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“Don’t drop many people off around here anymore” The cabbie grunted looking back at his passenger with barely concealed curiosity. The face that looked back at him was young with handsome features newly grew into. The young man was American with long windswept blonde hair. His skin was tan giving him a bronze glow. His chin was pointed and sharp his cheekbones almost feminine that went well with his long lashes. He was graced with emerald orbs for eyes and his one imperfection was a slightly crooked nose.
“No I don’t imagine you do” He said fishing some Euro’s out of the pocket of his jeans. He handed the crumpled bills to the man murmuring for him to keep the change as he reached for his brown duffel bag. The cabbie watched as the American pushed the door open bringing in an early morning chill that caused him to shiver. The cabbie’s eyes flickered to the left and right looking at the drab dilapidated buildings on either side of him. Was that movement to his left? The hairs on the back of his neck sure seemed to think so!
No sooner was he out of the cab then it was tearing down the narrow street. Alfonzo turned his eyes sparking with curiosity as he watched the cab disappear around the corner.
“Must have had another fare” Alfonzo murmured shrugging his narrow shoulders “Oh well”
He turned back to the building that had haunted his dreams for so long. The entrance which was once grand with its gilded gold figurines and plush red carpet now looked more akin to the gates of hell. The gold was long gone having been stolen and leaving the statues looking sad and forlone those that were still standing at least. The flush red carpet was faded and it looked like something had bit it in several spots. Faded posters offered the briefest glimpse of what the theater once had to offer. Most of them were nothing more than colorful pieces of papers but there were a few that features colorful acrobatic figures. He stepped forward his nimble fingers reaching out to touch one before stopping at the last minute in fear of it crumbling to dust.
“After all this time” He whispered climbing up the stone steps and moving to the gaping entrance of the theater “I’m here”
Since Alfonzo was a boy he dreamed of this place. Before even knowing what it was or its place in the world. In his dreams he would run through its halls back when it was pristine and the beautiful, the palace of fine arts he knew it was meant to be. Under some ones watchful eye he would explore and even perform imaginary plays on the grand wooden stage. He never knew who was watching him but always assumed it was the building itself.
When he was old enough he began his search for the building. With nothing more than the knowledge of what the building looked like inside and various clues it took him ten years to figure out the name of the building. One day he finally did in high school history class of all places!
It was called la rosa dorata e la mezzaluna
After he got the name he searched the history of the theater. Once a hundred and forty-seven years ago it was one of the greatest places of opera in all of Roma. Its opera was known for a unique and original blend of acrobatics and singing. People would come from all over the country to watch its acts. Strangely enough the person who ran the theater was known only by her stage name. How the place opened wasn’t in any records Alfonzo could find. How it ended however…. THAT was well documented
A fire started on the night of what the madame promised to be the performance of the century. Reports about the fire ranged from a simple stage accident to something far more sinister. He found rumors stating the Madame had a secret admirer one whose jealousy knew no bounds. Some said HE was the one who burned the place down.
Even after finding out what happened to his beloved theater he still dreamed of it. The dreams never changed always showcasing the natural splendor of the theater back in its prime. He began to sing in it practicing what was starting to become a passion of his.
And still he was watched.
He graduated and came to face to face with that startling question teenagers turning into your adults were presented with. What did he want to do? What were his passions? He still remembered his parents surprise when he told them….
“I want to sing at the la rosa dorata e la mezzaluna” He said proudly and without any hesitation. His parents on the opposite side of the glass coffee table simply starred in shock back at him. For the two executive accountants there son might as well have said he wanted to fly to the moon!
Eventually they began to pressure him to do something more but his mind was made up. Ever scrap of money he was given over the years was tucked away in preparation for a trip he felt pre-ordained to take. He was eighteen now and he took advantage of it buying himself a ticket and getting himself a passport. He left in the middle of the night writing them and his younger sister a good bye note before going to the airport.
And now he was here! Standing at the entrance to the theater of his dreams. Even though its grandeur was gone he still starred at with open adoration and love. He moved to enter his hands tightening on his duffel bag as he stepped through the entrance and into the grand foyer.
The inside wasn’t in any better shape. The fire was scorched into the stone steps and the paneled wood that lay on the floor. Where once a massive chandelier sat was now a rusted hunk of metal and glass. The golden railing that ringed the staircase was faded and dull. His sad eyes took it all in his chin trembling slightly as he ran a hand through his long hair.
