Keep Your Hand At Level With Your Eye
The Point of No Return
Matt’s POV
Tonight is the night. My wife Rosaline is performing in the last show of the play she’s in. She’s Christine Daaé in The Phantom of The Opera. The last show is in New York City at the famous Broadway Theatre. As a present for her hard work and dedication, I’ve decided to take a bit of time off the tour with the band and see her show; afterwards, I gonna give her the present I’ve been wanting to give her since I discovered she’s been fucking one of her co-workers.
I kinda understand why she would too. I mean me and this guy could be fucking clones dressed as the Phantom of the Opera! We were both around the height, had the same build and eye color, and we both had tattoos; the only significant differences are that I have dimples, a raspy voice and a bigger dick. Dressed up as the Opera Ghost, with the masks and my hair slicked back and him wearing his wig, you wouldn’t be able to tell us apart; and I hope Rosaline wouldn’t be the one to see a difference because tonight I’m gonna be the angel of music that will lead dear Rosaline to her demise.
Rosaline’s POV
I chugged the contents of a full bottle of water as I entered the dressing room with my co-workers. Everyone except for the stage crew has a ten minute intermission at every quarter mark and right now the play is three-quarters over. The Phantom and I actually have about a seventeen minute break considering the fact that the next scene we’re in isn’t right after the break.
After I changed into my costume for the next scene, I was making small talk with everyone, mingling around the room. Now I was talking to Erik, who plays Raoul in the play. Over Erik’s shoulder, I could see Mark, who plays the Phantom, wink at me before leaving the dressing room silently asking me to follow him.
“Excuse me Erik,” he smiled and nodded. I danced around him and out the room, excitement bubbling within me. I walked down the dimly lit hallway to the equally dimly lit bathroom on nearly the other side of the theater where Mark and I had our sexual escapades nearly thrice a day, every day that we’re here for either rehearsals or showtime. What attracted me to him was the fact he reminded me so much of Matt when he was in full costume. When I finally arrived at the bathroom door, I heard a thud and the sound of something heavy being dragged.
“Mark?” I questioned through the wooden door. The door flew open as I raised my hand to knock on the door. He looked me up and down before stepping to the side, stretching his arm towards the bathroom and bowing a bit. I requested that Mark stay in character whenever we were together and he obeyed. “What was that thud that I heard just a few moments ago?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I noticed Mark’s voice has gotten raspier; I was going to vocalize my observation but I shrugged it off once I remembered Mark telling me yesterday that he believed he was getting sick. “Well I can’t wait until after the show. Meet me for the last time by the old dressing room. I want to surprise you,”
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I blushed and giggled. I simply nodded, standing on my toes to give him a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly became very heated as Mark’s hands roamed my body and my hands knotted themselves in his wig. We broke apart with both our chests heaving the same time Mark’s watch alarm went off signaling that we only had about five minutes, give or take, before we had to get on stage. “It’s time to break a leg,”
Mark chuckled at my lame little joke before releasing me from his grip so I could straighten my costume. He made sure his mask and wig was in place before leaving, sending me a wink with a small smirk. Thank God Matt’s not gonna find out about this.
Matt’s POV
Now it’s time for me to go break a leg; I’ve been practicing for the last three weeks to get the final scenes of the play down so I can go on stage as Mark. Once I get my cue, I saunter onto the stage as I began singing the song “The Point of No Return”. I focus on putting a lot of feeling into this song because later they will be. Second half of my verse arrives, and Rosaline stands from kneeling position at the front of the stage.
“Now you are here with me. No second thoughts, you’ve decided. You’ve decided,” I make my way over to Rosaline, strolling around a fake fire, which is just a hole in the stage surrounded by pieces of red fabric that flail in place with the use of several industrial fans surrounding the underside of the hole. “Pass the point of no return, no backward glances. Your games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use denying. Abandon thought as I bring your dream to an end. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets? Have you learned beyond the point of no return?”
