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Post by sascrotch on Oct 27, 2009 20:23:13 GMT -5
Okay, this is one of my plays. I know you probably aren't fans of Panic! At The Disco, but I am, and this is a play based on their first album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
I'll post when I can, so for now, enjoy the first two scenes!
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Post by sascrotch on Oct 27, 2009 20:26:28 GMT -5
A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out A semi-original play by Josh Shepard Scene 1 Curtains are down, all is dark. A lone figure walks onto the stage, lit by a spotlight. The figure wears a ringleader’s outfit and walks confidently to center stage. He takes off his top hat and bows to the crowd, then turns around and gestures for the curtains to raise. As they do, a park scene is revealed, with a few couples enjoying the outdoors at dusk. The figure stays turned until the curtain is completely up, then turns quickly back to face the audience, pointing a finger out to them. Figure (singing): Sit tight I’m gonna need you to keep time, c’mon just snap, snap, snap those fingers for me! Good, good, now we’re making some progress, c’mon just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat! As he begins singing, the couples in the park begin to dance. After this first verse, he slowly walks backward into the scene and begins walking around between them, occasionally dancing as well Figure (singing) : And I believe this may call for a proper introduction and well…Don’t you see? I’m the narrator and this is just the prologue! Swear we’ll shake it up if you swear to listen, oh we’re still so young and desperate for attention and I swear to be your eyes - trophy boys, trophy wives! Swear we’ll shake it up if you swear to listen, oh we’re still so young and desperate for attention and I swear to be your eyes - trophy boys, trophy wives! Applause, applause! No, wait, wait…Dear studio audience, I’ve an announcement to make. It seems the artists these days are not what you think, so we’ll pick back up on that on another page And I believe this may call for a proper introduction and well…Don’t you see? I’m the narrator and this is just the prologue! Swear we’ll shake it up if you swear to listen, oh we’re still so young and desperate for attention and I swear to be your eyes - trophy boys, trophy wives! Swear we’ll shake it up if you swear to listen, oh we’re still so young and desperate for attention and I swear to be your eyes - trophy boys, trophy wives As the singing stops, the figure makes his exit stage right and the couples assume their original spots & begin talking. A few seconds later, the main characters walk in: Demetri and Rachel. They walk arm-in-arm to the bench at left center stage, then sit. Demetri: Look at that sunset! (points out toward the crowd. Then turns to face Rachel) It’s almost as bright as your eyes, Rachel… Rachel: (offers a weak smile, and looks down). Look, Demetri, there’s something I need to tell you… Demetri: Is it about your dad? Look, I know he doesn’t approve of us getting married, but you have to understa- Rachel: It’s not my dad. It’s….It’s something worse. Demetri gets a confused look. Rachel bows her head again, but Demetri reaches over and gently lifts it up to face him Demetri: What is it, then? You can tell me anything… Rachel pulls away and stands, turning her back to Demetri. She sighs, then begins to speak Rachel: I haven’t been faithful to you, Demetri. Demetri: (silent for a moment) What do you mean? Rachel: I’ve…oh God…I’ve been with someone else… Demetri: (standing) Been with? What are you saying? Rachel: (turning to face Demetri) For God’s sake Demetri! What else could I mean? I’ve been sleeping with someone else for the past two weeks! I feel horrible about it, and I just had to tell you before - Demetri: (raises his hand to cut her off) You’ve been cheating on me for two weeks? Rachel: Yes, but I - Demetri: I only proposed to you three days ago! Why wouldn’t you tell me this before? Rachel: I was afraid! And then when you proposed, I just got so caught up in everything that I lost myself! But I promise, I’ll change! Please don’t be mad… Demetri: Mad? Oh, no, I’m not mad. This is something far, far worse. Demetri turns and begins to walk off Rachel: (calling after him) Don’t do this! I love you, and I know that you love me too! Demetri stops and bows his head. He then slowly turns his head and looks back over his shoulder Demetri: I did… Demetri continues to walk away and exits stage right. Rachel slumps to her knees and cries into her palms. The lights fade out and the curtains close. End Scene One.
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Post by sascrotch on Oct 27, 2009 20:34:00 GMT -5
Scene 2
Curtains open to reveal an office scene - desks, cubicles, papers, business suits, etc. Demetri sits at a desk on the right, his sleeves rolled up, hair a mess, running his fingers though his hair and across his face as he tries to do his work. Other employees sit at desks or roam about doing their jobs. To the left is a wall and door labeled “ H.K. Bertram - Editor”. A man bursts through this door to begin the scene.
Bertram: Evans! (Demetri’s last name)
Demetri: (startled, drops some papers and spills drink) Uh, Mr. Bertram!….Yes? Um, sorry sir, I, uh…yes?
Bertram throws down a file on Demetri’s desk
Bertram: Would you care to explain what the hell this is?
Demetri: (opening the file) It’s the, uh, new layout for page 43, sir. I thought -
Bertram: Wrong! It’s crap, that’s what it is!
Demetri: But sir, I don’t see -
Bertram: Damn it Evans, I don’t think you CAN see! I haven’t seen this kind of half-assed work since you were an intern! Fix it, and fix it quick!
Bertram begins to walk back to his office
Demetri: But Mr. Bertram, sir, the deadline is tomorrow! There’s no way I can change this by then! Bertram: Well, then it looks like you’ll be working late tonight, doesn’t it? And, by God Evans, if I don’t have a decent looking page in my office tomorrow morning, you can kiss this job goodbye!
Demetri: But sir, I don’t think I -
In mid-sentence the door slams. Demetri slumps back in his chair, then angrily throws the file against the wall. He leans forward and rests his face in his palms. Another employee (Kyle) walks up, a smug smile on his face.
Kyle: Got a lot on your mind? (slaps Demetri on the back)
Demetri: Not now, Kyle, I’ve got a lot of work to do…
Kyle: Okay…say, me and the misses are having a little party tonight. You know, just a few of the guys from the office and their wives. I was wondering if you would like to….oh, that’s right, you haven’t got a wife…hahaha…(whispers) and maybe not a job for too much longer if -
Demetri: Damn it Kyle!(stands up and hits Kyle’s hand away) Don’t you have some ass to go stick your nose up? Or did you get tired of the smell already?
