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musicals256-blog · 6 years

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Musicals

Message me if you’d like any or have any of my wants. If you need, I can also help you find stuff, even if I don’t already have it. :)

VIDEO Aladddin- BWAY (BCEFA speech from AJ at end) Adam Jacobs, Courtney Reed, James Monroe Iglehart, Jonathan Freeman Amelie- 2017 OBC A Very Potter Musical A Very Potter Sequel A Very Potter Senior Year Bandstand- OC Be More Chill- Off-BWAY (2018) Roughly 1st 20 mins Will Roland, George Salazar, Gerard Canonico, Stephanie Hsu, Lauren Marcus, Katlyn Carlson, Jason Tam, Jason SweetTooth Williams, Tiffany Mann Bonnie and Clyde- BWAY Jeremy Jordan, Laura Osnes The Book of Mormon- Workshop (Sept 1, 2010) The Book of Mormon- OBC (March, 2011) The Book of Mormon- BWAY (2012/13) KJ Hippensteel, Jon Bass, Nikki M James, Rory O’Malley, Justin Bohon The Book of Mormon- Chicago (Dec 23, 2012) Nic Rouleau, Ben Platt, Syesha Mercado, Pierce Cassedy, James Vincent Meredith, Christopher Shyer, David Aron Damane The Book of Mormon- West End (May 29, 2013) Gavin Creel, Daniel Buckley, Alexia Khadime, Stephen Ashfield, Giles Terera, Tosh Wangho-Maud, Haydn Oakley, Tyrone Huntley, Ashley Day The Book of Mormon- Costa Mesa (Evening, May 17, 2014) David Larsen, Cody Jamison Strand, Tallia Brinson, Pierce Cassedy, Jeff Heimbrock, James Vincent Meredith, David Aron Damane, Christoper Shyer The Book of Mormon- Brazil (2015) The Book of Mormon- Cincinnati (Matinee, Sat April 2, 2016) ‘Orlando’ backdrop needed resetting. Ryan Bondy, Cody Jamisson Strand, Candace Quarrels, Daxton Bloomquist, Sterling Jarvis, David Aron Damane, Edward Watts, CJ Pawlikowski, Jacob Haren The Book of Mormon- West End (Matinee July 20, 2016) KJ Hippensteel, Brian Sears, Alexandra Ncube, Stephen Ashfield, Richard Lloyd King, Dean Maynard, Delroy Atkinson, Kelly Agbowu, Philip Catchpole, Christopher Copeland, Brendan Cull, Joseph Davenport, Jonathan Dudley, Harry Francis, LLydia Fraser, Tyrone Huntley, Reece Kerridge, Alex Lodge, Joshua Lovell, Nicholas Mclean, David McMullan, Tania Mathurin, Briana Ogunbawo, David O’Reilly, Oliver Ormson, Sean Parkins, Stephen Rolley, Jacade Simpson, Rhys Taylor, Kayi Ushe, Ellena Vincent, Rodney Vubya, T’Shan Williams The Book of Mormon- Orlando (Dec, 2017) ‘You and Me- But Mostly Me’, ‘Sal Tlay Ka Siti’, ‘I Believe’ Kevin Clay, Connor Pierson, Kayla Pecchioni, PJ Adzima The Book of Mormon- Melbourne (Dec, 2017) Ryan Bondy, Nyk Bielak, Zahra Newman, Bert La Bonte, Rowan Witt, Josh Mulheran, Daniel Assetta, Todd Jacobsson, Eddie Grey, Matt Holly, Mitchell Mahony, Morgan Palmer, Josh Russell, Andrew Broadbent, Augustin Aziz Tchantcho, Jayme-Lee Hanekom The Book of Mormon- West End (Jan, 2018) ‘I Believe’ lyrics change “FORMER president of the church” KJ Hippensteel, Cody Jamison Strand Charlie and the Chocolate Factory- BWAY (2017/18) Christian Borle, Kathy Fitzgerald, F. Michael Haynie, Ben Crawfordm, Emma Pfaeffle, Alan H. Green, Trista Dollison, Jackie Hoffman, Michael Wartella Dear Evan Hansen- OBC (2016) Falsettos- Revival OC (2016) Falsettos- Revival OC (2017) Proshot Frozen- Denver OC Hairspray Andrew Rannells Hamilton- OBC (Act 1) Hamilton- OBC In the Heights- OBC Mean Girls- OBC Newsies- Proshot (2017) Newsies- OBC Newsies- BWAY Corey Cott Spring Awakening- OBC Spring Awakening (Deaf West)- OBC Tuck Everlasting- OBC

