Out walking I came across a stone, it was in my shoe, OUCH! who am I is what the stone made me think, well I'm Fredrick Tizzleworth. Tossing the stone into the sea, walking more comfortably now free of this load,I took rest on a bench for a while gazing at the seagulls eating cold wet chips. They made me think what am I, well I'm Frederick Tizzleworth a man of great talents that will amaze the world, maybe one day.I preceded my journey in this lowly fashion my head hanging low until a thought popped in to my head that made me grin, it was the thought that I will find my destiny in the shallow waters of time.Making my way down to the sea water's crispy little edge,I began taking off my black expensive leather shoes, and matching trim socks. Smart silky trousers rolled up to my knee's, feet sinking into the wet cold sand whilst the tide came swishing in like a cold blanket of freshness. Ouch! yelped I, A stone washed up by the tide had struck my toe damn rotten sea always so mean to me! looking down at my poor toes gasping in amazement at the site of the stone, it was the same fiend that had burdened my same foot.Retrieving this monster rock with a helping of sand, putting on my socks and shoes soggy and tight with bits of grit. I smiled and walked with stone in hand, I smiled at the chances. Arriving at the destination that held the key to my life's lock, Ahhh...Le Grande theatre, I will be a famous stage actor on the French shores... for sure, "bonjour Frederick!" "ah bonjour! comment-sava?" "oui sava!" A very warm welcome from a lovely warm gentleman he shook my hand, 'me suivre!' that's follow me to you and I, lots of stairs followed by lots of angst my dreams are held within this fort. Hearing the sounds of recitals in all the rooms, people brushing past wearing wonderful clothes and beautiful make up.My angst turning in to excitement the feeling's and emotion's becoming all too overwhelming to a stage of almost regurgitating. I hold back this urge to vomit breathing deeply "ici boire ceci" my guide said passing me a glass of water "juste par cette porte!" pointing at this huge wooden door, that to me seemed very blurry, taking a few moments to regain my composure I wipe the now intense feeling dripping from my brow.One last deep breathe as I enter the room the smell of musty velvet material filling my nose, "Bonjour" I mumble , "Oh Hello Mr.tizzleworth, it is ok you can speak English to me, I hale from London" "Nice to meet you Mr.Hampstead" I said starting to feel a little more at ease, I took a seat in the cherry red leather chair that he offered me, "I will be back in a moment" he appoligised, as he left I thought how could you do that to someone,he could see I was as nervous as all hell and he continues my suspense and nerves.Out came my handkerchief once more to mop my now fritting brow, sipping the cold glass of water in my shaky hand, which all of a sudden stopped as the man returned with a beautiful lady, "Sorry about that Mr.Tizzleworth" he apologised again "This is Isabelle, she will play Clara in the play" "Oh, nice to meet you" I had suddenly came to some sort of realisation that everything was going to be fine. I took her hand so soft and gentle, almost so soft I did not wish my whiskery stubble to meet her flesh as I pecked the top of her hand, oh the taste so sweet! "nice to meet you too!" she had replied in a rusty English/French accent "Well let's say we get this show on the road" Mr Hampstead opened another door that was inside the room, which led us to a small cramped room full of props and such.
So it began, both of us seeming slightly nervous to begin as we put on different costumes but eventually we connected in way like no other, me catching her when she made a slip, and her me, our eyes locked in making this an audition of a lifetime. It almost felt like a dream, the way we played our parts was truly remarkable her delicious talent reflecting mine as to intertwine as one star. We were in this almost unbreakable swing of converse for nearly an hour until finally, Mr.Hampstead broke the party of two to make it three with his huge echoing applause that sort of caught us both unaware bringing us out of our trance. This must be the greatest moment in my life I thought to my self,even if I do not get the role as miss Clara's secret lover, I know in my heart I had enjoyed this hour as if it were my finest. "I would be held insane not to cast you pair", these words came from Mr Hampstead's mouth almost bursting my heart, Isabelle and I both gleamed at each other as I handed her coat to her, "I will see you both next Friday for recitals" he added as he opened the door, "thank you so much, I will not let you down" I said like a teenager full enthusiasm, almost skipping down the corridor we left the theatre in a childish fashion.
The air outside had never felt so fresh and clear as I watched Isabelle climb aboard a bus.Waving her goodbye, but as it got further and further away my eyes blurred, what was happening I thought "1...2....3!" ringing in my head who said this, "again 1...2...3!" what's going on am I going mad, I can hear this so clear, looking left looking right I began to float , "we have lost him" what the.... It all came flooding back to me as I floated so high feeling released, I saw images of myself bending to retrieve a stone from my shoe, then suddenly being hurled in the air by a fast vehicle, like a chariot of God which had set me free.
