A Scene In A Play Novels & Stories

The community theater group was in practice doing a play without a script, only a series of cues: a Clause, a memory, a gesture. One of the actors remained motionless, palms open. She had forgotten her line. Someone in the wings called out, "Begin where it hurts." She breathed. "It hurt to be forgotten." A voice echoed from the other side of the stage. "So we remembered you in the system." The room froze for a moment. Then someone applauded—not as audience, but witness. --- 9:14 PM — Penthouse, Workroom A fresh printout danced on the table—delivered from an island that had just gone online through solar mesh. A sketch of Clause Fourteen: Labor is not weight. It is tie.

I do really love him even if I don’t act. “Oh, and I would also want to remind that there would be a kissing scene in the play, sorry, I mean, kissing scenes. There will be two scenes where you should kiss each other.” Miss Katelyn added. “W-WHAT?!” I wasn’t able to hide my emotion. Miss Katelyn looked at me. “You know, the theme of the play is romance so we can’t really avoid things like that. After all, that’s what the students wants to watch in a play.”

She screams, running over to their bodies. And in that moment, the curtain falls, signalling the end of the play. My eyes water slightly as a tear rolls down my left cheek before I quickly wipe it off, rise to my feet, and walk to the stage, where everything else will go down as planned.

“I’m not going to walk you to your class today; I have something to do. Don’t be afraid, just walk like you usually do. No matter what happens, do not react; keep walking. By the way, may I borrow my phone?” She handed it to me with shaking hands, then looked over at Victoria, and I almost gave in and walked her, but that would only defeat the purpose. The next scene in this play depended entirely on me not being there, though of course, I will be; she just wouldn’t know it, and neither would anyone else.

"I will give you three minutes to read and absorb the script. After the time is up, you four will perform the scene." She turned off her mic, and the timer started running at the top-right corner of the screen. Danice read the script on the monitor. There were four dialogues—one for each of them. It was a funeral scene. [1: Mother, why did you leave us so early? I haven’t repaid you for all the things you did for me and my siblings.

But Mom had a gleam in her eyes that spelled knowledge. "What do you know about this?" I inquired curiously. "They've been rehearsing the stage play all through the time you were ill," she explained. I nodded in understanding, that explains why it went over my notice. Impressed, I turned back to enjoy the play. The stage was set with a beautiful backdrop of a split–-screen: one side showed cartoon images of a broken family, with Maverick interpreting the role of a young boy caught in the middle, and Jared, his single father. While the other side showed a reunited family, with both mother, father and son complete in it.

People are still coming. ‘It's alright. Hello, Nneoma, how are you?' Romeo stretched forward to see Nneoma who had sat beside Gladys. Nneoma smiled 'Hi, Romeo.' 'How are you?' 'I'm fine, thank you and you?' 'I'm alright. The play should begin in the next few minutes,' he said glancing at his wrist watch. 'Have you seen the play on stage before? I mean Morountodun.' 'No.' They shook their heads.

I'm pretty sure I'll find peace and forget about their hate. Inside the hall was more glamorous than the outside, I got to see very many people. Some wore dresses quite funny that you couldn't stop laughing, I laughed so hard that my mate would pat me on the shoulders to stop. My laughter was part of frustration, I intended to laugh out my sorrows. It was time for the traditional movie acting, the lights slightly went dim as we awaited the play to begin, everyone's eyes were focused on the stage. My eyes wandered around me, staring at those around me, unexpectedly they fell on Constantine.

But now he's circling me slowly, and my skin tightens with awareness. "The scene is the climax of the entire play. Maya's character surrenders to her desires for the first time. All three of these men represent different facets of what she wants. What she's denied herself." Leo stands closest to me. The romantic interest. He's been my scene partner for six weeks, and I've memorized the way his hands feel on my body by now. Elias leans against the prop vanity, arms crossed. The antagonist. He's always watched me like he's already decided what he wants to do to me and is just waiting for permission.

Before Alexa could speak, zeta moved closer to her and whispered something to her ear and everything went dark. Alexa woke up later in a dark room with an alter and eight chairs, four on each side. She knelt in the middle of the room and her hands and legs were tied. Several minutes passed and she knelt there, wondering what would happen next. Then after about five minutes, some people walked in. Eight hooded figures and took their place in front of the chairs but didn't sit. Few seconds later, another person walked in and stood at the alter, then she said something in another language before they all sat down.