AUDIO Be More Chill- Off-Broadway Revival (2018) The Book of Mormon- Chicago (July 19, 2013) Nic Rouleau, AJ Holmes, Syesha Mercado, Pierce Cassedy The Book of Mormon- West End (Matinee, Sat Jan 17, 2015) AD 2nd last show Ashley Day (u/s), David O’Reilly (s/b), Alexia Khadime, Mark Anderson (u/s) The Book of Mormon- West End (May 26, 2015) Ross Hunter, Brian Sears, Alexia Khadime, Stephen Ashfield, Richard Lloyd King, Chris Jarman, Hugo Harold-Harrison The Book of Mormon- West End (July 14, 2015) Nic Rouleau, Brian Sears, Dentee Benton, Stephen Ashfield, Richard Lloyd King, Chris Jarman, Hugo Harold-Harrison, Ross Hunter The Book of Mormon- (2013/14) Nic Rouleau, Cody Jamison Strand, Brian Sears The Book of Mormon- West End (July 19, 2016) KJ Hippensteel, Brian Sears, Alexandra Ncube, Stephen Ashfield, Richard Lloyd King, Delroy Atkinson, Dean Maynard, Brendan Cull, Joseph Davenport, Jonathan Dudley, Harry Francis, Joshua Lovell, Nicholas Mclean, Jacade Simpson The Book of Mormon- BWAY Nic Rouleau, Brian Sears, Nikki Renee Daniels, Stephen Ashfield The Book of Mormon- BWAY (Evening, June 24, 2017) Nic Rouleau, Brian Sears, Kim Exum, Stephen Ashfield, Billy Eugene Jones, Stephen Christopher Anthony, Lewis Cleale, Bud Weber, Marja Harmon, Delius Doherty, John Eric Parker, Derrick Williams, Tommar Wilson, J. Casey Barrett, Tallia Brinson, Christian Delcroix, Ben Estus, Oyoyo Joi, Carole Denise Jones, Ben Laxton, Darius Nichols, Hardy Weaver, Maia Nkenge Wilson Dear Evan Hansen- BWAY (2017) Colton Ryan, Olivia Puckett, Kristolyn Lloyd, Garrett Long, Mike Faist, Will Roland, Michael Park, Jennifer Laura Thompson Dear Evan Hansen- OBC (Evening, Nov 19, 2017) Ben Platt’s final show Dear Evan Hansen- BWAY (March 15, 2018) Alex Boniello’s first show as CM Alex Boniello, Rachel Bay Jones, Michael Park Newsies- OBC Mike Faist as Jack Kelly Mike Faist SCORE BOOKS PIANO VOCAL 13 A Very Potter Musical Be More Chill Dear Evan Hansen Found/Tonight Mamma Mia Mary Poppins Rocky Horror The Wizard of Oz West Side Story Wicked Xanadu Young Frankenstein

CONDUCTOR SCORE 42nd Street A Chorus Line American Idiot Annie Annie Get Your Gun Anything Goes Avenue Q Barnum Beautiful: The Carole King Musical Blood Brothers Bonnie and Clyde The Book of Mormon The Boy From Oz Bring it On Cabaret Carousel Carrie Cats Chess Chicago Dreamgirls Evita Hair Hairspray Hedwig Jersey Boys Jesus Christ Superstar The Last Five Years Les Mis Little Shop of Horrors Next to Normal Oliver Once on this Island Pippin Ragtime Rent The Secret Garden The Sound of Music Tarzan Titanic Wicked Wicked (2nd version) Willy Wonka

WANTS Aladdin- Any cast from Australia (V/A) Be More Chill- full 2018 revival cast (V) The Book of Mormon- any I don’t already have (V/A) Nic Rouleau/Stephen Ashfield (V) Melbourne/Sydney cast (V/A) Dear Evan Hansen- Any understudies, Noah Galvin (V/A) Mean Girls- P/V or conductor score Honestly, anything else you have, I’ll probably be cool with.