“What happened to you” He whispered his mind raced as he imagined its glory days back when it was the magical palace he grew up in…………………..
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147 YEARS AGO
The twisting streets were packed filled to the brim with horse drawn carriages and people walking. The crowd of people stretched through the city as both the rich and the poor struggled to get to the la rosa dorata e la mezzaluna. Lights pierced the evening sky mingling with the sunset as they guided people to the magnificent theater set in one of the cities many twisting streets. Two valets worked the door taking tickets and directing people in side in a slow orderly procession. Inside they were greeted by men in mask passing out free refreshments and bowing to everyone who entered.
A man watched it all from the second floor landing his fingers curled over the golden rail. He was an older man with short gray and black hair. His skin was tan and wrinkled but he was still a handsome if not stern looking figure. The clothing he wore was non-descript a simple black suit with a blood red cape on his shoulders. A top hat rimmed with red rested upon his head and on his finger one single ring with a cross stamped in the center of a bright ruby.
He watched the procession for a few more minutes before he turned back to a group of men. They spoke for a few seconds and then he clapped their back before moving to take his seat. He had one of the boxes and sat down alone and in the shadows of the box. A attendant came up to offer him a drink and he waived the offer away with a short chop of his hand.
MEANWHILE
Backstage was a flurry of activity as both performers and stage hands alike worked and prepared. Sets were hauled up into the air by burly workers as others moved around doing last minute repairs. The performers danced around them calling out for supplies or props that were needed. It was an intricate dance that one young man watched from his position by the entrance way. The young man was clad in simple threadbare green clothes with a beaked hood hiding his face. His head moved from side to side rapidly as he watched everyone moving.
“Oi you!”
He jumped when a large stage hand came up. He turned to move back to the entrance but before he could a large hand clamped down on his shoulders…..
……………………………………………………..
PRESENT
“Hey you!”
Alfonzo blinked startled out… whatever that was! He didn’t have time to contemplate his strange vision not when a large man in a long overcoat was stomping towards him.
“This is private property!” The man shouted in thick Italian “You go away now!”
“Shit” Alfonzo murmured looking around as he tried to find a path past the man. He spotted a broken door the left and dived through it ignoring the mans shout as he cinched the straps of his duffel bag tighter and hauled ass into the next room. Alfonzo knew he carried the advantage no one knew this place like him. For instance, he knew that in the next room was a fireplace that contained a secret….
He moved into what was essentially a sitting room just as the man moved into the room behind him. Alfonzo wasted no time ignoring the mold covered furniture and rotted wood as he reached the grand fireplace. He crouched and began to feel along the sides looking for the button as his eyes kept watch on the room he came from.
“Come on come on” He whispered feeling with his fingers just as the man crossed the threshold. The man moved slowly his hands curled into fist as he advanced on Alfonzo. He moved past a boarded-up window and Alfonzo got a brief look at his face. There was something so familiar about it….
The button depressed and with a click the fireplace began to rotate. With a snarl the man jumped forward moving with a speed and quickness Aflonzo would have thought impossible given his old age. He was to late reaching the entrance just as the rotation completed. There was a click as the mechanism reset in place sealing him from his would-be attacker for a precious few minutes.
Alfonzo turned fishing his smart phone out of his pocket and clicking on the flashlight attachment. The bright light illuminated the stone steps of the spiral staircase. Alfonzo began to make his way down his sneakers gripping the damn stone as he moved further and further. The catacombs were downstairs and with them brought unfamiliar territory. In his dreams he always woke up here even if he went to it right away. He always got the sense that the theater didn’t want him to go down that it was hiding some last secret from even him.
He kept going though following the staircase as it brought him into the depths of the city. After about five minutes a light appeared and with it the end of an 18 year old journey. He reached the last few steps and after taking a deep breath pushed himself forward and into the large brightly lit space….
…………………………………………………………….
147 YEARS AGO
“Got you!”
He felt the hand around his ankle and with a shout of protest was yanked back by the stagehand. The young man growled his hood falling off to reveal long black hair and a startling familiar face.
“What’s your name boy!” The man yelled hoisting him up and keeping a hand on his shoulder.
“Marcus” The young man shouted growling “And I’m 21! No mere boy!”
The stage hand looked him down before chuckling.
“Look like a boy to me whelp!” He said letting go of him “You sneaking backstage in hopes of fleecing our customers?”
“Nothing of the sort” Marcus replied running a hand through his black hair as those familiar emerald eyes swept across the stage “I’ve come to audition!”
