But i know good and well these self-help, pity party depths of hell, chasing a burning desire like whisky down your throat, drowning out the fact the facts are in and it’s still a no. But I can’t let go because this echoing promise of hope is deep inside of this confusion with me, I know. but soon I will let go, and I will do, what I can to let love take control. I will do what I can to let this love take control. -Constant Conclusions, // Hotel Books
The doors to the town's old theatre opened and people rushed in trying to find a good seat. Classical music played over speakers. Everyone knew it would abruptly when the show was starting. Young actors and actresses ran around backstage trying to apply makeup, safety pin togas, and giving each other words of encouragement. Eliza and Mitchell sat huddled together in the stuffy area behind the curtain near a small fan practicing lines. It was time to kill Caesar.