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02 March 2006 @ 02:09 pm
Teh Production  
The big night had finally arrived, and Don was scared shitless. He didn't even know if his lead actors would show, but even if they didn't the show would still go on. Costumes were being sown together at the last seconds, some scenary was wobbly, and his lead electrician was afraid of heights! This would be an interesting show indeed.

But even through his fright, Don kept as calm an air as he could, the perfect image of control. He picked up his megaphone and said to everyone backstage, "OK! Let's get this show on the road - if not for yourselves, then for the anxious audience awaiting you!" Don had gotten a peak through the curtains earlier, and the seats were packed full of students, parents, and even teachers! The drama program barely had enough money to rent out the stage, so this would be the only performance and it was either going to be a success or a complete flop.

Don had asked the short teacher, Hitsugaya, to assist him in stage management because Don knew that he would be preoccupied with many things during the show and the help would be necessary. The little guy did know how to handle rowdy teens, something Don had trouble with every once in awhile.

Everyone rushed to their places with their brows furrowed in worry while Don took his tall director's seat just off-stage. If things didn't go according to plan, he could always take centerstage... he knew all the lines, after all...

((So this is how it'll work. I'll put up like 2 or 3 scenes every day (or at least try to), and don't worry it won't be the entire play. Only the more interesting ones will pop up. Audience members can butt in with comments WHENEVER you please, reply to the part that SO inspires you and the cast or crew will either ignore or respond, whatever they choose. I'm putting up more than one at a time so that everyone can participate at once and if a scene dies in the process of waiting for an actor to respond, we can continue with something else. Any student can just claim a crew member spot and wreak havoc whenever they choose, or just be a good crew member and help someone put up a costume or save someone from falling lights and scenary. Any questions? email me @ ThLiLMermaid@cs.com and i'll try to figure them out.))

((I tried to make them short, so pleeeease participate. If you can't, then you can have someone else take your role, just let us know that you want someone else to take over because I am SURE there are a lot of people who'd enjoy multiple roles!))

((HAVE FUN!!! GO CRAZY!!!))

((EDIT: Yeah, I know it's not all in order. But don't worry about that... I'm choosing scenes based on who's participating so the people who are can have more to work with... just pretend it's all in order.))


Two households both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay out scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."


Mercutio
Nay gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Romeo
Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Mercutio
You are a lover, borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.

Romeo
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft,
To soar with his light feathers; and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

Mercutio
And to sink in it should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Romeo
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in. [Puts on a mask.]
A visor for a visor. What care I
What curious eye doth quote deformaties?
Here are the bettle browns shall blush for me.

Benvolio
Come knock and enter, and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.

((Side-note... Vaizord = Visor-ed?! Was Kubo Tite using English???))



Juliet
What's he that follows here that would not dance?

Nurse
I know not.

Juliet
Go ask his name - if he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.

Nurse
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.

Juliet
My only love sprung from my only hate,
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.

Nurse
What's this, what's this?

Juliet
A rhyme I learned even now
Of one I danced withal. [A call within, Juliet.]

Nurse
Anon, Anon!
Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.


Tybalt
Gentlemen, good den; a word with one of you.

Mercutio
And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something, make it a word and a blow.

Tybalt
You shall find me apt enough to that sir, an you will give me occasion.

Mercutio:
Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Tybalt
Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.

Mercutio
Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick, here's that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!

Benvolio
We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze upon us.

Mercutio
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

[Enter Romeo.]
[We'll skip a few lines to get to the good stuff, here's one line for a main gyst.]

Tybalt
Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this - thou art a villain.

Romeo
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting - villain am I none.
Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not.

Tybalt
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.

Mercutio
O calm, dishonorouable, vile submission!
Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws.]
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

Tybalt
What wouldst thou have with me? [Draws.]

Romeo
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Mercutio
Come sir, your passado. [They fight.]

Romeo
Draw Benvolio, beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage.
Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
Hold Tybalt. Good Mercutio-
[Tybalt thrusts Mercutio, and exits with other Capulets.]



Mercutio
I am hurt.
A plague a both your houses, I am sped.
Is he gone and hath nothing?

Benvolio
What, art thou hurt?

Mercutio
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry 'tis enough.
Where is my page? Go villain, fetch a surgeon.

Romeo
Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.

Mercutio
Not 'tis so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plauge a both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.

Romeo
I thought it all for the best

Mercutio
Help me into some house Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plauge a both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me, I have it,
And soundly too. Your houses!

[Once again, changed for convenience. Mercutio dies onstage.]

Benvolio
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead.
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

[Enter]
Tybalt
Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.

Romeo
This shall determine that.
[They fight; Tybalt falls.] Dead, that is.

Benvolio
Romeo away, be gone.
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amazed, the Prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away.

