By- Rock Kitaro
Date Started: March 1st 2013
Date Finished: March 8th 2013
My Chemical Romance – “Teenagers”
Introduction –
Pious and good-natured college student, Aida reminisces about the day she first met the infamous leader of August the 18th, Eliza Christie. Even as children, Eliza exuded the personality of someone who would one day make men bow down before her. And while the two were initially thick as thieves, equal but opposite and joined at the hip during their waddling days, there was one incident that would scar Aida and change the way she saw her childhood friend. It was the day that Eliza released an inner demon that would go on to dictate her violent need for retaliation for the rest of her life.
Aida Jenazzo – potential cast, Ashley Rickards
“Every time I open my mouth, I taste ice. That’s how fucking cold it is.”
Now, was it necessary for her to curse? Probably not. She wasn’t foul-mouthed. She was just used to being around people who talked that way. Understandable the way it would rub off on a thirteen-year-old, an impressionable age, so we were told. Impressionable…that’s one way to put it. In retrospect, I like to think Eliza was groomed to behave the way a single father whose occupation was law enforcement would’ve wanted her to behave. Who knew she’d grow up to be one of the nation’s most notorious outlaws, or folk hero. Depending on whom you’re asking.
Back then, her father was a headstrong young detective in the world’s most dangerous police department. Being that he was a single parent and constantly on call, Eliza was entrusted to stay with my family almost every other weekend and on some school nights. My mom and her father were old friends from before I was even born, so we became like a second family to her.
I remember a time where I used to sit inside all day. My family lived in Oldsmar, the outskirts of the city away from all of the crime, fast cars and helicopters. It was a peaceful time. My older brothers, Jamie and Justin are twins and everything you’d expect from a pair of hot-blooded Italian upstarts. My little sister was the baby of the family leaving me as the middle child. So I didn’t really receive a lot of attention, nor did I ever really want it. Just give me an antique paperback book that I checked out. Or leave me alone to practice some Beethoven for the afternoon and I was in heaven. Staying out of trouble. Staying away from risks. Just happy. By myself.
Then entered Elizabeth Christie. I remember the first day I laid eyes on her. I was playing a recital in the living room…my improvised version of “Moonlight Sonata”. From my position in the living room, I saw my mom opening the front door to the detective. It was a rainy day. A foreshadow I should’ve observed. I didn’t stop playing. I just slowed down in tempo as I watched them in the foyer. After taking the girl’s raincoat, my mom pointed her out to me. And in approached a green-eyed beauty with long wavy blond hair that would provoke envy from any aspiring pageant entry. Green seemed to be a common theme with her as she was always wearing it. Either in her tops, or her skirts, or some blaring necklace, you couldn’t catch Eliza without any sort of green on her.
Stage In The Sky 