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444names · 2 years

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the entire list of celtic deities from wikipedia

Abele Abius Ackers Actelied Adancelly Adene Aedamas Aerstes Afand Agressed Aiand Aidigia Aidiver Aings Airsi Aloginus Amainaing Amerachass Angela Anistrud Anson Aponos Apors Appeo Araid Arann Arevatralm Arianol Arlachars Arthwydd Artridd Artuted Arudea Arunn's Asgeid Asters Atedancus Ationdes Aviter Awalec Awyddnos Aífer Aínear Balan Balig Baluxona Banda Bansonus Bearaft Beatols Becno Bedaness Beiders Beiri Beliss Beliver Beluns Bergy Beted Biroyen Bitorld Bitortecon Boaduibal Boanan Boartio Bodhosunn Borkey Borly Boversever Braund Briaeongus Briang Brieniu Bripped Brisand Brius Brivost Bropheme Brógan Béfiorcete Béfirs Cagius Calugus Camhaban Carat Carch Cares Catiffigar Cautermor Cavire Cemon Cermageius Cesonna Chole Ciesso Citorthom Clits Cneliven Cohuidia Conabcán Consorebon Corketiae Cormale Corrinus Cothey Cottel Couolg Covas Craft Creigal Crens Crentel Cronainos Cropatuter Cyclíder Cymrusever Damelluch Datrius Deans Deatouguae Deian Deidfranwn Denus Dessisteda Dinach Diourk Disky Distes Dobritea Doeta Donus Dooddeixus Dormae Dorturban Drulatis Duild Dylancus Eaereba Ectermand Eidgeiana Ellen Eltaher Ensicar Eopleant Epand Epanne Ernos Erous Ethenn Eucatio Euhecus Euhen Extatius Eógamhnes Femedb Fering Fernmae Festers Ficamay Ficus Finna Fiosprona Fliverban Floquadb Fluchere Fomon Forbers Forian Forketius Formum Forria Forrudea Forthem Franna Fualtia Fuligh Furbed Furom Gainnundic Galis Galklovin Gallill Galts Galue Gamermaris Gamona Gaundag Gcary Glannus Glatic Gobal Gobit Godergura Goinvs Goven Graculte Grean Gráir Gwydadhbh Habann Hamana Haren Heand Hemes Heming Herst Herwo Hethers Hiands Hicast Hicuiles Hodde Honla Huelatus Huill Iacheallae Ianceda Icarudig Idicusen Ilabire Imuits Ingfativa Ingus Itaeromand Itisia Itorevenn Iunus Jupigeo Kinflown Knomana Langus Lannán Larpedians Latiag Launid's Leardes Learrígal Leguach Lertall Lested Leuch Leurobal Lisambild Litedine Lived Llints Lluge Loris Lossitch Lotes Luello Lugaboth Luganan Lunius Macienzy Macos Maerignalm Magand Magico Magrarally Maince Maind Maing Mairnona Mallŷr Malus Marared Marna Marnu Marthergra Mathus Maugaes Mawyda Mbriverit Medialuent Merana Midianat Minge Mionna Miter Mocio Mosterach Mosterian Mosunus Mosus Mothe Mothenzy Mothreae Moughtaí Muirtric Munused Mythag Mythos Mórry Nalthres Niaen Nicobal Nicon Nidiand Nikinn Ninus Niuna Nobrea Nymrumvia Nîmenus Nógan Ofatic Offires Oldlaech Onnly Onude Orcelgiae Orvoreit Otallitse Parta Pativelg Peess Permastess Plech Pomaina Posat Pricto Probiterm Proth Pwydia Pyria Pyrid Quathread Reessing Ricall Ricul Rivius Rogels Rololisín Ropall Rosuca Rower Ruidia Sabrius Saintaran Sanicitzed Sanon Saunus Savads Savate Saximiange Saxonint Scelvelt Sechtavis Seiacháed Sennia Seque Sequenos Sianos Sinon Slawyder Smels Smermance Smilts Soman Somant Somapus Sonnomona Sorry Soted Soverall Spates Spene Sperwylli Spona Sqnnonanwn Stolwcharn Sucummond Suenters Sules Swized Swydeessic Takey Tantis Tavingla Tedechries Telve Tepalla Terian Tericted Terthalest Thdearming Theatived Thnagdaina Thunts Tonuacus Torigic Traletele Tranamor Trawen Trist Trits Trius Trobant Trona Trotivis Tugalle Tures Tutiant Ullath Undmor Undobra Velach Veltiona Veniumand Vensuch Verackes Vernelus Viapagrana Visneaus Vonorius Vospen Walts Waratehe Wargy Wather Wendayr Wenudiaen Werriu Werwo Whafanius Whiskuae Whomange Whosgus Willer Winharpus Witepos Wizaricle Womae Wormain Yound Zeurbre Áetii Éitain Éreir Ériaetain Éridd Étale Étaver

