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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.
ya'll like jesus christ superstar, right
[The melody comes in slow at first, with a gentle piano to underscore the tension.]
Of course, everybody deserves a fair shot! So, hit me with it!
Mr. King, I am overjoyed
To meet you face to face
You say you have quite a name
All around the place
Master of the seas
Sailing 'round like a bloke
An impressive reputation...
Unless it's all a joke~
[The music suddenly becomes bouncy, as Captain Hook dances about, singing and taunting.]
So you are the King
You're the great Pirate King
Show me what great pirates do
Let's see how you lead your crew
That's all you need do
And I'll concede to you
C'mon, king of this ruse
Kingy, you just won't believe
The hit you've made around here
You are all I think about
You are the wonder of the year
Oh, what a pity
If it's all a lie
Still I'm sure that you can rock
The cynics if you try
So you are the King
You're the great Pirate King
Don't leave me chomping at the bit
Unless you wanna up and quit
If you prove you're all that
Then I'll eat my own hat
C'mon, king of this ruse
I only ask what I'd ask any superstar
What is it that you have got
That puts you where you are?
I am waiting, yes, I'm a captive fan
I'm dying to be shown
That you are not just any man
So if you are the King
Yes, the great Pirate King
Prove your title, draw your sword
Or else you'll leave me rather bored
Or has something gone wrong?
Why do you take so long?
Come on, king of this ruse
Hey, aren't you scared of me, King?
Mr. False Pirate King
You're a joke, you're a buffoon
It's my title and you're a goon
Just go away
You've got nothing to say
Get out, you king of the,
Get out, you king of the,
Get out, you king of this ruse
You, the pirate king? Hah! You're going to have do better than that, boy!
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I'll certainly give you that your improvisation skills are top-notch, Captain! Unfortunately, I cannot stand such an insult to my name, and as such...
[In comes some other music and... oh boy, looks like it's time for a retaliation. While dancing and posing dramatically, of course.]
♪ We have swept to glory
My pirate band's name is feared
From the southern tip of England
To the Queen we are endeared
Should you need a name to call me
Only "the Pirate King"
Will do, no other name
Could fortune and favor bring!
Ohhh, ohhh!
The Pirate King my name!
You do not believe I live to
The name I have chosen, but it
Is the name that best suits me
And the profession I best fit!
Should you question my pirate rule
I have only
A few words for you
No other name could do me proud—
The Pirate King is my name!
You do not believe I live to
The name I have chosen, but it
Is the name that best suits me
And the profession I best fit!
You have yet to see all that I can do
With an attitude like that
You will never see it all
In time you may have to eat your hat!
I am a proud leader
Of a proud pirate band
Though they may not be here
To you I will take a stand!
Ohhh, ohhh!
The Pirate King my name!
Ohhh, ohhh!
The Pirate King my name!
And you, sir, will not take this name I've made for myself!
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It seems, false king, that we are matched lyrically.
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[He still looks very pleased with the praise anyway!! He's pretty simple like that.]
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[The pleasantries must be put aside!]
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[But. Why would you be evil when you could just be moderately bad???]
Well, whether or not it's a title you deserve it's mine. I claimed it first.
[i'm sorry]
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[HE'S A VILLAIN DAMNIT]
Well, now I have stolen it for myself. No backsies.
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You— You can't just steal it like that! There's probably some sort of process and it probably involves paperwork or something of the sort.
[are you guys five]
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Pirates do not do paperwork.
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[HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE]
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[all hail]
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[the more you say it, the more true it is!!]
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[how is that nearly as important as slander]