Kyle: Real funny, Demetri. But if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll ask Mr. Bertram if I can have your desk when you’re gone - better ventilation and all.
Kyle slaps Demetri on the back again, and again Demetri slaps it away. He sits back down and opens his laptop, then begins working. The lights fade out. Soon after, the lights fade back in, but only dimly. It is now late (the clock reads 11:35) and Demetri is the only one still in the office. He is working feverishly, stopping only to take a drink of what surely isn’t water.
Demetri: (to computer) Come on, come on! Okay, maybe if I put this over here….no no NO, that looks horrible. Damn, I am so fired!
In the low light, the ringleader figure slowly walks up behind Demetri and stops a few steps away
Demetri: Fuck this…I’m fucked anyway, so just fuck this (pours another glass)
Ringleader: Now that’s no way to get ahead, is it?
Demetri: (jumps and spills drink) Jesus Christ!…(turns around) Who…who the hell are you? How did you get in here?
Ringleader: That is of little importance, for I assure you, the truth of it is beyond conventional logic. No, the question here is what are you doing indulging yourself with cheap liquor with your life on the line?
Demetri: My life? Geez, freak, it’s just a job, who cares if I lose it….wait, how did you know about that? Security!
The Ringleader suddenly lunges forward and spins Demetri’s chair around to face him. Demetri looks shocked as the Ringleader’s face is now inches from his
Ringleader (singing): Stop stalling make a name for yourself, boy you better put that pen to paper charm your way out. If you talk it better walk it better pack your shit up with more than good hooks. While your all under the gun start talking ‘a sensationalist’ oh he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent. If you talk it better walk it better keep your mouth shut with more than good hooks while your all under the gun.
Background: Panic, meet the press…
Ringleader: It’s time for us to take a chance, it’s time for us to take a chance…
Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us seen or shrug us off your shoulders don’t approve a single word that we wrote. Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us seen or shrug us off your shoulders don’t approve a single word that we wrote.
I’m burning and I’m blacking my lungs, boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue.If you talk it better walk it better pack your shit up with more than good hooks. While your all under the gun start talking ‘a sensationalist’ oh he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent. Keep quiet! Let us sing like the doves, then decide if it’s done with purpose or lack thereof.
Oh and, just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A. indifference or B. disinterest in what the critics say..
Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us seen or shrug us off your shoulders don’t approve a single word that we wrote. Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines. Make us it, make us hip, make us seen or shrug us off your shoulders don’t approve a single word that we wrote.
Oh and, just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A. indifference or B. disinterest in what the critics say
As he is singing, he is rolling and pushing Demetri, Demetri is trying to find a way out, but the Ringleader always cuts him off. At the end, the Ringleader sits him back down and pushes him to his computer, and Demetri begins working again. As he is typing, the Ringleader takes his leave, fading back into the shadows
Demetri: You’re right. I need to do this. Hey, thanks for…(turns around, but no one is there)…everything…
Demetri rubs his eyes, picks up the bottle and looks at it. He sighs and then throws it into the wastebasket at the side of his desk and continues working. Lights fade back out. End Scene Two.
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Post by Viking Dong on Oct 30, 2009 9:12:11 GMT -5
Moar lad, moar!
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 5, 2009 22:11:06 GMT -5
More on the way, I promise
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 12, 2009 20:20:53 GMT -5
Scene 3
Lights fade on to show Demetri asleep at his desk. People are starting to arrive for work and take their places at their desks as well. Kyle walks in and notices Demetri asleep, so goes over to see what he was working on.
Kyle: (looking at Demetri’s computer) This is…good. Very good…
Kyle’s face is warped by a sinister grin. He grabs Demetri’s mouse and clicks.
Kyle: And…*click*…delete! Haha…not so good now, is it?
Demetri stirs, so Kyle hurriedly takes his leave, moving over beside his own desk. As soon as he’s there, Mr. Bertram walks in, in a particularly bad mood.
Bertram: Debbie, where’s my coffee? Cedric, get that article ready immediately! Kyle, wipe that stupid grin off your face and get to work…(turns to see Demetri asleep) EVANS!
Demetri: (bolts upright) Wha…? Oh, Mr. Bertram, uh…
Bertram: I don’t want to hear any excuses, Evans! Did you finish the layout or not?
Demetri: Oh, yes sir! I have it right here… (looks to computer screen & gets a confused look) Well, it was…just a minute, maybe it’s….
Bertram: Look! I’ll have none of your games today, Evans! Now tell me, do you have it ready now or not?
Demetri: (still trying to find it, finally slumps back in defeat) I suppose…not… Bertram: (placing hand on face in disgust) Well, Evans, you leave me no choice. Pack your stuff and get out.
Demetri: But sir, I swear it was just -
Bertram: Out, Evans! And before lunch, or I’ll have security throw you out!
Mr. Bertram retires to his office, slamming the door behind him. Demetri slumps back in shock, staring strait ahead. Kyle gets up and walks over beside him, the same stupid smile on his face.
Kyle: Ooo, tough break, champ. But hey, you tried.
Demetri: Are you really gonna start this now, Kyle?
Kyle: Hahaha…. (leans head closer to Demetri and speaks in a softer voice) Here’s a tip: next time be sure to make a copy, so people can’t so easily dispose of your work.
Kyle makes a clicking motion with the mouse and gives a chuckle and slaps Demetri on the back again. As he begins to walk off, Demetri stands and charges toward Kyle.
Demetri: YOU BASTARD!
Demetri tackles Kyle and a struggle ensues. A secretary goes and gets Mr. Bertram who tries to stop the fight unsuccessfully. Eventually, security is called and Demetri is escorted out.
Kyle: (yelling after Demetri) You’re a fucking psycho! I hope they lock you up you -
Bertram: Lockbridge!
Kyle: Yes, Mr. Bertram?
Bertram: Get back to work.
Kyle: Yes, Mr. Bertram.
Mr. Bertram goes back into his office. Kyle walks back to his desk, then stops and looks back toward the door, shakes his head, and sits down. End Scene Three.
