A Mere Fantasy | By : Ms-AliceSmith Category: Individual Celebrities > Alan Rickman Views: 2517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman and I do not profit from these writings. |
Note: The songs used in this fic are either written by me or by other artists. I do not own the songs written by other artists. At the bottom will be the list of songs used per chapter.
Chapter 1: A Miracle “You were my ticket out of here.” Alan lifted his head out of his hands. A voice erupted out of nowhere into song. Who the devil was still in at this hour? He wondered, knowing full well he had excused all of the actors and crew members. “And I was your dream come true.” He raised an eyebrow. Indeed, he thought following the voice. He couldn’t tell if there was any instrumental accompaniment or not, because the voice was so entrancing. He quickened his pace going through the labyrinth of rooms and hallways until he saw her. There, sitting at his own piano. His knitted brows relaxed as he took in her figure. She had unnaturally long hair that reached well past her waist. Her calves, the only part of her leg he could see from below the piano bench, were slim in the skinny jeans she wore. Her body, though not as stick thin as the majority of young women who frolicked his way, was lithe to put it simply. Her hips widened out of her waist gracefully, enticingly. “Two dreams collided; maybe we got too excited for our own good.” She sang, her voice unlike any he had heard before. It was slightly smoky, but not in a Norah-esque way. Her style seemed entirely her own. As he walked around the piano entranced by the young woman, she continued to sing, oblivious to him. “Now I convinced myself that nothing could ever tear me away. I convinced myself that we’d look back and laugh at this one day.” She was hunched over, playing the piano with passion. “All I ever wanted.” She belted, throwing her head up. He had to laugh, internally at least. The expression on her face was much like that of someone mid-coitus. She was a beauty, in her own way. Her lips full, her jawbone soft… She was perfect for the part. “Hey wait, hey don’t you know that this is where the whole thing went wrong. Hey, w-” She opened her eyes and stopped abruptly. “Don’t stop on my account.” Alan said, with his hands in the air. “Sorry.” She practically shouted. She jumped to her feet and gathered her music, which Alan guessed she didn’t even need, considering she could play with her eyes closed. “I thought everyone had left.” “So did I.” Alan replied with a chuckle. She stuffed the sheets into her blue bag and threw it over her shoulder. She turned to him and froze, as if thinking what to say. “Bye.” She said tensely, after a moment. With that, she turned around and headed for the door. “You don’t have to leave!” Alan called to her. She turned her head to reply. “I don’t play well in front of others.” “Could’ve fooled me.” She stopped in front of the door, her hand on the door knob. “Please?” Slowly she turned around and even more slowly made her way back to the bench. “I didn’t know anyone was here, sir.” She looked at him, expecting to be apprehended. His eyebrows knitted together once more. “How long have you been coming here?” Alan asked curiously. She set her bag down and looked down, clearly avoiding his eyes. “A few months? I usually sneak in before the lights go out.” She confessed. She fingered the keys lightly. “Won’t you play?” Alan said after a long silence between the two. She looked up, bit her lip and after giving it much thought, sat at the bench. She lay her hands out on the keys and after one chord, stopped. “I’m not good in front of people…” Her voice softened at the end. Her singing voice sounded nothing like the voice she spoke with. Alan stared at her, not willing himself to leave. He needed this girl. It seemed as if she caved as she placed her hands on the keys once more and played. She furrowed her brows as she sang out again. “New York’s snowiest time of year, there’s nothing more beautiful to me,” She looked up at him, her eyes lidded. “Except for you.” He walked closer to the piano, cautiously so he wouldn’t startle her. “The days are better, the nights are still so lonely. Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road.” Her voice, while not traditional for theatre, was perfect for his character, Chloe. It might’ve been his first job, having written and directed at once, but he was determined to make it perfect. That meant he wasn’t afraid to replace actors. The girl he had originally cast as Chloe, Estelle was her name, was not working out at all. She was a fan-girl at best, and her voice was much too controlled. He needed someone who broke tradition in the theatrical sense; someone who put their heart and soul into the music. When she had finished the song, she looked at him awkwardly, as though for approval. “Lovely.” He breathed. She looked down with a blush. “What’s your name?” She looked into his eyes for a long moment before replying. “Calliope.” It seemed as though she had always thought before she spoke. “Calliope.” Alan repeated, softly. He thought for a moment. Throwing someone in, even though they were only two weeks into rehearsal, was a dangerous business. The actors already seemed to have formed relationships well before being cast. “I’ll just-” Calliope lifted her bag and gestured to the door. He couldn’t let her leave yet. “Have you ever acted before?” She froze again. “Community theatre. Long time ago.” She spoke quickly, making for the door. “Thank you.” She said, without turning her head. “Ever been paid?” He hoped this would spark her interest. It always made people turn around. Calliope acted as though she didn’t hear him and kept walking. She knew he was probably just another one of those hot shots who wanted to get her a job so she would sleep with them. She wasn’t falling for it this time. Calliope walked back to her apartment on 3rd street. Her heart was still beating rapidly from her run-in with the older man. He was quite handsome, now that she thought back on it, and so familiar looking. She crawled into bed feeling unsatisfied from her short session at the theatre. It was her own fault she got caught. It just seemed so unfair. She never bothered anyone, since the place was usually closed by the time she practiced. At 22 years old, Calliope had lived an odd life of moving from place to place. She never lived by herself, but in her heart, she knew she was always alone. She wasn’t exactly famous, but she had had her fifteen minutes of fame. The taste of it wasn’t sweet in the slightest. When the director of the television station she worked with asked her to take part in nude scenes in one of his films, she refused. Only one person had ever seen her naked, and that was a long time ago. She didn’t plan on letting anyone that close again, whether it was for work or not.Alan set his keys on the kitchen counter. It had been a long night. After stumbling upon the miracle that was Calliope, and having her walk out on him, of all people, he felt hopeless once more.
“Please God, I’ve never asked for anything before, but this girl, or woman… I can’t really tell how old she is, she’s a bloody natural. I know she’d be wonderful. Please just make her come back.” He prayed while laying in bed, staring at the ceiling.Hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter of my fantasy with Alan Rickman. I tend to create strange stories about "getting with" celebrities. Anyways, here's the list of songs in this chapter:
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