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itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
OVERTURE
You wake up, and realize you don’t remember how you got here.
This bed is soft and warm, but it’s certainly not yours. And the room is unfamiliar - unless perhaps you’re an actor, seeing as it looks almost exactly like every dressing room in the world. It's not quite large enough to fit the bed and trunk comfortably alongside the vanity, but it what it lacks in open space, it makes up for in coziness. This could be something you’ve seen in a movie, or dreamed about experiencing one day. But whatever the case, you aren’t supposed to be here.
There’s a silver key resting on your vanity, along with a thin program booklet. The cover - where the name of the show would usually be - is blank, but if you flip through it, you’ll find some startlingly familiar information. Maybe a few familiar faces as well…
The hallway outside is narrow and poorly-lit, lined with star-studded doors. But if you make your way past them and out into the lobby, you’ll find something entirely different: an elegant, refined opera house. Crystal chandeliers glitter overhead, and the red carpet is perfect for putting on a show. A large clock on the northern wall marks the time, though with the windows shuttered and locked it's difficult to tell whether it's morning or night. There’s also some framed information pinned up that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the adjoining wings, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy in every room.
There’s also two sets of double-doors in the lobby: one leading back the way you came, deeper into the Opera House, and one leading out. For the moment, neither of them will open.
It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
This bed is soft and warm, but it’s certainly not yours. And the room is unfamiliar - unless perhaps you’re an actor, seeing as it looks almost exactly like every dressing room in the world. It's not quite large enough to fit the bed and trunk comfortably alongside the vanity, but it what it lacks in open space, it makes up for in coziness. This could be something you’ve seen in a movie, or dreamed about experiencing one day. But whatever the case, you aren’t supposed to be here.
There’s a silver key resting on your vanity, along with a thin program booklet. The cover - where the name of the show would usually be - is blank, but if you flip through it, you’ll find some startlingly familiar information. Maybe a few familiar faces as well…
The hallway outside is narrow and poorly-lit, lined with star-studded doors. But if you make your way past them and out into the lobby, you’ll find something entirely different: an elegant, refined opera house. Crystal chandeliers glitter overhead, and the red carpet is perfect for putting on a show. A large clock on the northern wall marks the time, though with the windows shuttered and locked it's difficult to tell whether it's morning or night. There’s also some framed information pinned up that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the adjoining wings, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy in every room.
There’s also two sets of double-doors in the lobby: one leading back the way you came, deeper into the Opera House, and one leading out. For the moment, neither of them will open.
It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
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"A mistake"? [Was this guy not an actor too and has no idea why he would be in an opera theater? Out of curiosity he looks at what Billy is looking at.
And Seymour feels his heart stop.]
"K...kill..."? [He turns to Billy, already looking a little desperate.] But why? I-I'm not even an actor! I shouldn't be here!
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You shouldn't be here? I-I shouldn't be here either! Nobody should be here!
[THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE US KILL PEOPLE.]
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[PLEASE TELL HIM THAT THEY DO.]
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F-for the, uh, for the... Not for like, a laugh or anything, heh, that would be silly...
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[Hey Billy, you are talking to a guy who's really broke and couldn't even imagine getting a voice coach, much less for a laugh.]
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[He's not exactly well-off, but he's also pretty unscrupulous about how he gets funding so.]
Anyway, it's uh- ...Nevermind. I'm, um. Billy.
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[Looks back at the rules. Yeah maybe it would have been nicer to have met in better circumstances.]
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[Also looks back at the rules. Awkward losers being awkward next to each other, I guess.]
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M-maybe once the workers get here, we can explain that we don't belong here and we can go home? We aren't actors after all. We don't belong in a place like this.
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[he blinks hard and nervously, flinching like the words themselves are sandpaper.]
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