Rosaline gives me a questioning look, probably wondering where all of this emotion has come from and have I changed some of the words. The third, fourth, and fifth lines should be ‘Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend.’ Nevertheless, she continues on to song her verse which mocks mine. I frown to keep the smirk off my face with the knowledge of what waits my wife in a few moments.
We climb two small, separate, and winding stairs at both sides of the stage, while she’s singing. She has such an amazing voice; it’s a shame that it will go to waste soon. At the top, we meet halfway on a bridge connecting the stairs; our hands instantly connect to each other’s hips as we stare into each other’s eyes with our foreheads pressed together.
“Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed,” we sing as I spin Rosaline around and pull her back so that her back is flush against my chest, “So stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return,” We pause as we wait for the cue for the next song, Rosaline’s eyes flutter shut while I send a short nod to the conductor. Now here comes the shocker.
“Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine, until the end of time? We were more than friends, before the story ends. And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design,” Rosaline’s eyes fly open and she turns to look at me while the music of ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ begins at the second verse with the help of the orchestra that I paid off, “Our love had been so strong for far too long, I was weak with fear that something would go wrong. Then all the possibilities came true, I’mma take all possibility from you. I might laugh myself to tears, conjuring your deepest fears,” She gasped and broke away from my grip, but I fast. I grabbed her wrist and began slowing pulling her back to me, “Come here you fucking bitch,”
Back in my grip, Rosaline faced me, looking into my eyes intently, searching. Her lover boy Mark didn’t know any of the band’s music; hell, he hated rock music! I kept my face blank as I watched recognition creep across Rosaline’s face. “Matt?”
She tore the mask off of my face with a horrified expression while I smirked, showing off my dimples that set me apart from Mark. She struggled in my grasp as her eyes watered. I shook my head at her foolish attempts to escape. After making sure I had good grip on her, I pulled a lever that was situated nearby. The floor beneath us disappeared as we fell through a trap door in the bridge. Rosaline screamed in terror as we fell through the hole in the stage for the fake fire.
Tonight is the night. My wife Rosaline is performing in the last show of the play she’s in. She’s Christine Daaé in The Phantom of The Opera. The last show is in New York City at the famous Broadway Theatre. As a present for her hard work and dedication, I’ve decided to take a bit of time off the tour with the band and see her show; afterwards, I gonna give her the present I’ve been wanting to give her since I discovered she’s been fucking one of her co-workers.
I kinda understand why she would too. I mean me and this guy could be fucking clones dressed as the Phantom of the Opera! We were both around the height, had the same build and eye color, and we both had tattoos; the only significant differences are that I have dimples, a raspy voice and a bigger dick. Dressed up as the Opera Ghost, with the masks and my hair slicked back and him wearing his wig, you wouldn’t be able to tell us apart; and I hope Rosaline wouldn’t be the one to see a difference because tonight I’m gonna be the angel of music that will lead dear Rosaline to her demise.
Rosaline’s POV
I chugged the contents of a full bottle of water as I entered the dressing room with my co-workers. Everyone except for the stage crew has a ten minute intermission at every quarter mark and right now the play is three-quarters over. The Phantom and I actually have about a seventeen minute break considering the fact that the next scene we’re in isn’t right after the break.
After I changed into my costume for the next scene, I was making small talk with everyone, mingling around the room. Now I was talking to Erik, who plays Raoul in the play. Over Erik’s shoulder, I could see Mark, who plays the Phantom, wink at me before leaving the dressing room silently asking me to follow him.
“Excuse me Erik,” he smiled and nodded. I danced around him and out the room, excitement bubbling within me. I walked down the dimly lit hallway to the equally dimly lit bathroom on nearly the other side of the theater where Mark and I had our sexual escapades nearly thrice a day, every day that we’re here for either rehearsals or showtime. What attracted me to him was the fact he reminded me so much of Matt when he was in full costume. When I finally arrived at the bathroom door, I heard a thud and the sound of something heavy being dragged.