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 12, 2009 20:22:43 GMT -5
Scene 4
Demetri is walking down the street, completely distraught. He stops to rest on a bench, burying his head in his palms. The Ringleader approaches from his left and takes a seat beside him.
Ringleader: You know what you have to do now, right?
Demetri: (head popping up) You! What do you want now?
Demetri stands and backs away a few steps.
Ringleader: So that’s how we thank people now? A pity…
Demetri: Look, I don’t know who you are, but you’d best leave me alone…
Demetri begins to walk off
Ringleader: We must punish Kyle for what he has done. You know that as well as I.
Demetri: (stops and turns) How did you know about….Dear God, are you stalking me?
Demetri runs over to a passing officer and pulls him over to the bench
Demetri: Arrest this man! He’s been stalking me! (points to bench)
Officer: (looks at the bench, then back at Demetri) The bench has been stalking you?
Demetri: What? No, the man in the coat and top hat! He showed up at my work yesterday, and now he’s back!
Officer: (looks at bench again) Look, buddy, that’s just a bench.
Demetri: Are you blind? He’s right HERE! (moves over to right beside the Ringleader and points with both hands)
Officer: Yeah, and he’s sipping tea with the Easter Bunny! HAHA! (begins to walk off) They don’t pay me enough to deal with these crackpots.
Demetri: (takes a few steps after the officer) Wait! Can’t you see….?
Demetri runs over to another bystander
Demetri: You can see him, right? RIGHT? Demetri shakes that person, then does the same to two or three more bystanders, all with the same results: looks of fear and confusion from the people. Finally, the Ringleader stands and walks over to Demetri, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Ringleader: Be still. They cannot see me - only you can.
Demetri: (quickly spins to face him) What? So, you’re just in my head? My imagination?
Ringleader: Well, it goes a bit deeper than that, but essentially…yes.
Demetri: I’m…I’m imagining it. Of course I am! No one dresses like that (points to ringleader) in public! HAHA! It’s all in my head! All in my head!
Demetri stumbles off stage left still mumbling about it being all in his head.
Ringleader: (sighs then looks up) If only he knew…(begins to follow, but stops when a lady carrying a bag of groceries walks by) Ooo, an apple! (plucks an apple out of the bag and follows Demetri offstage)
Lights fade. Reverse buildings into a psych ward room. Lights fade back in. Demetri is lying in a bed, a couple other patients to either side. A nurse wanders over to him.
Nurse: Is everything okay, Mr. Evans?
Demetri: Yes…
Nurse: And you haven’t seen this “Ringleader” fellow?
Demetri: No…not since I checked in…
Nurse: Okay, I’ll let Dr. Harold know and go get your medicine.
Demetri: Thank you…(nurse walks away)
Demetri rolls over onto his side. Behind him, the Ringleader enters, taking a careful look at his surroundings. He spots Demetri and walks over to the seat behind him and sits down. After a short while, Demetri rolls back over and sees him.
Demetri: Ahh! No, no please! Nurse!
Nurse: (running over) What is it Mr. Evans?
Demetri: He…he’s here! Right there! (points to chair)
Ringleader: (looking around) You checked into a mental institution?
Nurse: Mr. Evans, I assure you, there is no one there…
Demetri: No! He’s there! I see him!
Ringleader: This seems a bit drastic, really…(picks up some a reflex mallet)
Nurse: Mr. Evans, calm down and I’ll go get the doctor.
Demetri: Don’t go! Look! Don’t you see him?
Ringleader: (hits himself with the mallet, making his leg kick) Ah! Will you look at that…(does it again)
The nurse exits stage right to the protests of Demetri. Demetri turns to face the ringleader, who sets aside the mallet and interlocks his fingers.
Demetri: Just…just go away. Please.
Ringleader: I’m afraid I cannot do that. Not until our job is done.
Demetri: Our? Oh, no! Whatever it is, you’re on your own. Now go away!
Ringleader: (stands and turns and begins messing with the next patient’s I.V.) Again, I fear that is not part of the plan…a plan you WILL be a part of…
Demetri: I will not, you circus freak!
Ringleader (singing): (turns quickly and points a finger in Demetri’s face) Watch your mouth, because your speech is slurred enough that you just might swallow your tongue. I’m sure you would want to give up the ghost with just a little more poise than that. Or was it God who chokes in these situations? Running late? Oh, no he called in. Or was it God who chokes in these situations? Running late? Oh, no he called in.
The hospice is a relaxing weekend getaway where you’re a cut above all the rest sick and sad patients on first name basis with all the top physicians…
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes, to offset the pills you know you should take it a day at a time… Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes, to offset the pills you know you should take it a day at a time…
That’s when you stutter something profound to the support of the line and with the way you’ve been talking every word gets you a step closer to hell That’s when you stutter something profound to the support of the line and with the way you’ve been talking every word gets you a step closer to hell
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes, to offset the pills you know you should take it a day at a time… Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes, to offset the pills you know you should take it a day at a time…
I am alone in this bed, house and head She never fixes this, but at least she… I am alone in this bed, house and head She never fixes this, but at least she…
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes, to offset the pills you know you should take it a day at a time… Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes, to offset the pills you know you should take it a day at a time…
The hospice is a relaxing weekend getaway where you’re a cut above all the rest sick and sad patients on first name basis with all the top physicians…
A he ends the song, Dr. Harold enters stage right, with the nurse. The Ringleader exits stage left.
Harold: So, Mr. Evans, what seems to be the problem?
Demetri: He was here! He was just here!
Harold: (writing on his clipboard) Uh-huh. And is he here now?
Demetri: No…but he was just here a minute ago!
Harold: Hmm…nurse, give Mr. Evans his medicine, and alert me if ‘He’ comes back. Okay?
Nurse: Yes, Dr. Harold.
Dr. Harold and the nurse exit stage right after the nurse gives Demetri his pills. The lights fade out, then a dim spot light illuminates Demetri’s cot. He is tossing and turning, apparently having a bad dream, mumbling about how ‘He was just here…’. He awakes in a fright, and the Ringleader walks out of the darkness to his left.
