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Gone With The Wind: Passions Style
by Lar

 
     

Chapter Six

Three weeks passed, and the students began to get used to their roles. They only had a week and a half left before their performance, and each person was anxiously awaiting the moment the curtain opened.

Kay was firmly secure in her role as Scarlett. At first, she almost had a panic attack after realizing she had to memorize hundreds of lines, cues, and reactions. But after watching the movie, and practicing with other cast members, she found herself at easy with her character.

She also found herself around Reese more. She couldnít figure out why. It either had something to do with the fact that they shared a lot of scenes together, or that Miguel and Charity were even more wrapped up in their worlds now that they were Ashley and Melanie.

The students busied themselves around the stage, clearing the old set and preparing for the next, and last, scene of the day. It was a big one, one that had been practiced again and again, but tonight they were going to add the finale element.

"Alright everyone, letís get into character. Iíll give you all the mood. The scene is in Scarlettís parlor, after Frankís wake. Rhett will be waiting and Scarlett will enter from stage right." Mrs. Hablar said to the group. Students scurried of stage and to the side wings as Reese took his place.

"She says sheís cominí. I donít know why sheís a cominí, but sheís a cominí." Missy said, entering the stage.

"You donít like me Mammy." Reese stated.

"Humph." Missy said.

"Now donít you argue with me, you donít, you really donít." Reese commented with a chuckle. Missy concerted her face into a mixture of expressions, then left. Reese chuckled to himself. Kay entered stage and raised her hand to Reese. He kissed it as the blotted her face with a handkerchief.

"Itís no good Scarlett."

"What?"

"The cologne."

"Iím sure I donít know what you mean." Kay said, leading them towards center stage.

"I mean youíve been drinking. Brandy. Quite a lot." Reese commented as he followed her.

"So what if I have. Is that any of your affair?" Kay demanded, quickening her pace.

"Donít drink alone Scarlett. People always find out, and it ruins the reputation." Reese said. Kay sat down in a chair in the front of stage and she began to lightly cry.

"What is it? This is more than loosing old Frank."

"Oh Rhett. Iím so afraid." Kay sniveled.

"I donít believe it. Youíve never been afraid in your life." Reese scoffed.

"Iím afraid now. Iím afraid of dying and going to Hell." Kay sobbed.

"You look pretty healthy. And maybe there isnít any Hell." Reese said with a light laugh.

"Oh there is. I know there is. I was raised on it."

"Far bid for me to question the teachings of childhood." Taking a seat next to her, Reese asked, "Now tell me what it is youíve done that Hell yawns before you."

"I ought never to marry Frank to begin with. He was Suellenís beau and he loved her, not me. And I made him miserable. And I killed him. Yes I did, I killed him." Kay sobbed. "Oh, oh Rhett. For the first time Iím finding out what it is to be sorry for something Iíve done."

Reese pretended to grab a handkerchief and hand it to her. "Here. Dry your eyes. If you had it all to do over again, youíd do no differently. Youíre like the thief who isnít the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly sorry heís going to jail."

"Iím glad Motherís dead. Iím glad sheís dead so she canít see me. I always wanted to be like her. Calm, and kind, and suddenly Iíve turned out disappointing." Kay sobbed.

"You know Scarlett, I think youíre on the verge of a crying jay." Reese said, causing Kay to fly from her chair and walk over to stage left front.

"So Iíll change the subject and say what I came to say." Reese continued, following her and standing next to her.

"Say it then get out! What is it?"

"That I canít go on any longer without you." Reese smiled, thinking how true the words were.

"Oh, you really are the most ill-bred man to come here at a time like this-"

"Iíve made up my mind that you were the only woman for me Scarlett the first day I seen you at Twelve Oaks. Now that you have your lumber mill and Frankís money, you wonít come to me as you did at the jail. So I see I shall have to marry you."

"I never heard of such bad taste." Kay said, appalled.

"Would you be more convinced if I feel to my knee?" Reese said, getting down on his knee and holding her hands.