“Mark?” I questioned through the wooden door. The door flew open as I raised my hand to knock on the door. He looked me up and down before stepping to the side, stretching his arm towards the bathroom and bowing a bit. I requested that Mark stay in character whenever we were together and he obeyed. “What was that thud that I heard just a few moments ago?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I noticed Mark’s voice has gotten raspier; I was going to vocalize my observation but I shrugged it off once I remembered Mark telling me yesterday that he believed he was getting sick. “Well I can’t wait until after the show. Meet me for the last time by the old dressing room. I want to surprise you,”
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I blushed and giggled. I simply nodded, standing on my toes to give him a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly became very heated as Mark’s hands roamed my body and my hands knotted themselves in his wig. We broke apart with both our chests heaving the same time Mark’s watch alarm went off signaling that we only had about five minutes, give or take, before we had to get on stage. “It’s time to break a leg,”
Mark chuckled at my lame little joke before releasing me from his grip so I could straighten my costume. He made sure his mask and wig was in place before leaving, sending me a wink with a small smirk. Thank God Matt’s not gonna find out about this.
Matt’s POV
Now it’s time for me to go break a leg; I’ve been practicing for the last three weeks to get the final scenes of the play down so I can go on stage as Mark. Once I get my cue, I saunter onto the stage as I began singing the song “The Point of No Return”. I focus on putting a lot of feeling into this song because later they will be. Second half of my verse arrives, and Rosaline stands from kneeling position at the front of the stage.
“Now you are here with me. No second thoughts, you’ve decided. You’ve decided,” I make my way over to Rosaline, strolling around a fake fire, which is just a hole in the stage surrounded by pieces of red fabric that flail in place with the use of several industrial fans surrounding the underside of the hole. “Pass the point of no return, no backward glances. Your games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use denying. Abandon thought as I bring your dream to an end. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets? Have you learned beyond the point of no return?”
Rosaline gives me a questioning look, probably wondering where all of this emotion has come from and have I changed some of the words. The third, fourth, and fifth lines should be ‘Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend.’ Nevertheless, she continues on to song her verse which mocks mine. I frown to keep the smirk off my face with the knowledge of what waits my wife in a few moments.
We climb two small, separate, and winding stairs at both sides of the stage, while she’s singing. She has such an amazing voice; it’s a shame that it will go to waste soon. At the top, we meet halfway on a bridge connecting the stairs; our hands instantly connect to each other’s hips as we stare into each other’s eyes with our foreheads pressed together.
“Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed,” we sing as I spin Rosaline around and pull her back so that her back is flush against my chest, “So stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return,” We pause as we wait for the cue for the next song, Rosaline’s eyes flutter shut while I send a short nod to the conductor. Now here comes the shocker.
“Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine, until the end of time? We were more than friends, before the story ends. And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design,” Rosaline’s eyes fly open and she turns to look at me while the music of ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ begins at the second verse with the help of the orchestra that I paid off, “Our love had been so strong for far too long, I was weak with fear that something would go wrong. Then all the possibilities came true, I’mma take all possibility from you. I might laugh myself to tears, conjuring your deepest fears,” She gasped and broke away from my grip, but I fast. I grabbed her wrist and began slowing pulling her back to me, “Come here you fucking bitch,”
Back in my grip, Rosaline faced me, looking into my eyes intently, searching. Her lover boy Mark didn’t know any of the band’s music; hell, he hated rock music! I kept my face blank as I watched recognition creep across Rosaline’s face. “Matt?”
She tore the mask off of my face with a horrified expression while I smirked, showing off my dimples that set me apart from Mark. She struggled in my grasp as her eyes watered. I shook my head at her foolish attempts to escape. After making sure I had good grip on her, I pulled a lever that was situated nearby. The floor beneath us disappeared as we fell through a trap door in the bridge. Rosaline screamed in terror as we fell through the hole in the stage for the fake fire.
8/12/13