"Joan....Jooooooooooooan" the voice called.
I had been listening to people search for me for an hour. I could hear their voices but couldn't bring myself to respond. I was distraught, earlier I had learned that our company was leaving Chicago and moving on to San Francisco. The past month had flown by, I had never been this happy before but as it always is my happiness wasn't going to last. I could see from my hiding spot in the wings of the stage a door that I knew would lead me to the alley behind the theater, grabbing my coat I went out into the cold, leaving the search to actually do it's job.
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Hello Chicago, Goodbye Road
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Friday, December 9, 2011
Our Meeting
I was truely the black sheep of my family, it didn't matter how many tutors that they hired in to mold me into they ideal of what a young woman was to be, or how often I was sent to stay with my Grandmother and spinter Aunts to show what my future would be if I did not give up my dream. If my mother and father had ever admitted that it was their fault that I wanted to be more than my sisters and their simple country lives and trips to London for the "Season", I may have condsidered that my desires were out of reach and reason would have entered.
But being who I am and how I am and they being who and how they were, there was no room for aquiecance on either side. My love, my only want at the time was to be an actress. The woman on stage in the fabulous costume, she was villian and herione, mistress and wife, she could be anything that she wanted to be. Those women weren't being forced into a loveless marriage just because they were twenty, they weren't being called "spinster" or "Old Maid". They got to live their own lives while in the spotlight as well as off of it, and I envied them more than anything. My desire to act was driving me to the point of maddness, becuase in acting I was going to be free. Late one night in the spring of 1914, with only a carpetbag full of clothing and few possesions, I found myself standing outside of a theater. Three months later I was on tour with a stage production heading to America.
We landed in New York and it was overwhelming. The smells and sounds simmilar to those in London, but so much different than the ones in Bellfast. We were booked for a five month stint each week a different performance of one of Shakespear's works. I was comfortable in this small tribe of people, all of us from different backgrounds and yet we worked well together. They had taken to calling me Princess Joan, because from what they said I was "the closest thing to royalty" that they would ever know. I loved these people and they treated me in the way that my blood family had tried to, it was then that I realized that my relations were just bad actors.
The New York engagement ended and we were off to Chicago for another series of performances. It was December 31, 1914 the first time that I played Kate in Taming of the Shrew, there I stood in my heavy costume, my voice clear and strong as I gave my lines life. I was perfect and in a second, a mere momment I was shaken. My eyes had lingered too long on one person, it was such a small amount of time that I don't even believe that it could be counted but I knew that I would never forget that face.
Later that night the main cast gathered in the home of a wealthy patron, I stood there in the ballroom the crowded floor moving as if it was alive. I felt a sadness come over me, memories of a life that I ran from washed through me. Seeing an overly ornate frenchdoor, I decided that air would be the cure for my homesickness. The cold wind cooled my skin and my nerves and as I walked to the balcony even though the noise of the celebration was still filling my ears it was secondary to the feeling of clam that was replacing anxiety.
For the first time I was seeing Chicago above the trash on the streets and the people pretending to be more than what they were. I saw the street lights glittering like stars mirroring the ones above giving me a feeling of floating. My head falling back I took one last deep breath, then turned to go back into the party.
From the darkness in a corner of the terrace a voice said "The playbill says that your name in Joan Nevin, is that true?"
Squareing my shoulders I stared at the shadowy figure "Why would I lie?"
"People lie for many reasons, especially actresses. Usually to hide their past. So 'Joan' are you 'Joan'?"
I debatted on my answer for a moment then chose to tell the truth. "No, Joan is not my name, but it is the english version."
"And what of 'Nevin'?"
"No, that is not my name either."
The man stepped out of the dark and my breath stopped, my heart was beating so fast that I was sure that he could see it. It was the man from the audience, the only face that I had ever looked at from the stage, the only face that ever made me almost stumble. "So, who are you, really?"
"Why should you know my secret? It's really of no concern or consequence to you. I'm sure that you have been able to learn the hidden pasts of many women, but for you to believe that I am of such weak character and trusting nature is really quite foolish of you sir."
He was standing so close to me now, that I could feel his breath on my face and see how his blue eyes flared with being defied. I glared back at him focusing on keeping myself still. "You are rare, do you know that? I was only asking because I would like to know more about you and I was running into walls asking your friends inside." His face softened "Who are you 'Joan'? You're more than you seem, aren't you?"
I had waited so long for someone to see me, not what they wanted me to be, but in that instant I knew that this man did truely see me. "I'm Siobhan Black and that sir is all that you are going to get out of me" I said as I stepped around him and walked back into the party with a very triumphant grin on my lips.
As I opened the delicate door I heard him whisper "Nice to meet you Siobhan, I'm Julianus and you're going to be very happy."
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Thursday, December 8, 2011
Christmas 1916
"Bhan...what is that?"
"What is what Jules?"