Ringleader (singing): The I.V. and, your hospital stay. This was no accident this was a therapeutic chain of events..(stops singing) Enjoying your stay?
Demetri: (looks as if he is about to call out, but settles back) No…this place is horrible.
Ringleader: What are you saying? You do not find life amongst the mentally ill enjoyable?
Demetri: Not so much that as the place itself. It’s just like it’s..it’s..
Ringleader: Yes?
Demetri (singing): This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor! This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital!
Ringleader (singing): It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, it sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal, we deal…
Demetri (s): The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in.
Ringleader (s): It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, it sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal, we deal…
Sit back, just sit back, Just Sit back and relax. Sit back, just sit back. Just sit back and relapse again….
Demetri (s): Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!
Ringleader (s): Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
Demetri (s): Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!
Ringleader (s): Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
You’re a regular decorated emergency. You’re a regular decorated emergency….
Demetri (s): This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor! This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
Ringleader (s): It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, it sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal, we deal…
Demetri (s): The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in.
Ringleader (s): It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional, it sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal, we deal…
Demetri (s): Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!
Ringleader (s): Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
Demetri (s): Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!
Ringleader (s): Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
You’re a regular decorated emergency, the bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake. You’ve earned your place atop the ICU’s hall of fame. The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again. You’re a regular decorated emergency, the bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake. You’ve earned your place atop the ICU’s hall of fame. The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again.
Demetri (s): Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!
Ringleader (s): Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again.
Demetri (s): Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid!
Ringleader (s): Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again
The I.V. and your hospital bed, this was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events…
By end of song, Demetri has gotten up and removed his I.V. from his arm. The Ringleader has retrieved Demetri’s clothes and belongings, and they exit stage right.
Demetri: (while walking off) So, what’s this plan you have?
They exit and lights fade. End Scene Four.
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Post by Viking Dong on Nov 12, 2009 21:37:33 GMT -5
Kinda creepy, lol...
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 12, 2009 22:13:04 GMT -5
it's pretty psychotic and gets worse, just a warning
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 15, 2009 23:29:23 GMT -5
Scene 5
Curtain lifts to reveal a sort of ball scene - actually, it’s a company party. The people seen at the office are all there, as well as Mr. Bertram. Kyle and Rachel enter, stage left, and move over to the snack table.
Rachel: I can’t believe you made us late!
Kyle: Take it easy, I got us here, right? Now c’mon, let’s get out there and enjoy ourselves…(grabs her and pulls her closer) okay?
Rachel: (grins) Okay…
Kyle and Rachel kiss. Mr. Bertram approaches from the other side of the table.
Bertram: Easy, there champ! Let’s save it for after the party!
Kyle and Rachel step away from each other, somewhat embarrassed.
Kyle: Mr. Bertram! Enjoying the party? (shakes Mr. Bertram’s hand)
Bertram: Having a blast! (looks at Rachel) Say, I thought you and Evan’s were together?
Rachel: We were, but -
Kyle: (stepping forward) She’s with me now.
Bertram: (after a moment’s silence) I see. And where is Evans these days?
Kyle: I haven’t heard from him since he got fired last week.
Rachel: Neither have I. I’m beginning to get worried - Demetri always let his emotions get the best of him.
Kyle: (puts his arm around Rachel’s shoulder) I’m sure he’s fine. Probably found another job already!
Bertram: Hopefully one he’s better at than page layouts! (the three share a laugh) Hmmm…(looks at glass)..needs more sugar. (begins to walk away) Oh, yes, Lockbridge?
Kyle: Yes, Mr. Bertram?
Bertram: A word in private please. (walks to back of stage)
Kyle: Right away, Mr. Bertram! (looks at Rachel) This may be it! I may finally get that promotion! (pecks her on the cheek) Wish me luck!
Rachel: (as Kyle is walking away) Good Luck!
Rachel turns back toward the snack table and moves to get herself a glass of punch. A man in a large hat that he keeps dipped low to hide his face approaches behind her. He moves to her side, and begins gathering snacks. Rachel bumps into him.
Rachel: Oh! Excuse me!
Man: Oh no, please…(removes hat to reveal it’s Demetri) …excuse me! (bows in a dramatic fashion, sweeping his hat across the ground)
Rachel: Demetri! What are you doing here?
Demetri: Can’t a man enjoy a good party?
Rachel: This party is for employees only, you can’t be here.
Demetri: (picks up a cupcake) And yet here I am. (takes a bite)
Rachel: Demetri, I think you should leave before -
Kyle comes back from his talk with Mr. Bertram, a smile on his face.
Kyle: Rachel! I got it! I got the promotion! (moves past Demetri and embraces Rachel)
Rachel: That’s wonderful honey, but um… (nods her head in Demetri’s direction. Kyle looks.)
Kyle: Demetri? (steps in front of Rachel) What the hell are you doing here?
Demetri: (Stares at Kyle a short while, then looks past him to Rachel) This is who you cheated on me with?
Kyle: I guess some men just know how to keep a woman happy…
Demetri punches Kyle across the face. Kyle stumbles back a step, then runs at Demetri. Demetri sidesteps, grabs hold of Kyle’s shirt and belt and spins him into the snack table. Several others move toward Demetri, but he quickly pulls a pistol from his jacket and fires, hitting Rachel in the leg. Rachel falls to the floor, and everyone stops. Mr. Bertram comes running up and sees the scene and Demetri.
Bertram: Evans? Have you gone mad? What have you done to Ms. Stevens? Demetri (singing): Well she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention, Because that’s just ridiculous…ly on. Well she sure is gonna get it! Here’s the setting: fashion magazines line the walls Now the walls line the bullet holes…
The Ringleader runs in from behind Demetri and grabs his trembling gun arm
Ringleader (singing): Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh no! You’re pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong! Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh no! You’re pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong!
Demetri (s): (at Ringleader) Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention!
Ringleader (s): Give me envy, give me malice, baby give me a break!
Demetri (s): When I say shotgun you say wedding! Shotgun…
Ringleader & Crowd (s): Wedding!
Demetri (s): Shotgun!
Ringleader & Crowd (s): Wedding!