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starlightafterastorm · 7 years

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My Lonely World Over Here

“Spring will be a little late this year A little late arriving, in my lonely world over here For you have left me and where is our April love old Yes you have left me and winter continues cold”

- sung by Deanna Durbin, written by Frank Loesser

Jughead leans his whole weight against the elevator wall and sighs deeply. A small crisis with the pets had turned into a rushed morning had turned into being late to meet his publisher had turned into a meeting that lasted hours longer than necessary. Jughead closes his eyes and presses his forehead into the cool metal of the elevator. At the very least, the day was almost over. Two more floors and down a hallway and he could relax in the comfort of his own home with his dumb dog and his dumb cat and… no Betty.

Jughead groans and thumps his head once at the reminder that Betty’s job had taken her away for over a week now. The ache of missing her is compounded by all of the festive holiday cheer being forced down his throat at every angle. Twinkling lights everywhere, gently falling snow, cheery music being played from every speaker. Everything Betty loves best about the holiday. She was expected back long before Christmas Eve but this week away from her had been particularly painful.

Because of her job, Betty had had to leave as soon as Thanksgiving had finished. Years spent loving Betty meant that Jughead had gotten used to the domestic trappings of Christmas starting as soon as that last Thanksgiving leftover was wrapped. Betty’s absence brings back stark memories of when he thought a future with her was an unattainable dream. Sometimes, on days like this, he’s not sure that he’s not still dreaming.

The memory of curling up with Betty, Caramel, and Porkchop with mugs of hot cocoa, watching cheesy Christmas movies in the glow of their fully decorated tree causes Jughead to clench his jaw in longing. He has almost enough to relive that memory. Tonight, he has the dog, the cat, a movie, some take out menus and, maybe if he’s lucky, a Facetime call with his wife later on that night.

It’ll have to do for now.

The elevator doors open to his floor and Jughead lets out another deep sigh before trudging down the hallway. He allows himself to brood as he makes his way to his own door. Every door is strung up with tinsel and garlands and the smell of something amazing wafts through the hallway. Something cheesy and garlicky and it makes his mouth water. His neighbors must be getting ready for dinner. Jughead’s stomach grumbles and as he reaches his door he wearily searches through his bag for his keys while lamenting his own dinner choices and trying to decide what movie to watch. Something cynical and dark to match his mood. A noir film with an unhappy ending.

Jughead is fully aware he’s being a bit of a grinch, but he feels he’s entitled to it. He’s saving all his positivity for when (if) he gets to talk to Betty later.

Swinging the door open, Jughead’s senses are bombarded with different stimuli. The wonderful cheesy, garlicky, smell is coming from his kitchen. There are boxes of decorations open and strewn about the couch. Betty is sitting with Porkchop on her lap and teasing Caramel with a ribbon. She’s wearing a red flannel she steals more often than he wears over a pair of leggings decorated with reindeer and Christmas cookies. Small little yips and mews mix with the lilting laughter of the woman he loves.