Romeo
O I am fortune's fool!



Paris
Happily met, my lady and my wife.

Juliet
That may be sir, when I may be a wife.

Paris
That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.

Juliet
What must be shall be.

Friar Laurence
That's a certain text...


Paris
Come you to make confession to this father?

Juliet
To answer that, I should confess to you.

Paris
Do not deny to him that you love me.

Juliet
I will confess to you that I love him.

Paris
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

Juliet
If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

Paris
Pour soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

Juliet
The tears have got small victory by that,
For it was bad enough before their spite.

Paris
Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report.

Juliet
That is no slander sir, which is a truth,
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Paris
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it.

Juliet
It may be so, for it is not mine own.


Juliet
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yound pomegranate tree,
Believe me love, it was the nightingale.

Romeo
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Juliet
Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.

Romeo
Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon gray is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow.
Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads;
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come death, and welcome, Juliet wills it so.
How is't my soul? Let's talk; it is not day.

Juliet
It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
O now I would they had changed voices too,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray.
Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day.
O now be gone; more light and light it grows.

Romeo
More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.

[Enter Nurse]
Nurse
Madam.

Juliet
Nurse.

Nurse
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
The day is broke, be wary, look about.
[Exit]

Juliet
Then window let day in, and let life out.

Romeo
Farewell, farewell. One kiss, and I'll descend.
[Goes down by the ladder]

Juliet
Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay husband, friend?
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
 
 
 
Yamada Hanatarou: ninja!Hananurse_boyo on March 3rd, 2006 12:35 am (UTC)
Hanatarou was up in the control room. He looked down at the audience, amazed how there were so many people, "Wow...."

His ears perked as he heard a voice through his headphones telling him that they were going to start soon and that he should be ready. His eyes concentrated on the light board and the curtains.

Let the show begin.
faux_paw on March 3rd, 2006 07:28 am (UTC)
Kon crossed to center stage with long, deliberate steps. He was incredibly nervous, but refused to let it show. Maaaaaan...that was a friggin' big audience.

Taking a deep breath, he addressed the crowd with a low, but clear voice, sounding more like Kurosaki Ichigo than he really wanted to.

"Two households both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay out scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean."

The last line was ground out in a menacing tone, and he paused to gauge the audience's reaction. Good, they were hooked into the story already. Solemnly, he continued

"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife."

A morose inclination of his head to his audience-- there was nothing sexy about teenagers dying; this play was a tragedy, more so than a romance.

"The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

Kon finished with a solemn, sweeping bow, then exited stage left. Once backstage, he did a little dance. I rock!
Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 3rd, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)
Mizuiro ran around hastily, searching for his costume and making sure he wouldn't miss the moment of his entrance.

However, he had watched the opening narration with much interest, and before running off to do all of his tasks, he gave the narrator a fleeting and casual, "Nicely done, Ichigo!"
faux_paw on March 7th, 2006 09:00 am (UTC)
Freezing in mid happy-dance, Kon shot a scathing glare at Mizuiro, but the guy had already run off in another direction. Kon scowled; Ichigo wasn't going to get the credit for his amazing performance, was he? He stalked to the dressing area and caught a glance of himself in a convenient mirror. Argh, he looked even more like the guy he certainly was not. Kon's scowl deepened at the thought, irritating him more in the process.

Wait... Ichigo hadn't shown up yet, and they still needed a Romeo!
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kanonballs: bitch!kanonballs on March 6th, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC)
Running up to the short man, Don said very quickly, "You-still-know-all-the-lines, right?" He panted for a couple of seconds and caught his breath to finish, "We-need-someone-on-stage-as-the-nurse-and-you're-the-only-one-small-enough-to-pass-off-as-Rukia!"

Before waiting for any kind of response, he pulled the nurse's cap out of his pocket and placed it on the solemn man's head, ruining his white spikes in the process and handing him a plain-looking grey dress. There was no doubt in Don's mind that Hitsugaya was the same size as Rukia. Don would have run onstage himself but it would be even more obvious that they had changed up the actor and Don would have been extremely embarassed to play the nurse! He was just too manly to be playing a nurse and it may ruin his reputation! For shame.

"HURRY!" He hissed insistently, jumping up and down a little.
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kanonballskanonballs on March 7th, 2006 07:04 am (UTC)
What choice did he have but to say yes... or go out there himse- NO!

"Deal!" he exclaimed, "But... promise me you'll wear the cap and try to speak in a higher voice?? What about wearing an apron?!" Don was still hopping from foot to foot, peaking out to the stage every other second. He hated giving in more than anything, but there was no time! "The part is one of a female nurse, after all!"
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kanonballs: Happy!kanonballs on March 7th, 2006 09:07 pm (UTC)
A single tear formed in Don's eye as he finally gave in. He played it off by laughing loudly.