Demetri (s): She didn’t choose this role, but she’ll plat it to make it sincere so you cry…you cry!
Ringleader (s): (rolling eyes, throws hands in air) Give me a break!
Demetri (s): They believe it from the tears and the teeth right down to the blood at her feet. Boys will be boys…
Ringleader (s): (moving to a nearby employee, a male dressed in purple sequins) …hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams
Demetri (s): Give me a break…
Ringleader (singing): Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh no! You’re pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong! Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh no! You’re pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong!
Demetri (s): Come on, this is screaming photo op…. Come on, come on…this is screaming….THIS IS SCREAMING, THIS IS SCREAMING PHOTO OP!
Ringleader (s): Boys will be boys, baby! Boys will be boys… Boys will be boys, baby! Boys will be boys…
Demetri (s): (at Ringleader) Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention!
Ringleader (s): Give me envy, give me malice, baby give me a break!
Boys! Boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams…
As the song ends, Demetri begins to lower his gun. Mr. Bertram then storms out of the crowd and charges straight at Demetri. Immediately, Demetri raises his gun and shoots Mr. Bertram in the chest, knocking him to the ground. As the crowd rushes over to see to Mr. Bertram, Demetri and the Ringleader run out and exit stage right.
Kyle: (standing up amongst the crowd kneeling around Me. Bertram) He’s dead…After him!
Kyle and a group of other male employees run off after Demetri. By now, Rachel has been bandage up somewhat (during the song) and now limps over to a chair for support. The crowd is still in chaos as ambulance and police sirens can be heard and paramedics and officers begin to arrive. The curtains fall on the commotion. End Scene Five.
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 15, 2009 23:29:45 GMT -5
Scene 6
Demetri and the Ringleader are in the park. The Ringleader is sitting comfortably on the bench while Demetri frantically paces in front of him.
Demetri: Some plan this turned out to be…
Ringleader: It was never part of the plan to kill someone.
Demetri: The man came at me! Attacked me! What was I supposed to do?
Ringleader: Run? Duck? Flee? Not shoot?
Demetri: Well it doesn’t matter now because he’s dead… (forms a gun with his fingers and ‘fires’) BANG! Right in the heart. And now I’ve got the whole town after me…
Ringleader: If you would have stuck to the plan…
Demetri: What plan? The one where I shoot my ex and kill my boss?
Ringleader: I concede that events got out of hand.
Demetri: Out of control is more like it…
Ringleader: (standing) But I will NOT be ridiculed. The plan was sound. It was the execution that faltered.
Demetri walks over to the Ringleader and they stare each other down. Demetri finally concedes and slumps onto the bench.
Demetri: It was Kyle.
Ringleader: Pardon? (sits next to Demetri)
Demetri: The person Rachel had an affair with…it was Kyle.
Ringleader: (scoffs) Hardly a step up…
Demetri shoots him a look
Ringleader: (pats Demetri on the back) It was a compliment.
Demetri: Yeah…(bows head). I just don’t see ho she could have done this to me…
Ringleader: And to anyone else.
Demetri: Huh?
Ringleader: If she would do this to you, whom she swore she loved, who else would she betray?
Demetri: Are you saying she’s cheating on Kyle?
Ringleader: Are you hoping that she is? All I am saying is that it is hard to change one’s nature.
Demetri: What I hear is you calling Rachel a slut.
Ringleader: If the stiletto fits…
Demetri: (jumps up) What do you know? Everyone has their reasons!
Ringleader: (jumps up as well) And everyone has their intentions! But all too often the two do not fit the same mold.
All is silent for a few seconds.
Demetri: You’re wrong.
Ringleader: About what?
Demetri: About Rachel. You’re wrong about her.
Ringleader: Am I? You will learn, Demetri, that expecting the worst from people can save you from heartache…
Demetri: And YOU will learn that not everyone is as twisted as you believe.
Demetri begins to storm off.
Ringleader: You don’t know where she is!
Demetri: I’ll find her!
Ringleader: Sometimes you only have to go.. Half-way…
Demetri: (pauses) You’re wrong. And I’ll prove it.
Demetri exits stage left. The Ringleader sits back on the bench. Curtains down. When curtains raise, Demetri is walking down the street. Behind him is a flickering neon sign that reads ‘The Half-way Inn’. As he gets closer to the entrance, two people come out: Rachel and another man that is NOT Kyle. Demetri ducks behind some trash cans as the two stop close to him.
Rachel: Greg, that was amazing…
Greg: Just wait til that leg of yours feels better… (Rachel giggles and they kiss)
Rachel: I’m sorry I have to leave so early, but Kyle will get suspicious…
Greg: Kyle? I thought you were with some loser named Demetri?
Rachel: Well, I’m with Kyle now…and besides, it’s none of your business!
Greg: Haha.. and none of his either. (sighs) Come on Rachel, why don’t you stop dating hacks and be with a real man?
Rachel: (giggles and playfully pushes him away) Good night, Greg.
Greg: Yeah, yeah. Good night. And, hey, I’ll call you?
Rachel: ..I’ll call you.. but thanks. Bye!
Greg exits stage left. Rachel walks past the trash cans and Demetri runs out and grabs her, covering her mouth to smother her screams. He turns her around and slowly removes his hand from her mouth.
Rachel: What do you want?
Demetri: Who was that guy?
Rachel: None of your business, that’s who. (turns to walk off)
Demetri: (jumping in front of her) Well, it’s my business now, unless you want Kyle to find out.
Rachel: Like Kyle would believe you.
Demetri: Maybe not, but he would believe you.
Rachel: (eyes narrowing) What do you mean?
Demetri: (drawing his pistol) You tell me or I make you tell him. Rachel: (looks at the gun) Fine. Shoot me. Kyle will never know and will hunt you down like the mangy dog you are.
The Ringleader slowly enters the same way as Demetri did, scoping the scenery as he did in the hospital. He finally settles leaning up against a pole to a street lamp.
Ringleader: The truth can be hard to handle…
Demetri: (to the Ringleader) Who asked you?
Rachel: Who are you talking to?
Demetri: Nobody! (puts gun to her temple) Now tell me who that guy was.
