Drama Reading Novels & Stories

he added defiantly. “ Umm....” Ann stammered. “ Well, I suppose she can still have other friends, can't she? “ Daphne asked with a smug smile lining her rosy lips. “ Yes I suppose” Ann replied. “ This is definitely a coup” Richard said crossing his leg. “Never mind my brother, his talent is giving people discomfort Daphne whispered loudly. “I'm positive you know I can hear you Daph” Richard drawled. “Can I borrow your volume of Romeo and Juliet? I couldn't find any in the ladies book shop and the keeper had said it was too risqué and scandalous for the female audience" Ann asked turning to Richard.

Claire commented enthused by his passion. "Why don't we try a quick reading? Here," he said passing her a script, "just read these lines for me. Titania has just woken after being enchanted to fall in love with whomever she first sees. This is what she says to her new love." Eager to please, Claire stood with her legs apart and bare chest thrust out and, holding the script in her left hand, allowed her other arm to wave dramatically as she spoke.

As the seconds ticked by, Brenda gathered her courage and decided to face Damien. She walked back towards his office, but stood nervously outside, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and pushed open the door. Damien was sitting at his desk, engrossed in a piece of paper in front of him and as she approached, she saw that Damien was already reading the list she had left for him. Brenda’s heart sank. She had wanted to make her demands known, but now Damien was reading them without her there to explain herself and it terrified her somehow.

*** "So ... in the next month's festival, our class will hold a drama performance." The class president stood in front of the room and clasped his hands. "I have sorted the manuscripts that we are going to play. Our performance titled is 'Alexandria'. This is about the love of Mark Antony and Cleopatra VII. I think you all know the rest in history." The class president did not explain further. This was the first thing he said after the class over on the first day. There was noise from young nobles throughout the class. But no one protested his opinion.

By mid-morning, the buzzing in the halls had shifted. It wasn’t about the pool incident anymore, or Adrian’s smirk, or even Chloe’s glare. This time, the whispers carried something new, something lighter but no less consuming. When Mr. Hales strode into homeroom with his usual booming voice, he barely needed to raise his hand for silence. The anticipation in the air was already thick. “Students,” he said, sweeping his gaze across the classroom, “this semester, we’ll be reviving an old tradition. The drama department is staging Romeo and Juliet—a full-scale production. Registration for parts begins today.”

"I have a book of poetry with me. Perhaps I could read you a few poems?" Damon was hesitant at first, but he eventually agreed. "Very well, you may read to me if you wish." Diana got out of bed and walked over to Damon's side. She sat down in a chair next to his bed and began to read. As she read, Damon felt himself relaxing. Diana's voice was soothing, and the poetry was beautiful. After a few minutes, Diana finished reading and stood up to go back to her bed. "Thank you, Diana," Damon said. "That was very kind of you."

He’s holding two glasses of something sparkling. "One week since the wrap party. Some boring men would get flowers and chocolate. I built you an evening of theatre." "It says Act One is a dramatic reading." "Of the first scene you ever auditioned with, yes. I play all the other parts. I've been rehearsing accents." "Liam." "There's a Scottish sea captain in it now. He wasn't in the original text. I felt his absence." God help me, I love this ridiculous man. Haven't said that word yet.

He glanced around the empty bar again, then back at the book. “Alright… let’s see what else you got.” Adam flipped the page. _____ Episode 2 – Theatre Desire The air backstage at the Grand Marquee Theater was thick with the smell of sweat, dust, and anticipation. It was the final dress rehearsal for “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and the usual pre-show chaos had reached a fever pitch. Among the swirling bodies, two stood apart, locked in a tension far more intense than any stage drama.