The music playing
throughout the Dance Theater echoed inside the clown's head, throbbing with
ever note that softly whispered his perilous secret. This was the point in
time where the clown felt he must reveal his hidden furtives. Not in words,
but with action. He gathered his thoughts and hurried home to his much
treasured castle. When he arrived, he retreated to the deck to plan out the
devious murder of Fiona. The clown sat in confusion for many hours, and
then an idea came to mind. Fiona was having a recital the coming week and
the clown not only planned to attend, but to give her a standing ovation.
As the days went on, the clown continued to perfect his plot to kill. As soon as the recital was over, the clown would confess his love to Fiona and end her dancing days forever.
That night, the troubled clown planned to sneak into the theater, unaware of its concealed traps. He cautiously crept into the door and up the stairs, carefully covering any trace of his being. He slowly made his way to the janitors closet and retrieved a machete, rope and gloves. Shortly thereafter, he retreated back to his home to rest, for the next day was a momentous one.
* * *
The clown awoke with a feeling of uneasiness in his stomach as he prepared for his engagement. He slipped off his bathrobe and headed for the shower. This gave him plenty of time to reflect on his most important decision. The water rushed through the faucet like cool beads of water but soon morphed into needles as the thought of Fiona arose in his mind. Before I go any further, I must divulge Fiona's past life. Fiona first met the clown when she signed up for dance lessons at the theater across the way, for dance was her reason for life. Ironically, that same week, the theater was hosting applications for a janitor. At promptly 3 o' clock, they both showed up to fulfill their duties, and their eyes met. No sooner had they arrived did they engage in a conversation which led to a romantic dinner that night. Fiona and the clown had more love than you could imagine. A normal weekend for the two would consist of late night walks on the beach or dinner for two while sailing out into the sunset. The undying love was a beautiful thing until that fateful day when Fiona turned against the clown.
As the days went on, the clown continued to perfect his plot to kill. As soon as the recital was over, the clown would confess his love to Fiona and end her dancing days forever.
That night, the troubled clown planned to sneak into the theater, unaware of its concealed traps. He cautiously crept into the door and up the stairs, carefully covering any trace of his being. He slowly made his way to the janitors closet and retrieved a machete, rope and gloves. Shortly thereafter, he retreated back to his home to rest, for the next day was a momentous one.
* * *
The clown awoke with a feeling of uneasiness in his stomach as he prepared for his engagement. He slipped off his bathrobe and headed for the shower. This gave him plenty of time to reflect on his most important decision. The water rushed through the faucet like cool beads of water but soon morphed into needles as the thought of Fiona arose in his mind. Before I go any further, I must divulge Fiona's past life. Fiona first met the clown when she signed up for dance lessons at the theater across the way, for dance was her reason for life. Ironically, that same week, the theater was hosting applications for a janitor. At promptly 3 o' clock, they both showed up to fulfill their duties, and their eyes met. No sooner had they arrived did they engage in a conversation which led to a romantic dinner that night. Fiona and the clown had more love than you could imagine. A normal weekend for the two would consist of late night walks on the beach or dinner for two while sailing out into the sunset. The undying love was a beautiful thing until that fateful day when Fiona turned against the clown.