Rachel: Why do you care?
Ringleader: (picks up a wallet and opens it, reading aloud) Greg Masterson, age 27, six foot three, one hundred ninety-five pounds, hair brown, eyes hazel…
Demetri: Damnit, will you shut up?
Rachel: Excuse me? You come here waving a gun in my face demanding answers and now you don’t want to hear anything?
Demetri: Not you! Look…(puts gun away) I know this is going to sound crazy, but there is someone over there leaning against that light post.
Rachel looks over there, but doesn’t see anything
Rachel: Demetri, if this is some kind of trick…
Demetri: It’s not a trick! I swear! He’s been following me ever since we…well…
Rachel: I get it…
Demetri: You do?
Rachel: (slowly backing away) All the stress has gotten to you. Losing me and then your job caused you to just…POP…snap and now you’re seeing people who aren’t there..
Demetri: But he IS there!
Rachel: I think you need help, Demetri. And until then, you just -
Ringleader: (moving behind Rachel) He’s telling the truth, Rachel. Rachel jumps, then turns around and screams. She begins to run, but Demetri catches her.
Demetri: No, wait, it’s okay…
Rachel: Keep that freak away from me!
Demetri: (to the Ringleader) She can see you now?
Ringleader: As clearly as you can.
Rachel calms down but stays near Demetri
Demetri: But why now? Why can she suddenly see you NOW?
Ringleader: I can be seen only by those I wish to be seen by. And if our plan is to work, you need to have credibility with someone…(looks at Rachel) … especially her.
Rachel: (looking back and forth between Demetri and the Ringleader) Oh my God…
Demetri: What?
Rachel: Demetri, he looks almost exactly like you…
Demetri: What? (looks at the Ringleader) Wow… I never noticed it… (steps closer) But he does…
Ringleader: It’s only fitting.
Demetri and Rachel both look at him, confused.
Ringleader: In so many ways I am you. Yet in so many ways I am not.
Demetri: Do you make it a habit to speak in riddles?
Ringleader: I find that straightforward answers are easier to get caught in, and I have no intentions on getting trapped by my own words.
Rachel: (staring at the Ringleader) So you’re…him? (points at Demetri? And he’s you?
Ringleader: Yes to the former, no the latter. Do keep up. This is not about me and you, rather him and I. And he…has something he wants to ask you.
Demetri: What? No, no I don’t.
Ringleader: I share your thoughts, and they say otherwise.
Rachel: (turns to Demetri) What could you possibly what to ask me?
Demetri: Well…I was just wondering… how many guys have you been with?
Rachel: Huh?
Demetri: You know.. How many notches in your bedpost?
Rachel: Oh, um….I wanna say, like….twenty-ish?
Demetri: Twenty?
Ringleader: Ish…
Demetri: You’ve been with twenty other guys?
Ringleader: Ish…she said twenty-ish.
Demetri: Whatever! (takes a deep breath, then gets a sly grin)
Rachel: What?
Demetri: So, when you were with these other guys… did you think of me?
Rachel: I don’t think that’s appro -
Ringleader: (steps close to Rachel and says into her ear) Answer him..
Rachel: Uh..wha…what was the question?
Demetri (singing): Well is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?
Ringleader (singing): When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress…
Demetri (singing): Well then just think of what you did, and how I hope to God he was worth it
Ringleader (singing): When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
Demetri (singing): I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck Ringleader (singing): Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Demetri (singing): Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of..
Ringleader (singing): Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat No no no, you know it will always just be…me
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
Ringleader & Demetri (s): So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
Ringleader (singing): So I guess we’re back to us, so cameraman swing the focus. In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off? Let’s pick up, pick up…
Demetri (singing): Oh now I do recall. We were just getting to the part where the shock sets in and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick
Ringleader (singing): And well I hope you didn’t expect to get all of the attention… let’s not not get selfish did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
Ringleader & Demetri (s): So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
Ringleader (singing): Dance to this beat! Dance to this beat! Dance to this beat!
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster! Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
Demetri (singing): I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck Ringleader (singing): Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Demetri (singing): Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of..
Ringleader (singing): Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat No no no, you know it will always just be…me
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
Ringleader & Demetri (s): So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close? So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
Demetri (singing): So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Ringleader (singing): Dance to this beat!
Demetri (singing): So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Ringleader (singing): Dance to this beat!
Demetri (singing): and hold a lover close!
Ringleader (singing): Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster! Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster! At end of song, Demetri and the Ringleader are on either side of Rachel, who is breathing heavily from the ‘excitement’. Demetri leans in to kiss her, but the Ringleader stops him.
Ringleader: No. We have work to do. Our plan has just begun.
Demetri: The plan can wait…
Ringleader: THIS can wait, the plan is now!
The Ringleader grabs Demetri by the shirt and pulls him away. They exit stage left. Rachel stands there, then walks forward and leans her head against the light pole as the curtains fall. End Scene Six.
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 20, 2009 23:01:02 GMT -5
Scene 7
Kyle is preparing a romantic dinner at home, waiting for Rachel to get there. As he puts a vase of roses on the table as a centerpiece, Rachel walks in.
Rachel: (stunned) Kyle, what is all this?
Kyle: (moving to take Rachel’s coat) Just a special meal for a very special lady… (kisses Rachel on the cheek) Where have you been?
Rachel: You know… out with the girls. (moves over next to the table) Kyle this is incredible! But why -
Kyle: There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.
Rachel: (turns to face Kyle) Really? What?
Kyle: Ah, ah! After the meal!
Kyle pulls the chair out for Rachel who sits. He then pours them both a glass of wine before taking his seat as well.
Kyle: (raising his glass in a toast) To us!
Rachel: (offers a half-hearted grin, and clinks her glass against Kyle’s) To us.
Kyle: Is something wrong?
Rachel: No, no I’m just…my leg…
Kyle: Do you want your pain medicine? (begins to get up)
Rachel: No, I’m fine. Please, let’s just enjoy this. (smiles at Kyle, who sits back down)
The two begin eating. After a couple of bites, Rachel speaks.
Rachel: What do you think is wrong with Demetri?
