A Thousand Years (Tempus Opera House Plot)

[Tom]

Description/writing, Speaking , Thinking , Hears

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

Riordan Einfallen had been apart of Tempus for such a long time. He had been there since Navy and Theo were there, since it was ran by Merc and many other members who are either dead or living off somewhere else. Rio had faced hard loses through out the whole time he worked at Tempus, Navy and Theo died, the members left, and then the drugs. Rio had faced depression and his illness through out the aftermath of Navy and Theo. Tempus was what he did best. Acting and singing was where he excelled in. Tempus was his home, one of the only places that held a piece of his heart.

Rio had been preparing Tempus all week for the new kids and staff that would be running it. Riordan was just glad that he wouldn't be as lonely as he had been for a long while. He would have new friends and family to call his own. Unlike the last one, who left him stranded and heartbroken in the building. He had made a mess of the building after everyone left, tearing and braking things. Then Rio had to fix the entire building to peak performance. It took forever but Rio did it.

Navy's wing ring, as Rio called it, was jumbling in his pocket as he looked over his final cast list even though it was kind of small, but he was determined to make it bigger. Rio needed a big cast for all of his projects and plays that he is working on setting up. Tempus needed money and all of the rich elders loved going to this sort of thing. Rio liked being in them. Singing, dancing and acting was his thing. Rio had been through almost every play and opera he could think of. He had read almost a hundred Operas.

It was about time Rio made an appearance at the front of the building to congratulate his new cast and staff. Rio slowly got up as he looked around his changing room, well bedroom now. Rio grabbed the only thing that he had gotten from Theo, besides the torch, the velvet cloth from the curtains, which Rio had left cut out. The cloth feelings smooth against his hands. The cloth had been there when Theo died, it probably still had his blood on it, but Rio didn't care either way. It was one of the only things left he had of his old friend. Rio felt tears come to his eyes. HE had to be strong. He had to move on for Theo and Navy. He just can't live in sorrow and his depression forever. Theo and Navy were both gone.

Riordan remembers the smell of the mint tea Theo used to make that made Rio's days brighten. The times that Navy would twirl around in her dresses and outfits. The acting with her. He remembered the days it was quiet and sad, but everyone was happy. The days that he was happy, now Rio was a sad boy that hasn't moved on. Rio had to move on. He was all alone. He left his family. He had been alone. He meet many good people and bad people. The drugs that made the depression worse. The prostitution of his body that made him feel unloved. The feeling of guilt of knowing everyone moved on.

The stage was always the place he felt normal. The only place he felt safe and secure on. Rio's eyes scan the seats that would be where the audience would go. His eyes landed on the seat that had the most memories of the cast. Seat number 23. The seat now was wrapped in white fabric with roses drawn on the fabric. The small roses had a few names, Codrus, Gwynn, Hestia, Keagan, Mercury, and his very own, Riordan. Then in the middle were two bigger roses with the names Theseus Rhodium and Naveen Casovnik. Naveen and Theseus' roses had the words of a song on it, the song was one Rio had heard a long time ago, that he never remembered it until Navy died. Rio felt the tears springing from his eyes. He slowly rubbed them away. The seat had velvet ropes around it and flowers were placed all over it without blocking the roses covering the fabric. Rio had placed two letters that he had written to both Navy and Theo, after they died, onto the seat. Rio hasn't touched the seat since he placed the letters. It was now a dedication to the original actors and actresses.

Riordan wiped the tears from his eyes. He had to be tough now for the opening of Tempus. He had to be strong for the actors and actresses and staff. Rio stood quietly on the stage. The boy made his way out to the front of Tempus. He stared at the crowd of old people in the back and some of the chosen few that Rio will be letting be apart of Tempus. Rio stood in front of everyone that was there. Rio's voice rang out loudly. "Hello ladies and gentlemen! I am Riordan Einfallen, the big boss of this establishment now. Welcome to Tempus. Before we head inside for a special treat from me, I would like to congratulate the new staff of this fine establishment. When I call your name, please come forward and take a bow for this lovely audience, it will be the first of many. Meriweather Wynns. Romero Alexander. Jequirity Eckhart. Ashes Davis. And Bull. Thank you for having interest in this establishment or having me somehow get you here. One. Two. Three. Bow. Now if the staff and the audience would follow me inside for a special surprise from myself."

The people follow behind Rio into the building. Rio directs people to seats as quick as possible and letting people know that no one can touch Seat 23 or sit in it. Once everyone was seated Riordan smiled at the full house of people. The idea he had in his head from a long time ago was still fresh and ripe. He knew it was time to prove that Riordan Einfallen has been helpful to Tempus ever since it was there. Tempus was his home, his sanctuary. It was his memories and his life. He wasn't going to lose it. He was going to make sure that his love for Tempus is and will forever be known by the people of District 6.