“Juggie! You’re finally home!”

Betty springs up from her place on the floor and all but leaps into his arms. Jughead has just enough presence of mind to close the door behind him and holds his arms open so that he’s ready to catch her. Jughead is effectively pinned to the door with by Betty’s warm weight and all of his grouchiness fades away. He squeezes her tighter against him and leans down just at the moment she tilts her head up for a kiss.

The heat of her mouth chases away the last of his chill and her hands send little shivers down his spine when she runs them through his hair. Betty deepens the kiss, pressing herself ever closer and Jughead is comforted by the fact she missed him just as much as he missed her. Jughead slides his hands underneath the worn flannel she’s wearing, gliding it over her head completely without undoing any buttons. Jughead takes a moment to admire her warm skin and her soft eyes glowing up at him before she reaches up to kiss him again. He turns them so that Betty’s back is to the door and picks her up by the tuck of her waist. Well familiar with this by now, Betty wraps her legs around him and they spend a ridiculous amount of time making out against the door before Betty pushes him back to the only space free on the couch and straddles him.

Later, Jughead pulls a nearby blanket around them as they watch Porkchop and Caramel drowsily paw at various ribbons and little Santa hats. He’s mildly surprised they only knocked over one box in their reunion and thankfully it’s only more garlands and tinsel rather than the glass ornaments. Betty giggles into his chest and presses one last, lingering kiss to the edge of his jaw.

“Welcome home, Juggie.”

Jughead raises an eyebrow at that.

“Isn’t that my line? You’re the one who’s been away for a while. I thought you weren’t going to be back for a few more days?”

Betty shrugs delicately, the blanket slipping off of her shoulder and Jughead can’t resist the temptation of kissing the bare skin.

“We wrapped up early and I wanted to surprise you. Besides. It doesn’t matter if we both say it. We’re both home.”

The smile comes easily to his face when she says that. Home. He’s just about to pull her back in for another kiss when his stomach grumbles. Betty laughs again and moves away to grab her discarded clothes.

“I was wondering when your stomach was going to chime in. Go grab some food. Mac and cheese on the stove. Garlic bread in the oven.”

Betty shimmies the flannel back over her head but doesn’t bother with the leggings as Jughead pulls his boxers back on.

“We should clean up that tinsel first. Knowing our pets, they’ll end up trying to eat it and we’ll be spending another night at the vets’ office.”

Betty waves Jughead over to the kitchen as she leans down to gently move Porkchop away from the garlands. He yawns widely before going to sit underneath the tree next to a dozing Caramel. Jughead scoops mac and cheese into a bowl as he watches Betty place the little Santa hats on their heads before shoving the fallen decorations back into the box. Jughead can hear her shuffling some more of the boxes around as he roots in the fridge for their water filter and fills the largest glass they have.

“I would hope our pets have better sense than that, Jug.” she calls out to him.

“Porkchop eats your socks and the rubber ducky in the bathtub Betts. I don’t think he has that discerning of a palate.” Jughead stuffs a piece of garlic bread into his mouth before walking back over to the couch. He hands the glass of water to a grateful Betty who drinks deeply.

“He thinks the ducky is a toy! Which it is.”

“And he might also think the tinsel is a toy. He does get distracted by shiny things. Like when he tried to eat your earrings.”

Betty scrunches her nose at him and he laughs through a spoonful of cheesy pasta.

“Ok fine. You’ve made your point. Porkchop will eat literally anything and we should keep him away from tinsel. Oh.” Betty bounces a little on the cushion. “Speaking of. We should start decorating tonight, yeah? That’s why I got all the boxes out in the first place but someone distracted me.”

“I’m sorry. Who was it that tackled me down and had her wicked way with me half an hour ago? Not gonna lie, not how I was expecting tonight to go.”

Betty raises a brow at him.

“And how were you expecting tonight to go?”

“I had a hot date planned.” Betty’s brow raises even higher and Jughead has to hide a smile. “A date with Deanna Durbin at a little bar in New Orleans.”

