Shakespeare\'s nervosity levels rise
> "Thank you," he said, taking a bow. He then walked briskly off
> stage, shoving the script in Shakespeare's direction.
> "Go ahead, *bard*," he sneered.
Shakespeare gulped as Keto walked past him. The performances today
had been immense. He'd been blown away. If this was the calibre of
acting that the Blue Dwarf contained, then when he produced his lesser
known play, Chance Perhaps: 2101 Edition, then it woudl finally get
the recognition and talent it deserved.
That left only one problem.
How on earth was he, a lowly writer, supposed to do as well as the
others?
He wrung his hands and looked back at Keto, who smiled smugly.
Shakespeare took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage, the
bright lights dazzling him and making the audience disappear.
Suddenly, it was as if nothing had changed, as if he was still a
dramatist working in England. The lights became an audience, quiet,
waiting for him to speak. He gained a sense of confidence, and looked
down at his script.
It was the main song lyrics and he was supposed to be reading for
the part of the phantom. He cleared his throat and raised a hand to
the air, before letting go of his anxiety.
"Sing once again with me
our strange duet...
My power over you
grows stronger yet...
And though you turn from me,
to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there - inside your mind..."
As he sang, he moved baout on the stage, gesturing at points of
stress with the song and ducking when his part required him to sing
low. As he hit the last note, he knelt in the centre of the stage and
held the pose as well as the note for ten seconds, before stopping and
standing.
His mentally created audience began clapping and he took a bow to
the mental people, before the scene changed around him and he could
see Stewie Mackenzie, sitting in his directors seat with a clipboard
and pen.
"Thank you Doctor Shakespeare, could you please send out the next?"
Shakespeare nodded and walked backstage, motioning for Alota to take
her go.
"It ith you turn in thy spolitght, Madame Viagra," he said.
He hoped he'd done okay for the show and he went over to Keto, who
stood still and was drinking some Coffee.
"It was good," he said to Shakespeare.
"Thank you, Charles."
"Mine was better though," said Keto grinning.
OOC - now your turn Alota. And yes Keto, you ARE evil.