Riordan climbed up onto the stage in front of all the eyes that were staring at him. Riordan was comfortable on the stage like he always was and will be. His eyes gaze to Seat 23 the flowers giving him the sense of Naveen and Theseus watching him from above, in the sky and a better place. Riordan closed his eyes and opened them. He spoke loudly to the audience. "This is a very personal song to me. It describes my feelings towards Tempus and the people who have died and the friends and family who have left. This song is dedicated to Naveen Casovnik and Theseus Rhodium and for anyone else who we all have lost. Please keep the applause until the end."

Riordan pulled the curtain away to reveal the shiny black piano sitting in the middle of the stage. Riordan sat down on the bench in front of the piano. Stretching his fingers out, he began to play notes to a song softly. His fingers knowing the pattern well. The only instrument Rio had learned to play as a boy when he was locked up. This was going to be Rio's first performance using his singing voice. Rio sang out with passion in his voice, the song was personal and important to him. "Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer.

Rio felt the stage vibrating around him as he continued to sing the song that he remembers that Theo had hidden somewhere. The song described his feelings toward his friends and the Opera house. He loved them all so much. He will always love them and try to be apart of the house. Rio continued to the chorus of the song. "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything take away. What's standing in front of me. Every breath, Every hour has come to this. One step closer."

Rio looked out to the audience and continued playing the piano and feeling the adrenaline and passion of the song flowing through his body. The song that he loved so much already. His voice ringing as he holds a few notes here and there. Rio continues singing. "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. And all along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. One step closer. One step closer."

Rio remembers the crushes and stories that were passed around Tempus. The memories that live on this stage that is now Riordan's stage. The Seat that they all loved and became their favorite seat. The smell of Mint tea. The long nights of preparing for a show or learning lines and parts. The feeling of friendship and love. Rio missed it all. Rio missed everything about Tempus and now Rio was rebuilding it, bringing back that joy that he had missed so much. Riordan finished the song strong holding the last note out. "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. And all along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more."

Riordan listens as the audience roars in applause and clapping and whistling is sounding. Riordan feels tears slowly appearing in his eyes, but he wipes them away and stands up and bows to the crowd of people in front of him. Riordan was bringing back a joy that had been at Tempus in a long time. That joy would be something that keeps the building running. His love for Tempus and the people he has lost is extremely high. Riordan Einfallen remembers. He remembers Tempus. He remembers his friends and family. One day, he will do something great. Something that will bring this joy to everyone. Joy was the gift to the world. This was only just the start of something new and the end of something old.

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

(Ok, Tempus members and well other people who want to do this may post their reactions to this thread. I hope you enjoyed it. I had a lot of muse. Tempus is officially open!)

[arx!!]

\\ Jequirity Orellia Eckhart //

District 6 - Eighteen - Tempus Opera House

" Tell my love to wreck it all ... "

I'd heard a lot about this place since tryouts. This place used to be inhabited by a different group of people - a different family - and this little induction ceremony was not so much for we, the new family members, but they, the young actors and actresses that made their home here not so long ago. I only ever knew of two of them. And even that relationship was no more than seeing their faces flashing on every television screen in Panem. Maybe there was a point in time where we were aggregates or perhaps I stood just a few rows away from them during the Reapings, but I only knew them because the Capitol wanted us to know them. They wanted us to feel something when they died. And it certainly isn't like me to watch the games recaps, but this time I made sure to pay attention. Theseus Rhodium and Naveen Casovnik were my predecessors. Our predecessors. These people next to me were now my family. We are the new face of the Tempus Opera House.

I twist my head to look at the crowd that had gathered for the re-opening of this place. So much had happened in the past months. New Reapings, new sisters, and now I had a whole new set of kids to add to the family. They really are my family now. It was easy for me to call others family. It seemed that I got a new sister almost every month anymore. My moms were really determined to give everyone in the world a chance. Just look at me. They could've sent me to an orphanage when I showed up at their doorstep, but instead they took a chance with me. I was just a baby, it wasn't like they saw potential in me or anything like that. They just took me in out of the sheer goodness in their hearts.

And now, with all of my sisters and my parents watching, I was joining a new family too. It didn't matter that I never spoke (Don't speak, don't, can't, won't) or that I fear being too close to anyone. They still wanted me, wanted my skills, to make this place successful once again. And I am determined to make that happen, to prove my worth.

I depend so much on my family. They do so much for me. But right now, starting here at the opening ceremony of Tempus Opera House reborn, I have done something for myself. My memories weren't going to hold me back any longer. I refuse to be trapped by the scars that rope themselves around my body for eternity. They cannot tie me down. (She cannot tie me down.) Right now, as I hear my name ("Jequirity Eckhart.") read from the list of other inductees, I am starting as fresh as I can. I can't rewrite the history that has already been made, but I can write a whole new story to accompany it.