That prompts a startled laugh from Betty even as she rolls her eyes. She tips her head forward to place a smacking kiss on his shoulder.

“Jughead.” The exasperation is nearly buried underneath the laughter. “That is not a proper holiday movie.”

“Betty.” he says, nearly matching her tone. “The title is literally ‘Christmas Holiday’. How is it not a proper holiday movie?”

“It’s a noir film, Jug. Noirs are based on darkness and cynicism.”

“But that’s what makes it so fascinating as a holiday movie.”

Betty elbows him a little and he elbows back, jostling his bowl. He sets it down on the coffee table and winds an arm around her waist, yanking her bodily back into his lap where they maneuver themselves back into optimum cuddling positions. Betty sighs contentedly, resting against him.

“Proposal–” Betty gets out before Jughead interrupts her.

“I thought I already did that years ago.”

Betty nearly starts a tickle fight when she elbows him again and has to take a moment to catch her breath.

“Ok. Proposal: We watch ‘Christmas Holiday’. You get your date with Deanna Durbin and I get to enjoy Gene Kelly’s and Dean Haren’s handsome faces. But. Then we watch ‘Holiday Inn’ and you don’t make snarky comments when I sing along.”

He always teases her gently, but one of Jughead’s favorite things about Betty is her singing. She’s not like Josie or Veronica, always ready and willing to jump on stage. Betty sings softly, often under her breath, sometimes only humming out melodies in her head. But she can’t help herself when a movie plays a song she’s familiar with.

Jughead agrees easily to her terms and the opening credits soon roll. Betty tugs over the forgotten blanket and steals a bite of his mac and cheese. Jughead watches as Charlie Mason sits down at the bar to hear Abigail Manette sing for the very first time. True to form, when Abigail Manette steps onto the stage Betty’s voice weaves in with hers.

“Spring will be, a little late this year…”

Underneath the tree, Porkchop snuffles slightly in his sleep and Caramel’s purr rumbles underneath the music. Jughead presses a kiss to the Betty’s temple and is rewarded with a blinding smile as she continues to follow the melody.

“Yes time heals all things, so I needn’t cling to this fear.”

Visit here on Ao3 to read the rest of The Adventures of Porkchop and Caramel

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tachtutor · 4 years

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SUSPENSE ‘The Crooked Frame” (1952).

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SUSPENSE ‘The Crooked Frame.” CBS, 30m. 29 July 1952. (Season 4, Episode 45). Richard Kiley, Neva Patterson, Dean Harens, Lois Wheeler. Screenplay: Mel Goldberg, loosely based on the novel by William P. McGivern. Director: Robert Mulligan.

The relationship between the book and the TV adaptation is minimal, but you can hardly expect more when the screenplay has to be crammed into a…

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levenvanlily · 6 years

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Hoofdstuk 4

“Waar haal je het lef vandaan om haar zomaar op te zoeken?!” Hoorde ze Dean schreeuwen toen ze binnenkwamen. “Dean, vindt jij het dan niet een beetje raar dat we haar zomaar aan de kant van de weg vinden waar NOOIT iemand komt?” riep Sam terug. Het was duidelijk dat ze het niet met elkaar eens waren over wat er tijdens het eten gebeurd was. “Sorry, stoor ik?” zei Castiel. Verschrikt draaide ze zich om. “Dit is nog niet voorbij” zei Dean met een wijzende vinger tegen Sam. Lily volgde Castiel de trap af de bunker in. “Cas, wat brengt jou hier?” vroeg Dean. “Sam belde mij vanmorgen over jullie nieuwe… huisgenoot” zei Castiel “Serieus Sam?” sneerde Dean naar Sam. “Wat? Sinds zij bij ons woont, lijkt dat teken van je een stuk minder invloed te hebben, ik vroeg Cas daar gewoon naar” antwoordde Sam geagiteerd. Een diepe zucht volgde.

