The Actor

As Daydream disappeared from Bad Dream and Tragedy's company she held out her hand, walking through the mist was like a stroll. Daydream used the mist so often she could travel the world with just a few steps. Unlike movie teleportation, the mist and shadow teleportation of spirits are not instantaneous. The length of the trip depends on the spirit.

The spirit world held many wonders that the human world could not understand. Daydream liked the time it took because it gave her time to think about her goals and new life. She had been with Tragedy for a little while but she still couldn't wrap her mind around finding Daniel. A thought echoed through her head, when her and Bad Dream had made Tragedy angry, she remembered the terror and then she remembered what Tragedy had said, "'I know how I am going to fix this. I am going to eat your soul Daniel, then I will feel better.'"

She had called Bad Dream, Daniel. Was that the black skinned man's name? Oh, God if he was her Daniel? Maybe that is why she felt so nervous around him. Then again, it could just be her hoping. Daniel could have been a very popular slave name. As she was thinking her misty door appeared and it was time to help a struggling soul determine his dreams and how to accomplish them.

A strange young man with stringy black hair and a crooked nose looked up at Daydream. She froze, the thought of being seen had sort of terrified her. Tragedy was seen by the dying or those wishing to die. For that moment she could not remember anyone seeing her before. Then, the strange young man spoke, "What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, as I hate Hell, all Montague, and you…" She recognized the name Montague from Romeo and Juliet. He was trying to be an actor. He had such a sad demeanor, a face that could look unhappy at his happiest. She imagined him being a great actor.

"What does he need me for then?" Daydream asked herself.

"That's not right," He sighed, "I have to believe that I am Tybalt. So that they will believe it."

She watched him shocked, she thought he was wonderful. She spoke in his ear a sweet encouragement, "I think you are amazing! Tybalt has never been better." Maybe that would be all he needed. He had his lines down, she saw no script around him.

"What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, as I hate Hell, all Montague, and you…"

She was very Pleased with how easy it was to encourage him, sometimes actors are terrible and she has to tell them to try anyway. She continued to encourage him as he went through his lines. However, no matter how much she encouraged him he continued to hate on himself.

"No, no, no!" He stomped his feet and shook his hands at the sky. "Come on, I just need someone to believe in me. I can't do it alone," he cried and fell to his knees.

"I'm trying!" Daydream snapped. She left her friends, her questions, and possible answers to come talk to this actor. He was so caught up in his panicking that he couldn't hear her. The man lived alone, no one came to check on him in the hours they stood there, and he seemed to not be seeing or interested in anyone. "How can I help you if you won't help yourself?! Ugh!" Daydream screamed at the dramatic man.

She shook her head, readying herself to leave when the worst thought came to her. "No, I don't think it is a good idea," she scolded herself. "It might be the only way," she looked around and spoke softly, " Cupid?" slightly louder, "Cupid, I need yo..."

"You need me?" Cupid interrupted standing behind her with a wicked grin.

"your help," Daydream finished annoyed already.

"My help? Messing with love again? I only give one free shot after that I start to charge," his eyes trailed over her.

"What do you charge?" Daydream asked already regretting it, "to help a man find love or at least someone who will accept and encourage him."

Cupid's smile widened, "Well my sweet, I will do it for a kiss."

Daydream looked visibly horrified and sick, "Do you think I am a lady of the night? That you can buy my affections!"

Cupid looked even more amused, "You are stuck in the past aren't you!" he grabbed her hand and gently kissed her fingers. "There a kiss to find the young man someone to love." He waved his hand at the actor. "Tell him to order food. He should listen to that."

Daydream wiped her hand on her cloak then went over to the Actor, "order some takeout," she whispered.

The actor gave a thoughtful look and pulled out his phone. He ordered food and waited in his livingroom for it to arrive. Money in hand.

"He obviously doesn't like interacting with people. Hopefully he won't push away our efforts. We have no true influence we are just ideas and whispers. Those gut feelings people get to say or do something. Sometimes we are the angels on their shoulders and sometimes we are their demons," Cupid frowned at the dark thought. He shook his head as there was a knock at the door. "Game on, my girl." his smile back to its normal creepy handsomeness.

Daydream crossed her fingers, she wanted away from the obnoxious man as soon as possible.