"Bohahahaha!!! You know I was just kidding, Toushirou! Of course you can go out there in a suit... Geez, you always take things so seriously!" he ended by giving the young man a little shove toward the stage, giving him a fake smile as he did so.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 3rd, 2006 09:44 pm (UTC)
Orihime's heart was pounding as she smoothed her costume; all white and silver. It was beautiful.

She had just finished an exchange with "Romeo" and then gone upstage to where her "mother" was. Now she was back in centerstage with the nurse and had just asked who several people where.

Her heart wasn't pounding because she didn't know her lines but it had not stopped since she had first stepped into the stage lights.

"What's he that follows here that would not dance?" she asked Rukia, who was playing as the Nurse, voice soft but still clear enough to carry.

Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 5th, 2006 07:32 pm (UTC)
Mizuiro was pretty excited when one of his parts came up. Getting to see Orihime dressed in such an amazing costume (Yumichika knew what he was doing, after all) simply blew him away. He held back his longing to embrace her right on the stage and instead stood calmly.

"Happily met, my lady and my wife," he said, giving Orihime a very bright smile.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 01:46 am (UTC)
It was hard not to blush when Mizuiro was opposite her - especially when remembering his kind words.

She smiled back, but it was hesitant and almost a little forced - she was "married" to "Romeo" and facing the man her father would have her marry.

"That may be sir, when I may be a wife." she answered quietly, calmly, folding her hands in front of her and not quite meeting his eyes.
Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC)
Fighting against all temptation, Mizuiro forcibly changed his smile from beaming to somewhat faltering. Remember, he told himself, right now, your fiancee appears less than happy about the upcoming marriage.

"That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next," he added, tilting his head to look Orihime in the eye.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)
She avoided his eye, looking down at the ground. "What must be shall be." Her hesitant smile had dissapeared and was replaced with a careful, quiet expression as the "Friar" spoke his lines.

Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 06:06 am (UTC)
After the Friar had mumbled - well, mumbled as much as being on stage would allow - his line, Mizuiro's faltering smile dissipated even more.

"Come you to make confession to this father?"
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 06:19 am (UTC)
"To answer that, I should confess to you." Orihime quickly answered, moving more towards the Friar but only by a step.
Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 06:23 am (UTC)
Mizuiro had never paid very close attention to Paris's role in Romeo and Juliet before, but he was just beginning to see how much of a creep this guy was. No wonder Juliet chose Romeo, he thought amusedly.

To emphasize the slimy nature of dear Paris, Mizuiro smiled in a manner that oozed of presumptuousness and confidence. "Do not deny to him that you love me," he crooned.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 06:33 am (UTC)
"I will confess to you that I love him." A quick, but unsure smile, still trying to not quite meet his eyes. Orihime let a hand drift to her skirt, clutching it uncertainly.


Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 06:35 am (UTC)
Mizuiro gave a slight abashed expression, then quickly went back to the pompous nature that befit Paris. "So will ye, I am sure, that you love me," he stated in response.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 06:38 am (UTC)
"If I do so, it will be of more price," she said, the smile fading and her voice becoming a little hoarse. "Being spoke behind your back, than to your face." She made even more of an effort to not look at him at all, but more towards the audience.
Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 07:01 am (UTC)
Mizuiro reached out for Orihime's face and stroked her cheek gently. "Pour soul," he murmured, "thy face is much abused with tears."
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 07:05 am (UTC)
She closed her eyes and turned her head away before opening them again.

"The tears have got small victory by that," she said, smiling depreciatingly. "For it was bad enough before their spite."
Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 07:07 am (UTC)
Mizuiro frowned irritatedly. "Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report," he reprimanded, almost in the manner of a parent scolding a disbehaving child.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 07:10 am (UTC)
Her eyes widened and lips parted for a moment, before she took another step back.

"That is no slander sir, which is a truth," she stated, smile gone. "And what I spake, I spake it to my face."
Kojima Mizuirothe_lady_killer on March 7th, 2006 07:17 am (UTC)
Almost bitter, his next line did not roll off his tongue quite as smoothly as the others had.

"Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it," Mizuiro spat in a slightly disapproving tone.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 7th, 2006 07:19 am (UTC)
Her eyes fell again. "It may be so, for it is not mine own." she said softly, her face and voice sad.
Orihimeorihimeinoue on March 9th, 2006 06:29 pm (UTC)
Orihime and Ichigo entered the stage, from the balcony window that had been constructed by the stage crew. Her arm wsa looped around his and as they entered the lights, she turned to him as they walked to center stage.

"Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day." she said, almost pleadingly, then her voice took on a convincing tone.

"It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; nightly she sings on yound pomegranate tree, believe me love, it was the nightingale." she finished again with the pleading note.