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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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Might say the same thing to you, wandering around without watching where you're going.
[He'll just stand her and enjoy this moment. Surprises can come in a minute.]
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Whatever.
[A sigh.]
Do you know how to get out of here?
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[He smiles a bit, a tiny smirk playing at his face.]
Sarcastic as always. Not a good way to make friends, sister dear.
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Fuck you. How did you find this out? Who are you?
[Her anger doesn't change the fact that she at once looks tense, nervous and uneasy. This is sick.]
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[Like the creep he is.]
Mom's not right in the head sometimes, you know that, Natalie. She... created me, I guess you could say. I am your brother, Nat, I'm just... more around than I usually am. Ask me anything you want.
[Behind his cocky confidence, there's... a tiny hint of hurt in his expression. At the end of everything, he really is just a teenage boy who wants his family to work.]
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[It's said quicker this time, even more nervous. This isn't happening. It doesn't make any sense, and she refuses to believe him.]
I don't know what your problem is, but you need to back off. I don't have time for your sick bullshit, I need to find a way out of here.
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[He winces a bit, and in his pleading, just for a moment, sounds quite a lot like Diana.]
I know it's hard to get your head around, but I am Gabe, I'm your brother, and if we're going to get out of here, it'll be better if we work together.
[As dysfunctional as their family is, they are stronger together.]
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No. No, I don't have a brother. Stay away from me.
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[There's a worried expression on his face. As much as he's a tease, as much as he prods people, he really does love his family. He's the perfect son, after all.]
I'm not expecting sunshine and puppies, Nat, since when is anything in our family that way? I'm alive now, and I'm right here. I just want to be your brother.
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[She turns around, putting her hands over her ears. He can't be real, and if he isn't - is she going insane? Is all of this some bizarre hallucination? She takes a deep breath and starts walking away, muttering under her breath.]
I'm going to walk away, and he's not going to be there anymore. This isn't real.
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[He takes a couple steps towards her.]
You're not crazy, Natalie. Well, ok, no more crazy than any of us. Think about it, though. If something could bring you here, why couldn't it bring me too? It's really damn strange not having Mom around, but we'll deal, right?
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[Even if what he's saying, as impossible and horrifying as it might seem to her, is true... She doesn't want to hear his platitudes about working together and getting through this. Not from him, given the role that his memory has played for her through all these years. The one they wanted, the one she could never measure up to.]
Fuck you, you ruined- everything!
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Be mad at me. It's what our family does the best. Yell at me if it makes you feel better. I don't mind.
[He really just wants to be your brother, Nat. No asshole this time.]
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[That's the last thing she wants to hear now, even if she is putting the blame in the wrong place.]
I don't want to be mad at you. I don't want anything from you. If you want me to feel better or whatever, leave me alone.