“Ik ga denk ik even op bed liggen,” zei Lily. Ze liep naar haar kamer. Ze hoorde iemand achter haar aan komen. “He” zei Dean terwijl hij haar arm pakte. “Je hoeft niet bang te zijn dat je weg moet ofzo, daar zorg ik wel voor,” verzekerde hij haar. Er rolde een traan over haar wang. Ze was bang dat ze weg moest, dat Sam degene zou bellen waar ze van weggerend was, of erger; de politie. Dean veegde de traan van haar wang en gaf haar een knuffel “Er kan je niets gebeuren, echt niet” zei hij. Hij keek haar nog even in haar ogen “Ik praat wel met Sam. Zal ik zo nog even langskomen?” Lily knikte. Ze perste er nog een kleine glimlach uit, draaide zich om en ging naar haar kamer. Op bed barstte ze in huilen uit. Wat had Sam tegen haar? Wilde hij haar echt weg hebben? De gedachte dat ze weg moest van Dean vond ze angstaanjagend. Ze voelde zich veilig en vertrouwd met hem in de buurt. Dat gevoel had ze in geen jaren meer gevoeld.

Langzaam opende Lily haar ogen. Ze keek om zich heen en was thuis. Haar slaapkamer waar ze in opgroeide. Verbaasd stond ze op uit bed, haar hand gleed langs het nachtkastje waar foto’s opstaan van haar pony, Gunner. “Lily?! Ben je wakker?” hoorde ze een stem zeggen in de gang. Een stem die haar heel bekend voor kwam. Was het… haar vader? Ze duwde de deur open en daar stond hij. Ze rende in zijn armen en gaf een dikke knuffel. “Wooow rustig aan bloempje,” zei hij lachend. “Kleed je snel aan, we moeten zo gaan,” zei hij en hij draaide weer om naar beneden. Ze realiseerde zich al heel snel welke dag het was. Ze liep door de deur naar haar slaapkamer maar belandde in het museum, waar ze die dag met haar vader geweest was. “Hé Lily, kijk dit eens,” hoorde ze haar vader zeggen. Hij wees naar een schilderij maar dat was niet het schilderij wat zij zich herinnerde. Het was de jongen die ze steeds bleef zien. En nu kon ze eindelijk zijn gezicht zien. “Jason,” zei ze. Haar handen voelden zwaar en toen ze omlaag keek zag ze weer dat pistool. Haar armen bewogen zonder dat zij dit wilde, het pistool werd op het schilderij gericht. Ze hoorde weer het gesmeek van de jongen. “Asjeblieft, Lily, nee” zei hij. Haar vingers haalde de trekker over en ze zag overal bloed. Haar handen en armen zaten onder. “Lily?” vroeg haar vader. Ze draaide zich om. “Nee,” zei ze. Zijn hoofd zat onder het bloed. Aan de rechterkant van zijn hoofd zat een gapend gat. Zijn arm was weg en bloed stroomde naar buiten. “Nee,” zei ze weer. “Lily,” zei haar vader. De kamer begon te draaien en ze ging op de grond zitten met haar armen om haar knieën. Ze begon te huilen. “NEE,” zei ze weer. “NEE NEE NEE,” schreeuwde ze uit.

