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axesladeDecided to share the short story that gave me the basic characters of Forgotten Memories. It's sort of a prequel in a way (spoilers if you get all of it), but it does give a lot better detail than the dialogues at the beginning of each section.
Title: Loving Stain
Written: 1/24/05
“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!” the band silenced and Amanda shook her platinum blonde curls away with an elegant toss of her head, leaning against the piano to soak up the applause. After things quieted down a bit, she lowered her head to the mic, speaking in a sweetly coy voice.
“You really liked it?” her eyes widened like a child, shrinking back down as the crowd whistled. She laughed, flashing her bright teeth.
“Well! I guess I’ll have to come back and see you lushes tomorrow night, hmm?” The words she’d said last night and would say again tomorrow. They laughed in reply, applauding her as she walked backstage with the aura of a 40’s starlet.
Things changed the instant she was out of view. She had plunged from the world the performers in dives put on for their voyeurs, the world of colour, lights and laughter, to the world they really lived in, a world of bodily fluids, sore bodies, and crushed souls.
As she removed her shiny makeup and constricting silver costume, she heard the questions the audiences would be asking each other echoing in her head: 'Why does she do it'? 'She's too talented for this place, why does she stay?' 'Why not California or Vegas, or even bigger New York clubs?' 'Why, why, why?' Sometimes, even she couldn't answer.
When her mind quieted down, Amanda looked into the smudged mirror at the beauty they all whispered at. Even when the makeup was removed to reveal dark circles and thin lines they would still think her strangely happy because to them, these marks were from parties and one night stands. If only they knew.
A few minutes later, as she was walking home, Amanda asked herself the same questions the audience asked. Why did she do it? She'd been hot tonight, if someone had been recording or if a scout had been there she would have had her ticket out. She could leave any time she wanted to. So why did she stay?
She trudged through the seedy streets, glaring at the men she passed. She walked into the apartment complex, tuning out the sounds of sex and fights as she walked up the crumbling stairs, swearing as the door to the apartment stuck. She walked in, sighing at the stack of bills sitting by the door.
"Jeremy?"
"Here." a soft voice croaked. She smiled sadly and walked into the den. A man, probably in his mid 30's, was lying on the couch half asleep. He pushed his limp hair from his face, opening his eyes halfway.
"Hey."
"Hey" she kissed him softly, handing him a glass of water and some pills from the table. He smiled.
"Thank you Nurse."
She laughed, sitting by his feet after he swallowed the pills. He sat up a bit, only to pull her down beside him, holding her against his side.
"Love ya Mand."
And then, Amanda remembered why she did it. For the love of an angel sick with what would make the pretty 'star' world shun her out of fear and disgust.
"Love you too."
Title: Loving Stain
Written: 1/24/05
“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!” the band silenced and Amanda shook her platinum blonde curls away with an elegant toss of her head, leaning against the piano to soak up the applause. After things quieted down a bit, she lowered her head to the mic, speaking in a sweetly coy voice.
“You really liked it?” her eyes widened like a child, shrinking back down as the crowd whistled. She laughed, flashing her bright teeth.
“Well! I guess I’ll have to come back and see you lushes tomorrow night, hmm?” The words she’d said last night and would say again tomorrow. They laughed in reply, applauding her as she walked backstage with the aura of a 40’s starlet.
Things changed the instant she was out of view. She had plunged from the world the performers in dives put on for their voyeurs, the world of colour, lights and laughter, to the world they really lived in, a world of bodily fluids, sore bodies, and crushed souls.
As she removed her shiny makeup and constricting silver costume, she heard the questions the audiences would be asking each other echoing in her head: 'Why does she do it'? 'She's too talented for this place, why does she stay?' 'Why not California or Vegas, or even bigger New York clubs?' 'Why, why, why?' Sometimes, even she couldn't answer.
When her mind quieted down, Amanda looked into the smudged mirror at the beauty they all whispered at. Even when the makeup was removed to reveal dark circles and thin lines they would still think her strangely happy because to them, these marks were from parties and one night stands. If only they knew.
A few minutes later, as she was walking home, Amanda asked herself the same questions the audience asked. Why did she do it? She'd been hot tonight, if someone had been recording or if a scout had been there she would have had her ticket out. She could leave any time she wanted to. So why did she stay?
She trudged through the seedy streets, glaring at the men she passed. She walked into the apartment complex, tuning out the sounds of sex and fights as she walked up the crumbling stairs, swearing as the door to the apartment stuck. She walked in, sighing at the stack of bills sitting by the door.
"Jeremy?"
"Here." a soft voice croaked. She smiled sadly and walked into the den. A man, probably in his mid 30's, was lying on the couch half asleep. He pushed his limp hair from his face, opening his eyes halfway.
"Hey."
"Hey" she kissed him softly, handing him a glass of water and some pills from the table. He smiled.
"Thank you Nurse."
She laughed, sitting by his feet after he swallowed the pills. He sat up a bit, only to pull her down beside him, holding her against his side.
"Love ya Mand."
And then, Amanda remembered why she did it. For the love of an angel sick with what would make the pretty 'star' world shun her out of fear and disgust.
"Love you too."
