The Tempest Prologue 20

Prologue 20

"Freddy, speak your lines with emotion." The play Director told him. "You are Antonio in the play. You had plotted against your own brother. There is no love from him. Show me your greed. Show me your murderous looks."

Freddy paused in his mind; he was not like Antonio. He was kind, loved the world and its people. But now this is a play. He had to draw on his anger. His hatred for the world. He then found the emotions.

Colin.

"And look how well my clothes fit on me" Freddy spoke in his role as Antonio. He swept the coat he was wearing at the thigh. "More fitting than before. Once they were my brother's servants, and now they are mine."

Freddy looked to the empty seats which would housed the audience when they play it live. His eyes were hard as he stared into the void, remembering the faces that had glared at him for his playful act. They dare not utter a word to his face but they laughed behind his back.

"But for your conscience?" The other cast spoke out in line. The Director wanted to but in but he held his voice. He looked towards Freddy for the next cue.

"Aye, where lies that? If it..." Freddy slipped in his lines. He had pictured Colin on the knees with him inside the man. He knew not how but he was there. He remembered the drink he took at the cafe and then flirting images. He remembered being stripped and laid on the floor. He recalled the vivid details of arousals and then the act itself.

"Oh, God. It was true." Freddy realized that he had felt the enjoyment then.

"Stop! Stop!" The Play Director shouted out. "What is with you two? Micheal, you lost your line, and so did you, Freddy."

The Play Director stomped off the stage. Freddy later declined the part and went on to do his studies in Finance. He kept himself busy to avoid the stares of others. He was to be his own person. Freddy finally knew what he wanted to do with his life. He would be an actor for them, but in his own time, he would be his own.