Standing Ovation

This creature of a man is useless I tell you. I gave him a simple job and he stumbles and trips around his own bootstraps. I simply want him to bring the two crates to my room gently and not let it release a single sound from within. Elegantly lifting up the frills of my newly gifted dress I escort him down the long sunlit hall to the desired destination, my room. I am Marcia Vellum-Ovickstein and I am the sister to the bestfriend of a designer aboard this ship. I’ve arrived aboard for a show and plan on being the best show so that this ship will be known for it. My name shall thrive through history the same way I thrive through my different personality.

In mere minuets I shall persuade the gazes of my audience to surrender to my movement. I am a fabric dancer and like any other dancer I enjoy the high of the show. However for me I mean it quite literally as I will be traveling from floor to ceiling throughout my performance.

In the ballroom living in the mist of awe from the crowd, like the good dancer I am, I see the sun setting from a window far from my touch. Looking around at the many chandeliers that dangle from the golden ceiling. I become relived with thinking that I am finally preforming again. Dancing is more beautiful than intelligence for the average person I’d say. As a single woman whom is happily nothing more than a dancer I did still became fond of science. Science is such a beautiful design as well and I want to understand it’s making. If not for me certainly for her, I call her Maria, because its easy to remember. Coming aboard this ship will be the beginning to her genius being known, well, at least that’s what she said. The other me that I am, Maria.

In one of the mere moments of my performance this evening I grow wary of the glass jars and crates in my room. Did I close them all properly? Trying to clear my mind and remain at ease I think to myself I’m just so happy my brothers best of all friends got me the job here on the ship even if it was last minuet. I believe his name to be Thomas, Thomas Andrews it was. In the middle of my thoughts and my wrapped cloth unveiling me to gracefully fall from the ceiling, I see a man in the crowd. Almost frightened I come to a sudden stop and stare into the crowd where many gasp were expelled, I take a deep breath, and dangling upside down with the red cloth wrapped around one leg. I then notice it was the spirit of my father watching me preform yet another show which warmed my heart. He always did say he’ll never miss one no matter what. And just like his spirit arrived he then vanished.

While hanging upside down I twirl and twirl gaining momentum as I turn upright just to see my surrounding crowd. I’m so happily nervous right now. The moment I’m living in would be so beautiful if I wasn’t the person that I am. I haven’t the slightest idea when I became the way I am but the smallest bit of nervous, or uneasiness that arise within me always awakens Maria. She’s like me but she strived for excellence and to be known for it as well. She doesn’t understand that its not time to be known when as a woman we aren’t even seen.

In the middle of climbing the red fabrics back up to the top I loose sight and control of who I am and become her. The woman who demands her audience rather like myself whom hopes to entertain one. Now she is me and I am sleep.

Looking through this crowd I decide the show was over and made my way back to the floor. Twirling down the sheer fabric I make the greatest stop to a show. Walking strait through the crowd I create a distinct strut to be noticed by not only men but the women aboard as well. I head to my room where my precious jars await and I become excited to reveal my newest invention.

It really is something sharing a body with a woman so nice. She must really hate sharing a body with such a person like myself. Still, I have a point to prove and if I cant have it known then what’s the purpose of even living for science. The ship just sailed and she already began performing. She’s always wasting her time with this hobby only to get nervous. Science has never made her feel like that.

Just wait till tonight’s dinner festivities. I will be the first woman to be recognized for her brain and beautifully masculine attitude. They’ll all love it and want to discuss funding and partnership. This is excellent, I shall prepare.

Waking up from a nap I realize I’m myself again. But there was a note, as always when we switch, attached to something under a sheet. It read …

Dear You,

Be sure to take this machine to the dinner tonight and present it as if you know you’ve won them over. If you get nervous I will come back and protect you like I’ve always done.

P.S.

The machine is called (…)

It’s purpose is to (…)

With thanks -Self

Pushing this large machine down the gently lit hall I try to keep a steady pace with the ocean. Each step I take I can feel the barrier between nervous and calm about to break within. Perhaps its just the sway of the ship creating this feeling. I began thinking about how the first time she appeared was after I got fired from my first dancing job. I had woke the next day and read a note that said, “I’ve always been here and I always will.” Ever since, I kept on dancing and if I couldn’t dance for money I would clean and dance or cook and dance. Dancing is who I am. Science is who she is. Together we learned each other.

