Post by liber8 on Jan 8, 2002 16:53:17 GMT -6
:: In a dimly lit bar filled with empty pool tables and empty chairs a single personne sits on a stool. Face hidden from the darkness a single light is seen blazing from a sigarette butt resting in an ashtray. The figure motions his hand to the bartender who moves forward and fills his drink again. ::
"Magic... Dessert Storm... Whatever your many fans have begun calling you. I speak to you from this bar, the place I normaly think of as my home away from home. Becasue, well you've seen my real home, my real wife... Just like any other man I needed somewhere to escape to... This is my refuge, this is my sanctuary... You may think to yourself I am just hidding from the problems that may await me the second I walk through that door, which of course there will be. But they are all problems that I can deal with ease, or maybe could have when I carred. But it's just not worth it. I've been in high society, finacialy secure, known by name throughout many a town... But I got sick of it, looking at the same face in the mirror, knowing it was a mask that there was only one way to take off. So here I am, living with my "lovely" wife in my "beutiful" house... But I'm not happy, I know what made me happy... And I plan on reliving it, once I put my own mask on I am secure again. Shutting out the world and re-living the joy...
:: He continues on his drink as the camera fades out. ::[/tr]
"Magic... Dessert Storm... Whatever your many fans have begun calling you. I speak to you from this bar, the place I normaly think of as my home away from home. Becasue, well you've seen my real home, my real wife... Just like any other man I needed somewhere to escape to... This is my refuge, this is my sanctuary... You may think to yourself I am just hidding from the problems that may await me the second I walk through that door, which of course there will be. But they are all problems that I can deal with ease, or maybe could have when I carred. But it's just not worth it. I've been in high society, finacialy secure, known by name throughout many a town... But I got sick of it, looking at the same face in the mirror, knowing it was a mask that there was only one way to take off. So here I am, living with my "lovely" wife in my "beutiful" house... But I'm not happy, I know what made me happy... And I plan on reliving it, once I put my own mask on I am secure again. Shutting out the world and re-living the joy...
:: He continues on his drink as the camera fades out. ::[/tr]