Kyle: Doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. Someone needs to put an end to him before he can hurt anyone else.
Rachel: Kyle, I’m serious!
Kyle: So am I! The man shot you, Rachel, and killed Mr. Bertram! He’s a plague on society.
Rachel: Maybe he’s just going through a hard time…
Kyle: Enough! Look, this is supposed to be a special night. Can we not waste it talking about…him?
Rachel: You’re right. I’m sorry… (takes another bite.)
Another moment of eating in silence. Then Kyle stands and walks over to Rachel.
Rachel: Kyle, what are you…
Kyle: (putting finger to her lips) Shh…I’m sorry, but I just can’t wait. (drops to one knee) Rachel…I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I feel we really have something, and I don’t want to let it go… (pulls out ring) Will you marry me?
Rachel : Kyle, I…I mean…
There is a knock at the door
Rachel: I should probably get that… (stands up in a hurry and goes to answer the door)
She answers the door as Kyle gets back to his feet, somewhat perturbed. At he door is the officer from Scene 4.
Officer: Rachel Stevens?
Rachel: Yes?
Officer: I have some questions regarding Demetri Evans. May I come in?
Rachel: Oh…please. (he enters)
Kyle: What is this about? Haven’t you found him.
Officer: I’m afraid not. We checked his files, and it looks like he checked himself into the Kiser Mental Rehabilitation Center earlier last week…
Kyle: I knew the man was crazy…
Rachel: Kyle, please! (turns to officer) Then how did he get to the party?
Officer: Well, it seems that the same day he checked in, he disappeared. Kyle: What do you mean disappeared?
Officer: According to the security cameras, he just walked out. Don’t know why nobody saw him or why he didn’t trip the security alarm.
Rachel: (under her breath) I think I do…
Kyle: (to Rachel) What was that?
Rachel: Oh, I said ‘I guess it’s true’. About him being crazy, that is.
Officer: And he’s still out there. Tell me, have either of you seen him since the party?
Kyle: I haven’t. Though I assure you if I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
Rachel remains silent for a moment.
Officer: (to Rachel) And what about you?
Rachel: Wha..?
Kyle: Have you seen Demetri?
Rachel: Oh…No, not since the party.
Officer: I see. I’ll still need to question you further, in private. You (points at Kyle) follow me.
Kyle follows the officer into the back room. Rachel makes sure that door has been closed, then grabs he coat and bolts out the front door. Lights fade. Rotate house scenery into cabaret scenery. Demetri is sitting at a table, the Ringleader nowhere to be found.
Demetri: Hey, you there! (at a server in black lingerie, who ignores him) You, in the black slut suit!
The server turns around angrily and approaches
Server: Sir, if I have to get my manager…
Demetri: If I wanted your lip I would have paid you for it. Now get me another shot of rum.
The server rolls her eyes and walks off. In the background, two obviously drunk male patrons are making a ruckus.
Male Patron 1: Woo! Look at the tits on that one!
Male Patron 2: Hey sweetie, can you drive a stick?
The pair high-five and continue the lewd remarks. Demetri gets up and walks over to them.
Demetri: I came here to unwind, not listen to your smut.
Male Patron 1: Yeah, and I came here for tits and ass not for your sorry face.
Male Patron 2: Fuck off!
Male Patron 1: Yeah, fuck off!
Demetri stares them down for a moment, then moves to a spot in the corner. The Ringleader enters the front door; close behind him is Rachel. They go to where Demetri was originally sitting.
Rachel: So, where is he?
Ringleader: Hmm…he was right here… (looks all around the empty seat, even under it and a coaster on the bar)
Rachel: Well maybe he left.
Ringleader: No, he’s here. Believe me… (scans around and finally spots him) There! In the corner! (points him out)
Rachel: What? Where? Oh, I see…
Ringleader: I wish you luck. (exits before Rachel can say anything)
Rachel: (sighs) Here goes. (walks over to Demetri and taps his shoulder) Demetri?
Demetri: (lifting his head) Grow tired of your plaything already? (smiles)
Rachel: (sitting down across from him) This is serious. The police are after you… they’re questioning Kyle right now. I snuck away, but I’m sure they’ll-
Demetri: How did you find me?
Rachel: Excuse me?
Demetri: How did you know where I was? Rachel: I didn’t. But that…man, the one who looks like you…he led me here.
Demetri: (scowls) That traitor. Where is he?
Rachel: He left. But this isn’t about him…
Demetri: You’re wrong. This is about him. And me.
Rachel: Look, Demetri, I know a lot has happened, but you don’t have to drown your sorrows in booze.
Demetri: (downs a shot) Who’s drowning?
Rachel: I just hate seeing you like this. .. I think you should get some help.
Demetri: Help?
Rachel: Turn yourself in and plead insanity! It’s the only way!
Demetri: (stands) I have my own way, thank you.
Demetri walks to the bar and Rachel follows. As they pass by the two drunks, they aim their comments at Rachel.
Rachel: (to Demetri) I’m just worried about you.
Demetri: Don’t be…. (singing) Now I’m of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name…As she sheds her skin on stage, I’m seated and sweating to a dance song on the club’s P.A., the strip joint veteran sits two away, smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime…daiquiri…
And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? I’m exactly where you’d like me you know…Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? I’m exactly where you’d like me you know…Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
The drunks shout a few more remarks at Rachel, and Demetri storms over to them, drawing his pistol. They shrink back nervously as he waves it in front of them, then slowly backs away.
Demetri (singing): Oh, but I’m afraid that I, well I may have faked it, and I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place Well, I’m afraid that I, that’s right well I may have faked it, and I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place The music stops and Demetri fires, shooting Male Patron 1 in the head. Male Patron 2 runs out of the building. Demetri turns back to Rachel, who is horrified.
Demetri (singing): And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? I’m exactly where you’d like me you know…Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? I’m exactly where you’d like me you know…Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety Demetri grabs Rachel and drags her onto the stage, pushing aside the dancer up there. He spins her around some, then pushes her off the stage, where the server girl catches her.
