Saturday, March 27, 2010

(volterra as Maddy) Beauty and the Beast


“Once upon a time in a far away land. A young Prince lived in a shinning castle.” Maddy whispered as she was lead into a great dancing hall were people were already dressed and dancing for the Masquerade Ball. There was at the head of the hall a gentleman with the same pale skin as the woman who had invited them to the ball. He seemed to be the creator of the Ball. “Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.” She continued as the big double doors where shut.

“Inside a great hall in Volterra.” Maddy typed away on her I phone as she snapped a photo of the great hall with all its guest inside it. She felt like Bell going to meet the Beast in the dancing hall inside the castle in Beauty and the Beast. Ever since she was a little girl she had always wanted to be Bell. Every Halloween she had asked her Mother to make her a different costume for the movie and she had even begged her mother to take her to the Broadway Musical when it came to town.

So today, at her first real Masquerade Ball, she wore a dress that could have almost matched Bell’s in Beauty and the Beast. Only it was meant for the time period that she had been told to dress in. Her hair was swept up in an old fashion do and she wore a matching mask.

The only problem with this fairy tale ball was that something wasn’t right. She couldn’t quite shake the feeling off, even though she had spent her entire 23 years dreaming of such event. She should be excited. But instead she found that she was watching everything with alert eyes. Why would they bar the doors close? Where they being locked inside? And for what reason if they were?

Tilly seemed to have the same questions as they were each asked to dance by a handsome stranger with the same pale skin as their leader?

“May I have this dance?” The man asked as he bowed and took Maddy’s hand in his cold one. His hand was so cold. It felt Corpse Cold. She shuddered.

“Y… Yes?” She asked. The man nodded his head and took her other hand as he began to lead her across the dance floor in a dreamy waltz. Yes something was not right here.

“But then, one winter’s night an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter storm.” The strange man dipped her down and lifted her back up. “Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found with in.” The man looked at her oddly.

“Are you telling a story?” He asked.

“Um. You’ve never heard of Beauty and the Beast?” She asked him surprised.

“No, should I have?”

“Well it is one of the most famous love stories told by Walt Disney.”

“I see. Well, please continue. I like this story so far.” The man said his voice sound strange, musical like.

“And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize but, it was too late…”

“Too late?” The man asked, and Maddy realized she did not know the name of the man she was dancing with. But wasn’t that supposed to be the way these masquerade balls worked? So then why did she feel uncomfortable in his arms?

“Yes it was too late.” Maddy answered softly. “You see she had seen that there was no love in his heart. So as a punishment she transformed him into a hideous Beast. And placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.” The man lifted Maddy up into the air and then placed her back on the ground a bit stunned as she recited the dialogue from the prologue of her favorite story.

“She turned him into a beast?” The man asked truly surprised at how the story was ending up.

“Yes, all stories like this have a moral.”

“Oh. Morals.” He seemed to nearly choke.

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside castle.” Maddy whispered as she was gently and gracefully waltzed in front of the leader. Or rather the man who seemed to be the leader with the strange eyes. He seem to look at her for a moment. “ With a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.” Stunned the man she was dancing with stopped and peered into her eyes.

“The rose she had offered him, was truly and enchanted rose and would bloom many years. If he could learn to love another and have their love in return before the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years past, he fell into despair, for who could ever learn to love a Beast?”

(Prologue from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast the Broadway version)

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