Ze voelde een hand op haar schouder. Ze opende haar ogen en was weer in de bunker. Ze was kletsnat van het zweet. Ze keek Dean aan en vloog in zijn armen. “Hee rustig maar, het was maar een droom,” zei hij terwijl hij haar troostte. Ze huilde weer. “Nee het was geen droom,” zei ze tussen de tranen door. “Ik heb iemand vermoord,” zei ze. “Sshh rustig maar,” zei Dean terwijl hij haar nog steeds stevig vasthield. “Het is oké, het komt allemaal goed,” zei hij. “Dean, ik heb iemand vermoord,” zei ze terwijl ze zich uit Dean’s greep worstelde. Hij keek haar recht in haar ogen aan. “Oké, wil je mij vertellen wat er gebeurd is?” vroeg hij. Ze wist het niet. “Ja… en nee,” antwoordde ze. “Je kent me nog maar net, hoe kun je zo...” ze kon haar zin niet afmaken. “Weet ik niet, maar je maakt iets in mij los,” zei hij. “Je hoeft niets te vertellen, je moet alleen weten dat ik je niet zomaar laat gaan.” Lily slaakte een diepe zucht. Hier gaan we dan, dacht ze. “Toen ik 12 was, is mijn vader doodgegaan in een ongeluk,” begon ze. “Ik moest voor school een museum bezoeken en mijn vader had me meegenomen naar een kunstmuseum. Er hing een prachtig schilderij van een Apache indiaan te paard. Het was zo’n mooi vredig beeld dat ik daar de hele middag naar heb gekeken. Toen we naar huis gingen was het druk op de weg. We stonden te wachten voor het stoplicht, en toen het groen werd en mijn vader weg wilde rijden reed er een truck op ons in,” ze ratelde in 1 stuk door omdat ze anders wist dat ze het verhaal niet af kon maken. Dean hield haar hand stevig vast. “Rustig aan,” zei hij en hij haalde een pluk haar uit haar gezicht. Met haar mouw veegde ze door haar ogen. “Mijn vader was op slag dood en ik werd door ambulancebroeders uit de auto geknipt. Ik was zo bang, ze vertelde me niet wat er gebeurde of hoe het met papa was. Ze legde me op zo’n plank en ik lag helemaal vast, ik kon niet bewegen en raakte in paniek. Ik denk dat ze me toen een injectie hebben gegeven want ik het werd allemaal zwart.” Ze besefte dat dit de eerste keer was dat ze er echt over praatte. Snikkend vervolgde ze “Toen ik wakker werd in het ziekenhuis, was ik helemaal alleen. Mijn moeder was er niet, er was alleen een verpleegster die langsliep. Ik was zo bang,” zei ze. Ze begon weer te huilen. “Ssshh, rustig maar,” zei Dean. Hij wilde haar weer in een knuffel pakken maar dat hield ze tegen. “Nee ik moet dit vertellen,” zei ze. Ze veegde de tranen uit haar ogen en vervolgde haar verhaal. “Ik heb dit nog nooit aan iemand verteld. Maar ik ben een week weggeweest. Toen ik wakker werd, was er een hele lieve verpleegster die bij me bleef. Ik had heel erge hoofdpijn en ik had een paar ribben gebroken. Ik had heel veel pijn maar ik wilde weten waar mijn vader was,” ze nam diep adem en begon weer te vechten tegen haar tranen. “Ik vroeg haar waar mijn vader was, maar ze vertelde mij dat hij dood was. Toen ik vroeg waar mijn moeder was, zei ze dat ze die zou opbellen.” Dean keek bezorgd en kneep in haar handen. “Maar mama zat thuis. Toen ze naar het ziekenhuis kwam, keek ze me niet aan. Ze praatte niet tegen me. Ik kon voelen dat het mijn schuld was dat papa dood was. Ik had niet zo lang bij dat schilderij moeten blijven hangen,” zei ze terwijl ze het gevecht tegen haar tranen verloor. “Mama raakte depressief en begon te drinken. Toen kwam Bill in ons leven.” Daar staakte haar verhaal. Kon ze hem dit wel vertellen? “He, als je niet verder wilt vertellen is dat goed hoor, kom,” zei Dean en hij gaf haar nog een knuffel. Ze was nog niet klaar om hem over Bill en Jason te vertellen. Ze maakte zich los uit de knuffel. “Wil je bij me blijven vannacht?” vroeg ze. “Wow, we hebben nog geen date gehad en je wilt al met me naar bed?” vroeg hij lacherig. “Natuurlijk blijf ik bij je,” zei hij. Ze moest lachen. Hij haalde haar weer naar zich toe en kuste haar voorhoofd. Een gevoel van opluchting ging door haar heen. Het voelde goed dat ze dit had verteld. Ze kleedden zich om en kropen onder de dekens. Lily kroop dicht tegen Deans warme lichaam aan en voelde zich veilig. Dean stopte haar haren achter haar oren en gaf haar nog een kus. “Welterusten,” zei hij. Niet veel later vielen ze allebei in slaap.

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