Making it to the Dinning halls door I look it up then down and went inside to prepare my stage area for presentation. Just 15 minuets later I noticed many guest had arrived so its a good time to start. “If I may have your attention”. I shout, the women looked at me and then their spouse. The men looked at me and back at the men they were chatting with. I knew it was too early to present anything. These men and women care nothing for our science and only care for their truly brilliant attire and other men’s opinion.

I continue “what I have here under this sheet will amaze not only women but men as well.” I’ve gained a few eyes and can hear a few whispers too. Clearing my throat I continue. “As I reveal to you a machine that with save lives and bring an end to death I present (removes sheet) The God .”

People are looking at me with cursid looks and uneasy upon their face.

“My first example is this misguided butterfly. With a drop of this chemical and a drop or two of this one I can bring it back with a pinch of electricity. This lever here is what will bring upon the electricity with manual force and labor. As you see, the butterfly is begin-.”

“How dare you”, a man shouts from the back. “I wouldn’t give you a dime even if this would actually work.”

I feel mocked by a man who isn’t even on the list of investors. Another man says “this is why women shouldn’t be allowed outside the kitchen. I mean, I’m right! Right?” a few chuckles from a few men gathered from the comment.

Then the lot of them laughed at me and mocked the invention as if it didn’t work. Adding the last drop onto the butterfly it flew into the crowd. Awakened it lived on and gently landed on the hair of a woman.

The woman screamed “you are a evil, what kind of magic is this? We’re all gonna be cursed. Cursed I tell you.”

“Aye get her out of here.” Some man says as he approaches me, “who are you, how’d you get aboard the ship with these shenanigan’s. You and your junk needs to go back to your room and stay there. A woman like you should’ve never been able to get on this ship.”

I respond with a polite “why not?”

He grabbed be by my arm tightly, pulled me near to hear his whisper, “I designed this ship, and you shouldn’t be here. If I could I’d throw you overboard.”

Snatching my arm back from him I grab one of the jars from the machine, holding it close to my chest and head back to my room. I planned on doing something foul but then I fell asleep and woke around 4am. Most of the ship is asleep but I’m a bit hungry. Heading out to grab food I overhear a couple of guys talking.

“If anything goes wrong with the ship he’ll be fired.”

The other guy responded, “the guy who designed the ship?.”

“Indeed.” The initial guy took a sip of something and pat his buddy on the shoulder and walked away.

I ran to the room where all the bells and whistles where and I got excited. Writing a quick note for my other half I waited for her to take over. They say to be excited is to be nervous, its all about your mind and thoughts to decipher between the two.

In good time she did.

Note-

Dear me

They mocked us at the dinner and threaten to throw us over board. Crash the navigation system and reek havoc. We’re gonna get lost at sea. Sounds fun doesn’t it?

Love- The nice you

Waking up in my bed I see my hand was cut and bleeding. Standing up the ship hits something so I tilted and rammed strait into the wall. I’m not completely sure but I think I blacked out for about 20 minuets. Opening my door and rubbing my head I see people running down the hall and some with life vest on. I’ve got a show to do in about 30 minutes. There’s no way I’m going to miss it.

Returning to the stage I climb to the top of the fabrics and preform with my greatest efforts. I hear a man run passed me screaming. “Somebody destroyed the entire system. Nothing is working at all.”

A young lad yells back “it was an iceberg, the system didn’t notify us because it’s broken. Everyone is going to die.”

With those words I knew I would be to blame. Even though I didn’t destroy the entire system. There was a note this morning left on my bed side. It described that the crazy woman from earlier began taking matters into her own hands. She refuses to let my invention live and tried to kill me and since i escaped her she destroyed the entire system. So now I preform with a bloody hand that was cut by a pure psycho. She preached she was saving the world and god told her to do it. I’m the one with two personality’s here.

At ceiling view again I got a little nervous. My other me, Maria, took over and she reached for the fabric so elegantly. Closing our eyes butterfly’s fill our mind as blood mingles the fabrics threads and the oceans water on this sinking ships floor. We would be famous if it wasn’t for that woman.

Reaching turned into falling from the fabrics that I loved so much. Father, please make me my favorites, I’m on my way, I promise I wont be late. Maria saved me once again and as we died together on the most magnificent ship to ever live, she stole all the pain for herself. Farewell Titanic. The ship that should’ve been known for each of our standing ovations yet became its own chip in history.