Demetri (singing): Oh, but I’m afraid that I, well I may have faked it, and I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place Well, I’m afraid that I, that’s right well I may have faked it, and I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place
And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? I’m exactly where you’d like me you know…Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? I’m exactly where you’d like me you know…Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety…. Praying for love and paying in naivety….
Demetri climbs off the stage, using his pistol to keep everyone at bay. Thr Ringleader enters again.
Ringleader: (looking around) You live to make life miserable for yourself…
Demetri: I live to make life bearable.
Ringleader: (pauses) Fair enough. But come, we must not tarry in one place for too long.
Demetri follows the Ringleader out. Rachel gathers herself as the other patrons set to calling the police and paramedics. Soon, she too exits and the Curtains fall. End Scene Seven.
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Post by sascrotch on Nov 20, 2009 23:01:34 GMT -5
Scene 8
Demetri and the Ringleader are back in the park. Demetri is on the bench and The Ringleader is messing with the leaves on a tree. After a little while, Demetri speaks up.
Demetri: Why?
Ringleader: (still playing with the leaves) Why what?
Demetri: Why did you let her know where I was?
Ringleader: (sighs and turns around) Because she asked me, and I don’t lie.
Demetri: But you have no problem ruining people’s lives?
Ringleader: Your life was ruined long before I stepped in.
Demetri shoots the ringleader a piercing gaze, then crosses his arms and turns away in a huff. The Ringleader bows his head, then takes a seat next to Demetri on the bench.
Ringleader: There are some… facts that you should know.
Demetri: (dryly) Like what?
Ringleader: She talked to me. Rachel, that is. She informed of something I think best for me to share with you.
Demetri: Are you gonna tell me or not?
Ringleader: (bows head) Promise me that you won’t overreact.
Demetri: I wish I could…
Ringleader: It is imperative that you do not ruin the plan with rash behavior! I’ll forgive you your previous offenses, but more is at stake now.
Demetri: (nods) Just tell me.
Ringleader: (stares at Demetri) Okay. But I warned you. (he stands) Rachel and Kyle are getting married. (he walks over to the fountain)
Demetri: (getting up as well) What? Married? Ringleader: If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself.
Demetri: This is ridiculous! What is she thinking?
Ringleader: Perhaps she isn’t… (looks sharply at Demetri) like other people I could mention.
Demetri: (returns the glare) Excuse me for not having my wits about me, I do happen to be talking to my imagination.
Ringleader: And there’s your problem! The sooner you embrace the fact that I am so much more than that, the sooner the plan can unfold!
Demetri: To Hell with your plan! I don’t want anything to do with it anymore. In fact….I have a new plan.
Ringleader: I can’t wait to hear this masterpiece, Michelangelo.
Demetri: I want to ruin her.
Ringleader: What?
Demetri: Rachel. I want to make her life miserable. I want to destroy her as she destroyed me.
Ringleader: (places hand on face and pauses in thought) You’re sure?
Demetri: More than ever.
Ringleader: And you will assume responsibility for everything.
Demetri: Of course not. I’ll tell everybody the man in the top hat made me do it. (smiles)
Ringleader: (smiles back) I like the way you think. Okay. If there will be chaos, I’m in. (stretches hand out to Demetri)
Demetri: (firmly shakes the Ringleader’s hand) Great. Let me tell you phase one.
The two walk off and curtains are dropped. When curtains are raised, it’s at Rachel & Kyle’s wedding. It is all set to begin. Kyle stands at the altar nervously and the wedding march begins to play. Rachel enters in her wedding dress and makes it to the altar. The ceremony begins.
Preacher: We are gathered here today to-
Demetri bursts in, marching proudly up the aisle about halfway
Demetri: (while walking) To witness a romance built on desperation, a passion built in a haste and born from the want of true intimacy. It is a disease you created yourself, a sickness you will try to escape, but will ever be a fever you can’t sweat out. (Grabs a rose off a nearby woman’s hat) For I fear there is no cure (takes a sniff of the rose) for being a whore.
Kyle takes a step forward in anger, but Rachel stops him. The crowd murmurs to themselves, the noise steadily growing louder until Demetri pulls his trusty pistol and fires into the air. All goes deathly silent. The Ringleader enters, and everyone reacts, so can obviously see him.
Man In Crowd: Who are you?
Ringleader: (pauses, then grins) I’m the fever.
Rachel: What do you want?
Demetri: To tell a story…
Kyle: What are you on about, Demetri?
Demetri (singing): Oh, well imagine as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor…
Ringleader (singing): And I can’t help but to hear…
Demetri (singing): No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words. What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding says a brides maid to a waiter…
Ringleader (singing): And yes, but what a shame. What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore.
Demetri (singing): And I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a Goddamn door, no. It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Ringleader (singing): I’d chime in, “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a Goddamn door, no. It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of….
Demetri (singing): Well in fact, well I’ll look at it this way, I mean technically the marriage is saved. Well this calls for a toast so, pour the champagne…
Ringleader (singing): Oh, Well in fact, well I’ll look at it this way, I mean technically the marriage is saved. Well this calls for a toast so, pour the champagne, pour the champagne.
Demetri (singing): And I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a Goddamn door, no. It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Ringleader (singing): I’d chime in, “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a Goddamn door, no. It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Several circus characters enter and begin to dance around the church. Everyone in the crowd is a bit nervous.
Demetri (singing): And I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a Goddamn door, no. It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Ringleader (singing): I’d chime in, “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a Goddamn door, no. It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
The circus characters continue to dance until the music stops, then they all drop to the floor. Kyle, shoves Rachel away and charges at Demetri. The Ringleader steps up and knocks Kyle cold with his cane.
Demetri: (to Rachel) This is only the beginning. Know that you will never get rid of me.
Demetri and the Ringleader make their exit through the way they entered. The circus character slowly follow, leaving the original gathering stunned. Rachel falls to her knees and sobs as the curtains close. End Scene Eight.
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Demosthenes
Citizen of Fogger
Bleeeatch what!
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Post by Demosthenes on May 28, 2010 15:18:58 GMT -5
breath taking really i want more......naow!
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Post by sascrotch on Jun 6, 2010 20:44:53 GMT -5
Lol I should finish it soon, I only have like three more songs.
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