students who needed an outlet. The music's (pick a piece....) rythms meant the rountine had to be perfect, no room for mistakes. "Arms, faster pick ups, come on sharper.." his voice carried a simply firm message. 'get it right already.'

"Take a minute to catch you breath, as that was obviously not our best work ladies." the girls could all hear it in in voice, Danny wasn't happy with that AT ALL!
" We have less than 2 weeks until competition... If you guys don't get it together we WILL fall flat on our faces."
"Let's take it from the top." He turned and pointed the remote toward the stereo. "5...6...7...8"
Addy knew hse would have to pull her thoughts together or her feet would not be with.

Class Writing 11/11/09.. Co-Op

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Addy sat patiently against the concrete wall waiting for her pointe class to start... Her feet already protesting against the idea of satin pink pointe shoes. She broke the shoes in several weeks before but was still not content with the fit. She sat wondering if this was right for her. After a long transition the door to the studio finally opening releasing 12 beginning pointe ballerinas to chatter through the hall themselves. Addy along with the other 6 girls in her class rushed into the studio to get their favorite ball spots. The mirrors shone brilliantly reflecting every detail of the room, the floors spotted with rosin reflecting the movements of the previous class. Miss Tanya and tall, slender woman turned to the class to begin.
" Lets begin with our plie', same set in first, second, forth, and fifth, finishing in a releve' , turn and reverse." turning to the stereo on the chair Miss Tayna's grace and elegance moved with her. Her ebony black hair was perfectly tied up in a bun.
The music (find a good piece to include here) led the class through the warm up from their plies to tundus, to a bar stretch and finally a simple portabrae (check the spelling).
"Shall we begin center floor..." Miss Tanya's voice was commanding but soft.

word war #2

*******This is kind of random, but will work it in somehow...****

Adrianna stood starring at the curtain, handle this, I don't know which direction this going.

"who did you say the director was?"
Jerrod pulled out a message pad from his desk "Jim Stevenson... you know him?"

She froze. 'it couldn't be, what was he trying to prove'
" ahhhhh, yes. I do..."
"I'll check in later" she rushed passed in wondering if this was really happening.
The 43rd street theater company was only 10 blocks away, she frantically rushed north up Park Blvd to 43rd street.

out of breath and soaking wet Adrianna pulled open the glass door to the theater office.

" Can I help you" a older elegantly dressed receptionist greeted her.
"Yes, I'd like to speak with Mr. Stevenson please."
"May I tell him your name?"
"Just say Addy is here to see him." Adrianna wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do, just that she had to see him and find out why...

"Third door down the hall on the left."
"Thank you." Adrianna nodded as she cautiously proceeded toward the hall. The rusted and burgundy carpet added a strange warmth to the foyer.
Adrianna paused only briefly as she approached the third door. She gently but purposely knocked on the down.

"It's open" called a distant voice, " come on it, I'll be right with you..."
That was definitely Jim's voice, but did he realize it who was knocking on the door?
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm not sure if I should reprise this roll at this point in my career.." Adrianna decided to take the cold road rather than open herself up to potential heartache.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I was looking forward to working with you on stage." Jim turned from the built in book case as he laid his book down. Walking across the office to great her

Word War at Write In.

Her auburn hair and hazel eyes accent her young innocences. Where was her prince charming? Would he ever come again? He was the light that shown in her heart, the end of the love story. He was the inspiration she needed to keep going, to write, to sing, to perform. Just simply knowing he was in the audience gave her the courage she needed lately. Would he actually show himself, let her know he was there? She had to let herself believe he sat somewhere in the blackness of the auditorium as she moved through the script, following the blocking across the dark hardwood floors on the Theater (note to self, name the theater).
Each night as Addy sat in her dressing room trying with fevered desperation to find her character, find it within her spirit to bring to life that character just one more time, she prayed he would be there (what is his name???) waiting for her at the backstage door. His sandy blond hair and crystal blue eyes inspired her to move forward through the longing, through the darkness and sadness.  He was her knight in shining armor as cliche' as it sounded.