The stagehand blinked and starred at him before letting out a loud laugh.
“You audition?” He said shaking his head “The Madame has no need for a BOY”
“No I don’t imagine you do” He said fishing some Euro’s out of the pocket of his jeans. He handed the crumpled bills to the man murmuring for him to keep the change as he reached for his brown duffel bag. The cabbie watched as the American pushed the door open bringing in an early morning chill that caused him to shiver. The cabbie’s eyes flickered to the left and right looking at the drab dilapidated buildings on either side of him. Was that movement to his left? The hairs on the back of his neck sure seemed to think so!
No sooner was he out of the cab then it was tearing down the narrow street. Alfonzo turned his eyes sparking with curiosity as he watched the cab disappear around the corner.
“Must have had another fare” Alfonzo murmured shrugging his narrow shoulders “Oh well”
He turned back to the building that had haunted his dreams for so long. The entrance which was once grand with its gilded gold figurines and plush red carpet now looked more akin to the gates of hell. The gold was long gone having been stolen and leaving the statues looking sad and forlone those that were still standing at least. The flush red carpet was faded and it looked like something had bit it in several spots. Faded posters offered the briefest glimpse of what the theater once had to offer. Most of them were nothing more than colorful pieces of papers but there were a few that features colorful acrobatic figures. He stepped forward his nimble fingers reaching out to touch one before stopping at the last minute in fear of it crumbling to dust.
“After all this time” He whispered climbing up the stone steps and moving to the gaping entrance of the theater “I’m here”
Since Alfonzo was a boy he dreamed of this place. Before even knowing what it was or its place in the world. In his dreams he would run through its halls back when it was pristine and the beautiful, the palace of fine arts he knew it was meant to be. Under some ones watchful eye he would explore and even perform imaginary plays on the grand wooden stage. He never knew who was watching him but always assumed it was the building itself.
When he was old enough he began his search for the building. With nothing more than the knowledge of what the building looked like inside and various clues it took him ten years to figure out the name of the building. One day he finally did in high school history class of all places!
It was called la rosa dorata e la mezzaluna
After he got the name he searched the history of the theater. Once a hundred and forty-seven years ago it was one of the greatest places of opera in all of Roma. Its opera was known for a unique and original blend of acrobatics and singing. People would come from all over the country to watch its acts. Strangely enough the person who ran the theater was known only by her stage name. How the place opened wasn’t in any records Alfonzo could find. How it ended however…. THAT was well documented
A fire started on the night of what the madame promised to be the performance of the century. Reports about the fire ranged from a simple stage accident to something far more sinister. He found rumors stating the Madame had a secret admirer one whose jealousy knew no bounds. Some said HE was the one who burned the place down.
Even after finding out what happened to his beloved theater he still dreamed of it. The dreams never changed always showcasing the natural splendor of the theater back in its prime. He began to sing in it practicing what was starting to become a passion of his.
And still he was watched.
He graduated and came to face to face with that startling question teenagers turning into your adults were presented with. What did he want to do? What were his passions? He still remembered his parents surprise when he told them….
“I want to sing at the la rosa dorata e la mezzaluna” He said proudly and without any hesitation. His parents on the opposite side of the glass coffee table simply starred in shock back at him. For the two executive accountants there son might as well have said he wanted to fly to the moon!
Eventually they began to pressure him to do something more but his mind was made up. Ever scrap of money he was given over the years was tucked away in preparation for a trip he felt pre-ordained to take. He was eighteen now and he took advantage of it buying himself a ticket and getting himself a passport. He left in the middle of the night writing them and his younger sister a good bye note before going to the airport.
And now he was here! Standing at the entrance to the theater of his dreams. Even though its grandeur was gone he still starred at with open adoration and love. He moved to enter his hands tightening on his duffel bag as he stepped through the entrance and into the grand foyer.
The inside wasn’t in any better shape. The fire was scorched into the stone steps and the paneled wood that lay on the floor. Where once a massive chandelier sat was now a rusted hunk of metal and glass. The golden railing that ringed the staircase was faded and dull. His sad eyes took it all in his chin trembling slightly as he ran a hand through his long hair.
“What happened to you” He whispered his mind raced as he imagined its glory days back when it was the magical palace he grew up in…………………..
...............................................