I smile into the crowd, my fears of words forgotten for the moment, as I take my first bow.

I follow Riordan inside, remembering the rumors I had heard about him. Drugs, sex, depression, more drugs - it seemed I was jumping right back into my past just being around him. But his words are calculated. He doesn't seem irrational or insane as I have heard from so many stories. He seems professional, yet emotionally attached. That was a hard combination to master, and I was already admiring him for that. Passion and irrationality are so close together, sometimes the line between them blurs. I know this. I have fallen into the clutches of that blurred line so often throughout my life and I still believe I have yet to fully master the art of walking a straight line. My feet still wobble and my knees grow weak at the memory of the knife cutting into me. But Riordan, despite all of the stories, seems to have turned his life around.

His song is beautiful. And I can tell from the look on his face and the passion in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes that he is writing a new story for himself too.

I smile and applaud along with the rest of the crowd.

This is a new beginning. Maybe only I can see it. Or maybe only those who in the front row can. Or perhaps I am just going insane once more and everyone can see it. But this is real. This is really happening. We were taking the pen in our hands and we were letting the ink flow onto the blank pages of a notebook to create a whole new story - a new life. And on a spur of the moment decision, I find myself jumping onto the stage, my heart is beating fast and I can tell that somewhere deep inside that a fear is heating up, threatening to boil over, but I ignore it as I race towards him until I crash into him. I hug him tightly, throwing my arms around his neck, not worrying about how unprofessional this is. I pull away, letting him see my smile before turning to wave everyone else to join us. This may be an end of something that was once great, but we were the beginning of something that could be greater.

I hold tightly to Rio's hand, embracing the new Tempus Opera House.

" Cut out all the ropes and let me fall ... "

[Sage]

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[bg=81B078] I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath scared to rock the boat and make a mess so I sat quietly agreed politely Today was the day, the day when Tempus was reopening. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting for my sister to finish in the washroom. Come on, I have to leave in an hour. I hear the water run and the toilet flush before she pads out of the bathroom with an amused grin on her face. "Took you long enough" I growl and she giggles. As much as I love my sister, she drives me mental sometimes. I step into the bathroom and pray to Ripred that there is still some hot water left. I turn on the tap and warm water greets my outstretched fingers. I run a quick shower before singing a little bit in the shower and getting out. I wrap the towel around myself before heading back into my room. The night before, I laid out a pretty purple sparkly dress and a pair of black tights to go underneath. It was supposed to be saved for Ratmas but whatever, this seemed like a perfect time to wear it as it was a very special occasion. I slide the fabric over my skin and revel in the way it hugs my curves so nicely. Since moving to my moms, I'd started to curve out and wasn't such a stick anymore. I look in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I look pretty. the thought brings me up short. I've never told myself I look pretty, I've always just seen myself as average looking, never really pretty. I've been trying to see myself as pretty because whenever I walk into a room, it seems like all eyes turn to me. I whistle a tune as I finish getting ready before heading out to the place where I am likely to be added to a new family. I'd only known two of the people that used to call this place home, I'd seen them on the screen of my tv at home. Both of them had died in the games. I wonder if Riordan was close with them. I'm assuming he was because I see the tear he wipes away before he greets us all at the front of the Opera house. It's a large building that inside has been redone, probably because it was falling into ruins before I came to it. Riordan, a young man who I can tell has been through a lot, begins to speak. "Hello ladies and gentlemen! I am Riordan Einfallen, the big boss of this establishment now. Welcome to Tempus. Before we head inside for a special treat from me, I would like to congratulate the new staff of this fine establishment. When I call your name, please come forward and take a bow for this lovely audience, it will be the first of many. Meriweather Wynns. Romero Alexander. Jequirity Eckhart. Ashes Davis. And Bull. Thank you for having interest in this establishment or having me somehow get you here. One. Two. Three. Bow. Now if the staff and the audience would follow me inside for a special surprise from myself." I follow the others up to the front and we all take a bow. I look around, trying to find familiar faces but I don't see any. We follow him into the theatre and are directed to sit in the seats quickly, leaving one seat, seat number 23, empty. I wonder why this seat is so special. I don't know why it is but I sense something around it, energy maybe, or a presense? I don't know but I've never been keen on the supernatural even though I can usually sense them. They just really aren't my thing. I take a seat and focus my attention on the front where Riordan is "This is a very personal song to me. It describes my feelings towards Tempus and the people who have died and the friends and family who have left. This song is dedicated to Naveen Casovnik and Theseus Rhodium and for anyone else who we all have lost. Please keep the applause until the end." He says. So those are the people he used to call family. I recognized the names as soon as he said them. They were the district 6 tributes in the 62nd games. I can't imagine how painful that must have been, to lose both of your friends in the same games. I watch as he pulls a rope, opening a curtain to reveal a shiny black grand piano. The instrument makes my eyes almost pop out of my head. It's beautiful, now, if only I could play piano. He sits at the piano and begins playing, the song sounds so beautiful before he begins to sing and I feel a chill go up my spine. His voice. "Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything take away. What's standing in front of me. Every breath, Every hour has come to this. One step closer." The passion in his voice astounds me and I watch him in awe as he continues to sing. His voice echoes around the theatre and the audience is silent, watching him. I feel a blush creep over my cheeks and try to hide it with my hands. The amount of emotion in this song makes me feel the loss he's felt right in my heart. How can one heart possibly hold so much hurt? When he finishes his song, I stay silent for a moment, listening to the last chord as it echoes around the room before erupting into applause. I know I've found my home, it is here, among the people who love to do the same things I do, in the place where I can be myself and express myself through the performing arts. I can see tears forming in his eyes but I watch him wipe them away. Finally I thought. I am home. You held me down but I got up get ready cuz I've had enough I see it all I see it now I've got the eye of the tiger the fighter dancing through the fire cuz I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar louder louder than a lion cuz I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar

[Raseri]

[bg=1A1C1C][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,width: 500px;] When I was a little kid, probably six years old, I used to always play with this little metal soldier--a three-inch man with auburn hair under his hat, wearing a rust-spotted navy uniform with a white sash. Henry, I'd called him. There was a key in the small of his back, and if you turned it as far as it would go, he would march stiffly across a flat surface, tin arms swinging purposefully back and forth to the quietly squeaking rhythm of his feet. Sometimes I'd grab one of mom's mixing bowls and two wooden spoons and tap out a cadence. If you crossed your eyes, it was easy to pretend there was more than just one. I was no ordinary boy--I was General Wynns, commander-in-chief of the tin army, and one day we were going to travel through all the other districts so that the whole world knew my name, and so everyone would tell their children and grandchildren stories about me. But one day, when I'd turned the key all the way, Henry decided not to march. He just stood there, left leg out tentatively as if he wanted to move but wasn't yet sure that it was a good idea. Naturally, I'd panicked. Nothing would get him to start again, not shaking or crying or wishing. My favorite toy never did work again; he's still laying there in the top drawer of my dresser, buried in his grave of clean underwear and socks, planning for that first step that he'll never get to take. Dad told me I had been the one to break Henry. When you play with a wind-up toy too much, apparently the winding mechanism can erode and stop working. Henry worked on a system of gears like clockwork, and if even one little bolt or gear wasn't in working order, the whole thing could stop moving altogether. A machine needs every single part to keep itself going--all those interlacing teeth and screws and buttons, all working together. People were like that too, he said. The world was just a big clock going around and around, and all the people on it had a purpose, some kind of wheel to turn. There were no unnecessary parts, no extraneous variables. I never believed him. My whole life, I've felt like an outlier, just that guy in the background that no one really needed to pay any attention. I was Mr. Speak-When-Spoken-To, sitting in the corner and minding my own business. Other people had their purposes, their gears to turn and buttons to push, and I just kept on writing and singing and playing music that no one was around to hear, because there was no way Dad could be right. In a world with millions of people, how could every single person have a reason to be there? Only in the opera house, as Rio sang, did I even begin to consider that maybe my father hadn't been so far off. Standing before me was this boy that had come off as such an ass at auditions singing his heart out in honor of two of his friends who'd passed away in the Games. Naveen and Theseus, who'd come before us. The opera house had died with them, but we were going to bring it back to life. We'd be the new parts to this broken machine. All of a sudden, I didn't feel so useless anymore. Tempus needed all of us to work again. Standing around me were all blank pages in the new chapter of our story waiting to be filled, shiny new axles and wheels waiting to be set into place. They were my family now, even though I didn't know their names yet. We'd sweep away the cobwebs and the sorrow and fill the stage with our new memories. I wanted it so bad that I ached. Swallowing hard, I forced back tears. I would not cry today; there would be no cry-baby Meri from now on. Now I was a Meri with a reason. When the one girl, Jequirity, motioned for the rest of us to join in, I didn’t hesitate. My feet pulled me towards her before I could think too much about it. I had been lost for a long time, but for once, I knew what I was supposed to do. The opera house was my place now, and my new family and I were going to rebuild it. Naveen and Theseus may have died, but Tempus would live again. thinking, doing, hearing, ”saying,” other {woot woot tempus yaaaay}

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