Post by ikhoudvanu on Jun 1, 2011 1:49:05 GMT -5
So this is my first NOX story, it's based on the song "Where Do You Go To My Lovely (Marie Claire)", and although Keith Harkin didn't write it I've only heard his version. Google it and find the YouTube video, it's great!
Background info: the song is from a young man's POV, about a girl he once loved but is too focused on wealth to remember him.
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Story:
Marie Claire smiled brilliantly as she climbed the grand staircase. She almost tripped on her silk train, bringing a good-natured laugh from every guest. A good sport, she laughed along with them, and they all loved her for it. Once she had reached the last stair, Marie Claire peered over the banister. The guests had returned to talking with each other, not noticing her high above them. Without a second glance back, she turned and ran to a room at the end of a long hallway.
Slamming the door behind her, Marie Claire collapsed onto the bed and began sobbing. She frantically ripped the diamonds and pearls from her hair, then used the Egyptian cotton sheets to hastily wipe off her makeup. She could still hear the quartet playing below her, as well as the constant buzz of conversation. Tears stained her cheeks and fell to the floor. Desperate for air, Marie Claire threw open the windows and hung her head out. Her chest heaved as she gulped in the midnight air. She kicked off her high heels as she leaned against the window sill. When she finally composed herself, she looked up at the stars and sighed. The sound of crickets filled the air as Marie Claire returned to her bed and lie there, staring out the window all the while. She recalled gazing at a similar sky a year earlier, standing in a field in Donegal, with Keith beside her. He'd warned her that this would happen, that she would someday tire of high society, that beneath her fancy clothes and heavy makeup, she would hide a broken heart. Why hadn't she listened?
Background info: the song is from a young man's POV, about a girl he once loved but is too focused on wealth to remember him.
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Story:
Marie Claire smiled brilliantly as she climbed the grand staircase. She almost tripped on her silk train, bringing a good-natured laugh from every guest. A good sport, she laughed along with them, and they all loved her for it. Once she had reached the last stair, Marie Claire peered over the banister. The guests had returned to talking with each other, not noticing her high above them. Without a second glance back, she turned and ran to a room at the end of a long hallway.
Slamming the door behind her, Marie Claire collapsed onto the bed and began sobbing. She frantically ripped the diamonds and pearls from her hair, then used the Egyptian cotton sheets to hastily wipe off her makeup. She could still hear the quartet playing below her, as well as the constant buzz of conversation. Tears stained her cheeks and fell to the floor. Desperate for air, Marie Claire threw open the windows and hung her head out. Her chest heaved as she gulped in the midnight air. She kicked off her high heels as she leaned against the window sill. When she finally composed herself, she looked up at the stars and sighed. The sound of crickets filled the air as Marie Claire returned to her bed and lie there, staring out the window all the while. She recalled gazing at a similar sky a year earlier, standing in a field in Donegal, with Keith beside her. He'd warned her that this would happen, that she would someday tire of high society, that beneath her fancy clothes and heavy makeup, she would hide a broken heart. Why hadn't she listened?