"5 minutes to curtain, places backstage..." the dreaded call came from the stairwell. The harsh voice of the stage manager.  Addy began to climb the stairs from the dressing rooms. the walls seeming to call to her in her longing. 'stay here with us', 'don't move on', 'you need us'.  The security this theater possessed, a safety and comfort..
*******

Adrianna picked up the morning headlines on her phone... stopping in a brief moment of disbelief.
"This isn't happening...." she hurriedly turned her laptop on frantically typing, the familiar network page came on.
' Did anyone else see the headline in the education section this morning?' her fingers moved as fast as they could in an almost surreal fashion. ' are they really tearing it down?'

In real time fashion responses began popping up...
"yes" , "sad but true" " we can't stop them, we tried"

' why am I just now hearing about this, how did I miss it?'  her mind began rushing through the memories, she could hear the voices, the music, the sounds of the  seats in their own quirky creaking as someone passed them.

"The building has been sold and the new owners are building some a new high tech firm."

a rush of cold sadness fell over Adrianna. For 6 years she existed on that stage, in that dressing room, seated in the auditorium just simply exisisting.

"Adrianna, a new script has come in for you. Looks like a good role for you...The director requested you read for it... If you want the role it is yours." 

"What?" Jerrod's voice jerked her back to reality. She was in her office, staring blankly off journeying back to through the curtain that had been hers for so long.

"New script..." Jerrod's face shown his discontent with her day dreaming.. "are you here or should I schedule an appointment?"

"I'm sorry Jerrod, just got some news and I'm not sure how to take it..." that would be the understatement of the year. This news as materialistic as it sounded shattered her balance. That building wasn't just a building it was her security. why had she left the security and stability it offered?.

The computer screen flashed new messages, photos of her beloved building, her sanctuary  ripped apart.  A gaping hole in the stone wall, opening the safety of that place , memories flooded out from that one hole. The sadness and sudden rush of anger invaded Adrianna's mind. How, why?

She pushed it out of her mind, picking up the script Jerrod brought her.  A revival. "West Side Story", seriously? could she possibly reprise the role. Who would her co-star be? Especially now.


Her cell phone buzzed and flashed messages, missed calls ; Adrianna just starred out the window overlooking the busy street below.  Melodies flooded her head, choreography, tingled her joints, a feeling of excitement surged through her..
"I'll take it" her voice was strong and determined.
"Seriously? You're going to take the  role?" Jerrod looked surprised.

"Yes, why not? It is one of my favorite roles and I think it will be a good career move." 
She picked up the script and put it in her bag... "I'm going to get a bite to eat..." moving across the studio, "by the way who is the director?"

Fatal Illusions: Book Review

I am finally getting around to posting my review of this enthralling mystery. Fatal Illusions by Adam Blumer. I haven't read a mystery in a while so the idea of reading and reviewing a mystery was a welcome change.


I loved the characters in the book, they were the neighbors you might have. The descriptions of each character whether one of the Thayers or the antagonist Hayden Owens. Their problems seem believable. The plot moves and draws the reader in. When everything in Gillian Thayer's world seems to be so bleak her faith seems so reachable.

Most of the mysteries I have read fall into the mainstream media category so I was reluctant when it came to a Christian Mystery, but I was happily surprised to be drawn farther and farther into the story.

Since this story deals with some adult concepts I would not recommend it to a younger teen but perhaps reading it in a group setting with older teens would be reasonable. It was a page turner from the very beginning.

The Flower of Grass

James E Robinson's book "The Flower of Grass" is more than a Prodigal son's tale. I was sent a copy of the book to read and review and decided after reading the back cover that this was something special.
I was right.
Personal unfinished business, we all have something hanging there in that closet; this story does a wonderful job of dealing with the demons and the unfinished business of returning home. The characters are colorful holding a depth in them that shows the reader a real world. Love and morality along with the sanctity of marriage are prominent themes while answering the age old question "can you ever go back". While this is Christian Fiction, it does have adult themes so I would recommend it to a child, maybe an older teen but only as a group read in a family setting.
The characters in the book come of the page and seem so honest and real. I fell in love with the Preacher., the dialogue between the preacher and John Allen is trapped between the here and now and the chaos of dementia and old age but still has the pure honest emotional ties to the preacher's own marriage.
I also grasped onto "El" and her innocence. The youthfulness and pure out right honesty reminds the reader than young adults and teens understand more than we really give them credit for.
Again, I would recommend this book, I was able to read it in a couple of days (actually late nights... ), it is a great summer read at just over 250 pages. Enjoyable reading..
After sitting on the read for a while, I have to say I will read this again.