We were standing in our parlor looking at the Christmas tree that had been put up that day. The room illuminated by a fire roaring in the fireplace and the candles affixed to the branches of a beautiful Douglas-fir. The tree as one of the new traditions that I had brought into his life, but the glittering silver tinsel that was draped over each sprig of pine needles was new to me as well. "It's called tinsel, it means 'sparkle'. It's fine strands of silver. Doesn't it look beautiful Sweetheart?"
"It is rather lovely, but what do we do with it when the tree dies" he asked.
"Well it's too fragile to keep so it will be discarded" I said.
"Siobhan, is it silver or another metal that just happens to be silver in colour?"
"It's silver Jules."
"You know, I never had to worry about burning my home down or paying for silly silver strings for a holiday or ginger biscuits hanging from shrubbery before you happen to me" he mumbled as he pulled my back against his chest and wrapped his arms around me.
"You were also miserable and grumpy before you met me, so what is your point exactly?"
"My point is that before I met you, my life didn't sparkle so much."
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
There was a time when the term Pet was more than what it is now
Two little cards from when Jules was courting me. Back then the term "Pet" was an endearment and not used as a way to make one person subservient to another. These cards where accompanied by flowers, the top came with a bouquet of Forget-me-nots and the bottom came with two dozen roses of various shades of white and pink.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Rembrandt
Humans would look at this private area and think immediately of a morgue, but it is more adequately compared to a abattoir, because really that's what it is even though we jokingly called it "the Kitchen". Walking to the sink in the corner I opened the cupboard above it. Reaching for the supply of Rohypnol that we keep for special occasions and the keyring that is always beside the bottle. I pocket the sedative and start looking through the keys until I find the small ones that I need. Leaning my hip against the sink my mind drifts to my husband and how happy he will be when he unwraps the painting.
Shaking my head to wake myself from my daydream, I slide the meat hooks that hang from the ceiling...yep still move. A peek into the drain in the middle of the floor...nope, nothing in there. Pulling on the two sets of shackles attached high on the walls opposite sides of the room...yep still secure. I take the first key and release the padlock on a steal loop embedded into the wall dead center of the first set of shackles but a foot and a half above them. Taking the second key I unlock the cuffs so that they are left to dangle free. I follow the same checking procedure on the other wall.
Everything was perfect, just like always. I leave the room with the door open since closing it would only hinder me later. I go back to the living room, pulling out the bottle of pills as I move to the platter of food that was so delicious looking. Standing in front of the of the spread I shake four of the pills out into my hand. Taking two pills between my thumbs and forefingers I crush them into the wine glasses, watching as the powder fell neatly into the bottom of each goblet. As I dusted my fingers off the doorbell rang and chills ran over my skin.
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"Are these razor cuts?"
"Yes I would say that they are."
The painting, my painting was laid out and looked as if it had been in a war. "I didn't expect that it would be ruined Mick" my accent strong as I worked to control my anger "and what is with this other shite" I asked nodding my head toward a pile of other works of art. "Why would they take a Napoleonic finial? Or a...is that a Manet?"
"I don't know Bhan, I really don't know why they took all of these things" Micheal leaned toward me and whispered so low that only those of our kind could have heard "I would have done them in but thought that you would want the pleasure after I saw the state of your painting."
I knew that he was lying and he knew that I knew that he was lying, laughing I said "Mick, your talent for covering your own backside is enviable. And you know that they can't hear you from the kitchen."
He chuckled and asked "If I hadn't brought them to you Siobhan, would it be me chained up in your 'kitchen' tonight?"
"No, I would be explaining to Jules why we no longer had a Persian carpet in this room" I said coldly.
"I'm sorry Bhan, I should have just acquired the painting myself. Tell you what, the next acquisition is free" he said with a huge smile.
"I would rather just have you owe me a favor Mick."
Sighing and shaking his head with a laugh "Alright love, I owe you" he said as he picked up his things and left.
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"Do you take drugs?"
"Please lady, please just let me go?"
"Answer my question."
"What...I don't know"
"You don't know if you take drugs?"
"Wha...yeah I do a little coke."
"Have you done 'a little coke' tonight? And think before you answer me, because your friend lied he did 'a lot of coke' and if there is one thing on this planet that you do not want to see it's me even higher than I am right now!"
"Am I going to live?"
"If you don't lie to me, you have more of a chance to live."
"I did a lot of coke. Just like him."
"You silly things and your vices. You know when I was human, I never touched anything that would alter my vision of reality. They even called me 'Arthur's little Black Sheep'...my sister's were all addicts. But then is like now, same as always, people never change."
"Lady, what are you talking about!"
"I was talking about my sisters you fool. All three of them were vice-ridden. Two on opiates and one on the drink...Your friend isn't dead. He may look like he is, but he isn't...he's just dangling."
"Please, please let me go?"
"How long does it take for the drug to leave you?"
"I don't know, just please let me go?"
"Can't. You were never going to live past tonight you know. Once you took this job, you were set to die. The fact that you ruined the one thing that I wanted most with a razor...that just meant that your death will take a lot longer that was planned."
And with that he started to cry.
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