147 YEARS AGO
The twisting streets were packed filled to the brim with horse drawn carriages and people walking. The crowd of people stretched through the city as both the rich and the poor struggled to get to the la rosa dorata e la mezzaluna. Lights pierced the evening sky mingling with the sunset as they guided people to the magnificent theater set in one of the cities many twisting streets. Two valets worked the door taking tickets and directing people in side in a slow orderly procession. Inside they were greeted by men in mask passing out free refreshments and bowing to everyone who entered.
A man watched it all from the second floor landing his fingers curled over the golden rail. He was an older man with short gray and black hair. His skin was tan and wrinkled but he was still a handsome if not stern looking figure. The clothing he wore was non-descript a simple black suit with a blood red cape on his shoulders. A top hat rimmed with red rested upon his head and on his finger one single ring with a cross stamped in the center of a bright ruby.
He watched the procession for a few more minutes before he turned back to a group of men. They spoke for a few seconds and then he clapped their back before moving to take his seat. He had one of the boxes and sat down alone and in the shadows of the box. A attendant came up to offer him a drink and he waived the offer away with a short chop of his hand.
MEANWHILE
Backstage was a flurry of activity as both performers and stage hands alike worked and prepared. Sets were hauled up into the air by burly workers as others moved around doing last minute repairs. The performers danced around them calling out for supplies or props that were needed. It was an intricate dance that one young man watched from his position by the entrance way. The young man was clad in simple threadbare green clothes with a beaked hood hiding his face. His head moved from side to side rapidly as he watched everyone moving.
“Oi you!”
He jumped when a large stage hand came up. He turned to move back to the entrance but before he could a large hand clamped down on his shoulders…..
……………………………………………………..
PRESENT
“Hey you!”
Alfonzo blinked startled out… whatever that was! He didn’t have time to contemplate his strange vision not when a large man in a long overcoat was stomping towards him.
“This is private property!” The man shouted in thick Italian “You go away now!”
“Shit” Alfonzo murmured looking around as he tried to find a path past the man. He spotted a broken door the left and dived through it ignoring the mans shout as he cinched the straps of his duffel bag tighter and hauled ass into the next room. Alfonzo knew he carried the advantage no one knew this place like him. For instance, he knew that in the next room was a fireplace that contained a secret….
He moved into what was essentially a sitting room just as the man moved into the room behind him. Alfonzo wasted no time ignoring the mold covered furniture and rotted wood as he reached the grand fireplace. He crouched and began to feel along the sides looking for the button as his eyes kept watch on the room he came from.
“Come on come on” He whispered feeling with his fingers just as the man crossed the threshold. The man moved slowly his hands curled into fist as he advanced on Alfonzo. He moved past a boarded-up window and Alfonzo got a brief look at his face. There was something so familiar about it….
The button depressed and with a click the fireplace began to rotate. With a snarl the man jumped forward moving with a speed and quickness Aflonzo would have thought impossible given his old age. He was to late reaching the entrance just as the rotation completed. There was a click as the mechanism reset in place sealing him from his would-be attacker for a precious few minutes.
Alfonzo turned fishing his smart phone out of his pocket and clicking on the flashlight attachment. The bright light illuminated the stone steps of the spiral staircase. Alfonzo began to make his way down his sneakers gripping the damn stone as he moved further and further. The catacombs were downstairs and with them brought unfamiliar territory. In his dreams he always woke up here even if he went to it right away. He always got the sense that the theater didn’t want him to go down that it was hiding some last secret from even him.
He kept going though following the staircase as it brought him into the depths of the city. After about five minutes a light appeared and with it the end of an 18 year old journey. He reached the last few steps and after taking a deep breath pushed himself forward and into the large brightly lit space….
…………………………………………………………….
147 YEARS AGO
“Got you!”
He felt the hand around his ankle and with a shout of protest was yanked back by the stagehand. The young man growled his hood falling off to reveal long black hair and a startling familiar face.
“What’s your name boy!” The man yelled hoisting him up and keeping a hand on his shoulder.
“Marcus” The young man shouted growling “And I’m 21! No mere boy!”
The stage hand looked him down before chuckling.
“Look like a boy to me whelp!” He said letting go of him “You sneaking backstage in hopes of fleecing our customers?”
“Nothing of the sort” Marcus replied running a hand through his black hair as those familiar emerald eyes swept across the stage “I’ve come to audition!”
The stagehand blinked and starred at him before letting out a loud laugh.
“You audition?” He said shaking his head “The Madame has no need for a BOY”
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