Post by Eddie O'Flaherty on Mar 3, 2010 21:35:23 GMT -5
The show was about to start. Eddie sat in the tiny room of theatre seats, ready for the show ahead. A glass pane protected him and the rest of the cast from being seen by the audience and afforded them an excellent view of the stage, though the physics of it didn't make sense. The room sat house left of the audience, a room that didn't really exist in City High Theatre, but otherwise the building was how Eddie remembered it.
Eddie had dreamed all his life of being in Les Mis, and the time had finally come. He would be the best Javert ever! He sat in the front row of the tiny room waiting for the curtain to lift. One of his best friends, Alan, sat next to him. If there was anything in theatre Eddie had ever wanted to perform, it was the Confrontation duet between Javert and Valjean. Alan would no doubt be an excellent counter for him.
The curtain rose, and an opening song started. Somewhere in Eddie's brain he realized this wasn't Les Mis, at least the version from the real world, but in dreamland this was his production. A large kid in a toy soldier uniform sang onstage, and Eddie came to the realization that he was to be on later in the song, but didn't know his lines. The only part he knew was the Confrontation! He turned to Alan, looking for help.
“Hey! I need your script!” Eddie shouted nervously.
Alan turned to him calmly, care devoid from his face. “You shoulda went to rehearsal, man.”
Eddie was starting to panic. “I was only cast a week ago, I never had a rehearsal!”
Onstage, the song began to pick up and the audience began to get loud. Laughter filled the building, and the song went on about a girl in a white wig, though the toy soldier was singing that it was pink.
Eddie saw a group of his former friends sitting in the audience, and to his horror Jessie was there with them. He realized the group was mainly people that had been closer to her, people that he had lost touch with. One, Mike Ruebens, stood up and pointed at the stage.
“It's funny because it's not the right color wig!” he declared, the entire audience supporting his observation. Eddie was really starting to feel like something was off when out of the group an older gentleman stood up. Dennis Bell, a director Eddie had worked with as a kid (and had learned a lot from), stood up, a microphone in his hand. He lauded the performance, though it wasn't even over yet, and the audience cheered. Jessie turned and looked straight at Eddie. This was going horribly wrong!
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Eddie awoke, sweat covering the back of his neck. The fleeting images of the nightmare faded, leaving him with only a feeling of unease. He knew he would barely remember it in the morning, for which he was glad. His thoughts turned back to those of Jude, and he quickly and happily drifted back to sleep.
Eddie had dreamed all his life of being in Les Mis, and the time had finally come. He would be the best Javert ever! He sat in the front row of the tiny room waiting for the curtain to lift. One of his best friends, Alan, sat next to him. If there was anything in theatre Eddie had ever wanted to perform, it was the Confrontation duet between Javert and Valjean. Alan would no doubt be an excellent counter for him.
The curtain rose, and an opening song started. Somewhere in Eddie's brain he realized this wasn't Les Mis, at least the version from the real world, but in dreamland this was his production. A large kid in a toy soldier uniform sang onstage, and Eddie came to the realization that he was to be on later in the song, but didn't know his lines. The only part he knew was the Confrontation! He turned to Alan, looking for help.
“Hey! I need your script!” Eddie shouted nervously.
Alan turned to him calmly, care devoid from his face. “You shoulda went to rehearsal, man.”
Eddie was starting to panic. “I was only cast a week ago, I never had a rehearsal!”
Onstage, the song began to pick up and the audience began to get loud. Laughter filled the building, and the song went on about a girl in a white wig, though the toy soldier was singing that it was pink.
Eddie saw a group of his former friends sitting in the audience, and to his horror Jessie was there with them. He realized the group was mainly people that had been closer to her, people that he had lost touch with. One, Mike Ruebens, stood up and pointed at the stage.
“It's funny because it's not the right color wig!” he declared, the entire audience supporting his observation. Eddie was really starting to feel like something was off when out of the group an older gentleman stood up. Dennis Bell, a director Eddie had worked with as a kid (and had learned a lot from), stood up, a microphone in his hand. He lauded the performance, though it wasn't even over yet, and the audience cheered. Jessie turned and looked straight at Eddie. This was going horribly wrong!
***********
Eddie awoke, sweat covering the back of his neck. The fleeting images of the nightmare faded, leaving him with only a feeling of unease. He knew he would barely remember it in the morning, for which he was glad. His thoughts turned back to those of Jude, and he quickly and happily drifted back to sleep.
