Novel & Cerita Twelfth Night Act 3 Scene 1

“Didn’t expect to start with you.” “Yeah, me neither,” I muttered. “Don’t look so nervous,” he teased. “It’s just me.” “That’s exactly why I’m nervous.” He chuckled, low and amused. “Relax, Juliet. I don’t bite.” “Try not to, Romeo,” I shot back, earning a few laughs from the audience. Mr. Hales smiled. “Good energy. Let’s keep that. Page twelve — the balcony scene.” I exhaled and flipped through my script until I found the right page. My heartbeat was so loud it drowned out my thoughts. Then Adrian began, voice smooth and confident.

"Good, because all good thespians are able to extemporize when required to do so." "Er, I'm not one of those. I like men," Claire replied uncertainly, confused by his convoluted method of discourse. "Right. Of course. Anyway. The next scene is crucial to the plot. Titania is completely enamoured of Bottom. She falls to her knees in front of him and fellates him with gusto. Let's try that, shall we?" Claire was even more perplexed. "Do you mean that you want me to um, er...?"

Antonio got down from the bed and walked to her. “Did he just ignore us?” Olive, one of the blondes, whispered to the others. The three women watched the two speechlessly. “Are you trying to run away again?” Antonio said, playing with her hair, curling some strand up with his finger. He was so close that she could feel his breath over her, he irritated her. “Since your lovers are disgusted by my presence because I am a commoner, I think this is the right thing to do, the best thing for all of us”.

Playfully, he asked in a husky voice, "But do you want us to kiss, Lulu?" If voices could kill, his would be a lethal weapon. I swatted his hand away and rubbed my warm cheeks. "We'll fake a kiss, okay?" The game began very soon, and everyone got into position. I only had two scenes to play out—one when I was put into slumber by the spindle and another when I was woken up by the prince's kiss. After the first act, I lay on the bed and waited for the prince to arrive. Perhaps something was amiss during the story as I waited and waited but Colin never appeared. I slowly got more and more anxious.

Winter I ends with everyone (except for Marie) laying on the ground. The stage fades to black. Okay, now I have to do my part of the dance. Winter II begins playing and a sense of morbid innocence is shown through my character. There is only a spotlight on me, meaning that I have not seen anything. I do my leaps, turns, and playful banter. I try looking around but no one is there. Winter II ends with the lights revealing the stage behind me. Winter III plays and I am in deep sorrow. I dance around the monsters, trees, bushes, and sprites. Every articulated step is an homage to those whose lives have been lost. This is where I find Marie on her knees.

I gritted, the anger boiling within me seeping through every word. “Open your eyes, Rosalinda.” He held my wrist, shaking me vigorously with it. “Come to me. I would treat you right.” His grip was too tight, and I winced in pain as I tried to free myself from him. “You are hurting me. Get off me!” I yelled. *** ANTONIO “I had been anticipating to see you here.” A familiar voice spoke while I navigated the crowd in search of Diego. I stopped in my tracks and flipped my head to the side to see Nikkolai Petrov standing with a woman whom I assumed to be his wife.

He smiled at her with ease and took her hand. The countess did a curtsy to the male and had a dreamy look on her face. "Pleased to see you, Madame Cressa Vilethorn." "Likewise, Lord Chaol Dremurr." Asty could just stare at them from afar, somehow wishing that she was one on that beautiful red dress. But she knows she couldn't. A few moments later and the Night Hallows gathered around the fireplace. Othello and Asty watched from the corner of the room, away from their sight.

She shook her head and looked at the trio who were watching her with perplexed. "Oops, I forgot your real faces. Sorry, my bad. I thought I was arguing with my friends but I forgot that you're nothing but snakes." She snapped at Jennifer. Jennifer gulped the lump of guilt which was forming in her throat. Rosaline balled her fists in anger as she tried hard to keep her tears at bay. Jennifer noticed the redness of her eyes. She shifted her gaze towards Antonio who stood behind Rosaline. He shook his head in denial. Jennifer looked down. She then took a deep breath and lifted her head up. Rosaline became shocked as she saw her flashing her a smug smirk.

“Both of you.” I look away, admitting inwardly that I’m a little rattled by him. What on earth is his game here? Why is he focusing his attention on me, and clearly hitting on my little sister? Why – But before my anxious thinking can get too far, there’s a disturbance in the crowd that catches my attention. A man stumbles through, clearly drunk, shouting and laughing with his friends and knocking into the bystanders around him, who shove him away. Auden very suddenly appears next to the King, Vivi perched on his arm and Niall at his side. Peering out into the crowd, Auden assesses whether this drunk Delta is a problem. My stomach turns when I see that Auden’s face is grim.

No answer. "They're waiting for us," Vespera said, pointing toward the drawing room. "I know this play. Act 2, Scene 1: The Victimhood." She led the way, her stride confident, her heart a block of ice. They entered the main drawing room. It was a tableau straight out of a soap opera. Mrs. Thorne sat on the velvet chaise, clutching a handkerchief to her chest, looking pale and fragile. Lysander stood by the fireplace, nursing a drink, looking brooding and wronged.