"Turn me loose you varmint and get out of here." Kay said, trying to jerk her hands away from his.

"Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments my dear Scarlett, I mean my dear Mrs. Kennedy. But it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship that I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling. A feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it? Can it be love?" Reese said, over exaggerating the words as Clark Gable did.

"Get up off your knees, I donít like your common jokes." Kay snapped, pulling him to his feet.

"This is an honorable proposal of marriage, made at what I consider a most opportune moment. I canít go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands." Reese said, lifting her chin so their eyes met.

"Youíre course, and youíre conceded." Kay said, jerking his hand away from her chin. She moved away from him and said, "And I think this conversation has gone far enough. Besides, I shall never marry again."

"Oh yes you will, and youíll marry me." Reese said, crossing stage to join her where she was.

"You? I donít love you. And, I donít like being married."

"Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?" Reese asked.

"Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men you mean." Reese laughed, and Kay said, "hush up, you want them to hear you out there?"

"Youíve been married to a boy and an old man, why not try a husband with the right age, with a way with women."

"Youíre a fool Rhett Butler. When you know I shall always love another man." Kay smugly stated, turning away from Reese. Reese face grew angry, and he pulled her back to him.

"Stop it. You hear me Scarlett? Stop it, no more of that talk." Reese said, pulling her in for a soul shattering kiss. It lingered longer than what he thought it would, and when he pulled back, he could see Kayís face in total disbelief. Recovering herself, she mumbled her next line, "Donít, or I shall faint."

"I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools youíve known have ever kissed you like this. Not your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley." Reese gruffly replied, pulling her in for another kiss. Slowly Kayís hands reached up around his neck.

"Say youíre going to marry me. Say yes. Say yes." Reese coerced.

"Yes." Kay said, weakly nodding her head. Reese dipped down to kiss her again, but pulled back. "You sure you meant it? You donít want to take it back?"

"No." Kay said, pushing her head up so he would kiss it.

"Look at me, and try to tell me the truth. Did you say yes because of my money?" Reese said, pushing her head down to look into her eyes.

"Well, yes, partly."

"Partly?" Reese questioned, walking a few steps away from her.

"Well, you know Rhett, money does help. And of course, I am fond of you."

"Fond of me?"

"Well, if I said I was madly in love with you youíd know I was lying. But youíve always said we have a lot in common." Scarlett stated.

"Yes youíre right my dear. Iím not in love with you any more than you are with me. Heaven help the man whoever really loves you. Well, what kind of ring would you like, my darling?"

"Oh, a diamond ring. And do buy a great big one Rhett!"

"You shall have the biggest and most vulgar ring in Atlanta. And Iíll take you to New Orleans for the most expensive honeymoon my own cotton gains can buy."

"Oh that would be just heavenly!" Kay exclaimed.

"And I think Iíll buy your trousseau for you too."

"Oh Rhett how wonderful. But you, you wonít tell anyone will you Rhett?" "Still a little hypocrite." Reese said, starting to walk towards stage right. "Arenít you going to kiss me good-bye?" Kay desperately asked as Reese neared the exit. She half-heartily hoped heíd say yes.

"Donít you think youíve had enough kissing for one afternoon?"

"Oh youíre impossible. You can go and I donít care if you never come back." Kay said, turning around and walking the opposite way.

"But I will come back." Reese said, exiting the stage.

"Great work everyone. Practice tomorrow. Get some rest." Mrs. Hablar said, allowing them to leave. Kay sighed aloud and walked across stage to where Simone was standing, holding both their bags and waiting to leave.

"Great job Kay."

"Thanks. You too."

"That kiss was kinda steamy."

"Tell me about it. I have never experienced anything like it. Reese can kiss." Kay admitted.

"Maybe you should actually give him a chance."

"Maybe. This play has changed him."

"No. Itís just changed your opinion of him." Simone corrected her as they walked out of the auditorium."

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