Pearl

Chapter 1: Introduction

Outside of a small barn, we hear some birds chirping.
It was a beautiful day on the farm. Everything was vibrant with chickens scattered around the grass of the family home.
A young man with dark brown hair, dressed in a dark tuxedo, stands in a room with a darker shade of blue and golden floral accents. He was sitting at a vanity so he could fluff up his hair, then he stood up and imagined that he was performing for an audience with the spotlight all on him.

It was peaceful, dreamy, and so slow—like out of a dream. The man had always dreamed of being on screen, a dream that only increased when he married his wife, (Y/n). She was so supportive of his dreams, even if she usually preferred to stay out of the spotlight; he loved that about his beloved wife. She was an excellent seamstress and helped whenever she could with his farm work.

Her business had been slow ever since America had joined in on the war her brother was fighting in. The door opens abruptly, and the spotlight had disappeared. A woman in her mid-50s entered the room. She had a striking resemblance to the young man; it was almost uncanny. She slowly walked to her son, "Wo hast du das gefunden? Habe ich gesagt, dass du die alten Sachen deines Vaters tragen kannst? Nimm es ab. Gehen Sie zur Scheune und füttern Sie die Tiere, wie Sie es versprochen haben." She slowly spoke, like she was talking to a toddler instead of a married man.

He storms outside, wearing a blue shirt with overalls over a shirt with brown boots. He walks into the barn, grabs some hay, and puts it into a stall where a brown cow is located. "Eat up!" He says in a Texan accent. He lays his head on a wooden gate against his arms and hums softly to himself, "One day you'll never see (Y/n) or me again. That's right, Charlie! The farm life may be it for you, but it sure ain't for us." He gets on eye level with Charlie, the same cow he just gave some hay to, "We're special. Mama's gonna feel real stupid when she finds out, won't she?"

He stands to his full height, and he grabs some hay. He lifts it up like it's a bouquet and spins around, "One day, the whole world's gonna know my name." He gently drops it into another pen, "You agree, don't you, Mary?" She gives a bleat in return to his question, "Oh. Why, thank you!" He was about to grab a pitchfork and put it into the barn's ground. "I do love a good audience!" He spun around, "Y'all see me for who I really am! A star!" He was about to use the pitchfork as a dancing partner but stopped when he heard a very familiar giggle. The giggle of his wife.

"You look like you're about to dance with a pitchfork instead of your wife."

He grinned, "Well, what else was I supposed to dance with? You weren't here," She smiled back, "Well, now I am."

He set the pitchfork aside and held out his hand to his (Y/n), "Well, honey, may I have this dance?" He asked. "Yes, you may". (Y/n) adjusted her stance, her hands looped around his neck while his hands held her hips. The couple began to slow dance with each other, looking into each other's eyes. They both slowly started to lean in for a loving kiss, both of their eyes fluttering shut.

They both sighed into the kiss. Earl swore the only thing that was keeping him on the farm and off the edge of insanity was (Y/n) and her love and the friendship of her two siblings. He went to deepen the kiss when a goose wandered into the barn. The couple broke the kiss, both giving it a murderous glare. He stole the attention away from Earl.

"What are you doing in here, Mr. Goose?" They walked towards the unsuspecting animal, (Y/n) grabbing the pitchfork, raising it as she was about to strike, "No one takes my husband's spotlight away from him," she said coldly. The only response was the last noise the goose would ever make.

Earl looked on in grim satisfaction as his wife committed murder in cold blood; he never knew she had this much backbone when they wed, but he sure wasn't complaining. He knew that his wife would do anything for him, for his dream of being an actor. He kissed her cheek, "I think we found a nice snack for Theda."

She smiled, "She'd love it. I want to bring it to her now." He took her hand and guided her to where their alligator waited with the bloody goose in the pitchfork in her free hand. They got to a large body of water with a white mini walkway.

"Theda!" She called out lovingly like a mother would for her child. Theda came swimming over to them with a hungry growl, "Go on, girl."

(Y/n) held the goose out for Theda to take, "Take it," She encouraged the predator, and she did.

The couple watched happily, sharing a kiss where she cupped his left cheek with her free hand while he embraced her around her waist from behind.

*Where did you find that? Did I say that you could wear your dad's old clothes? Take it off. Go to the barn and feed the animals as you promised

Earl: (Y/n) and I are no longer dating.
(Y/n): Earl, that's a horrible way of telling people we're married.