Passion Play

By Mary ILP

The day light dawned much as it always had.Red sunlight streaked through the window.Babycakes Elliott, rolled over balling herself around her body pillow.Nothing like daybreak to mess up a perfect dream she thought as she slowly stretched.Her body tingling as she came slowly to life,blood rushing through her body.She glanced at the clock sitting on the table.In a few hours she would be needed in the studio.Another marathon recording session to make her voice tired and her hands weak from hours of guitar playing.Blond hair was like a cage as she smoothed it back from her face.Music began softly playing in her mind as she reached down an took her silk bathrobe.She slipped it on her nude tone body.A nice bedroom,the painting of Madonna and child hung over her bed,reminding her, that she may be a big rock star,but she would always be a catholic girl whose given name was Mary Anne Smith.She sighed as she tied her robe,what a life she had made for herself,rock star,she had made it with work and talent,blood,sweat and many bitter sweet tears she had come through all of it to now be strong and beloved by millions of fans world wide.She glanced back at the bedroom,earth tones and rust colored comforter was thrown over her massive round bed.Nothing but the very best for her.A long way from the small modest home she had grown up in.She walked into the bathroom.Gold and silver water faucets,black tile on the floor.She filled the giant tub as she stripped off her robe,she poured the bath salts in the tub and sat down to watch the water fill the black tub.She hummed to herself the song she would be recording today,reciting the lyric in her head."Foolish lover.Foolish games,,my foolish heart is broken in two once more."they repeated over and over as the water lapped at the sides of tub.She shoved a stray strand of bleach blond hair behind her ear with a heavy sigh.She was one girl who had made it,she had it all,she was living the life of the rich and famous......what more could she want?She slipped into the tub letting water envelope her body.She washed just as a knock came to the door of her outer bedroom.Her maid was there,she heard the door open an the heavy tray being sat down.Her morning coffee had arrived,she had become rich so people could wait on her hand and foot.She laughed to herself as she dried her body and wraped the towel around herself.All so she would not have to do the little things,how odd it felt still, after thirteen years.She entered her empty bedroom,she stared at the silver tray for a moment,before pouring her coffee in a fine china cup.She sat down in a over stuffed chair.She smiled as she sipped her coffee,it was good not to have someone around,it let her rest her voice she thought.After all her voice was what had made her rich,made her famous,made millions love her.......made millions love her but no one really knew her,no one really talked to her.Who was real in this world she had made for herself?She reflected on her life as she sipped her coffee,she was thirty seven,married briefly once a life time ago,no children,hell she dident even have a pet,she traveled to much......she had money she never had time to spend.Maybe this should be the last album for awhile..........Another knock snapped her from her thoughts."Ms.Elliott....your car is here."her maid called through the closed door."Thanks....I'll be down in a half hour."she called.They would wait....she was a star,a diva, they would all wait......