fiction - brigits_flame - acting
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ACT 1, SCENE 1
[An apartment, sparsely furnished. JOHN enters. He appears weary and despondant. He collapses into a chair and sits for a moment, his face in his hands. He lifts the receiver from a phone, dials, then waits a moment.]
JOHN
Hey, it's me. The audition went really well - I got the lead. I know, right? It's this crazy experimental thing. I play an out of work actor who thinks he got a part in a play, but the whole thing is just in his head, and ultimately he becomes totally disconnected from reality. Yeah. No, I am happy, it's just...I got the part because my performance was just so amazingly convincing, and that kind of has me worried. Like, I can't tell if I'm just really in character right now, or if I've gone crazy and imagined the whole thing. Yeah. Yeah, I know. Okay. Thanks. Bye.
[John hangs up the phone. He looks thoughtful for a moment, then reaches down and picks up the phone cord, revealing that it is not plugged into the wall.]
JOHN
Damn, that's not a good sign.
[No, it isn't.]
JOHN
Oh, crap, that's not a good sign either.
[Indeed. John gets up out of the chair and nervously paces the room.]
JOHN
No, I'm too tired.
[Work with me here, John.]
JOHN
Go to hell.
[If that's how you want it, John. Don't say I didn't give you a chance.]
JOHN
What's that supposed to mean?
[Surrendering to madness and despair, John opens the drawer of his desk and takes out a pistol.]
JOHN
The hell John does. John doesn't give up that easily.
[John doesn't really have a lot of say in the matter.]
JOHN
We'll see about that. The playwright, realizing he has lost control over his only character, himself succumbs to despair. What was he thinking, penning this bizarre, self-referential mess?
[Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?]
JOHN
He's really written himself into a corner now. What possible satisfying ending can such a play have? What will he do now?
[John crosses his arms in challenge, a smug expression on his face.]
The camera pans back to reveal a harried-looking playwright in the next apartment staring blankly at his typewriter. Suddenly, both John and the playwright turn to face each other, though a wall prevents them from seeing one another. Creepy, discordant music fades in.
Well played.
The screen fades to black.
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Date: 2013-12-15 05:42 pm (UTC)Golly second and third readings are just as marvellous. I LOVE IT!!! Poor playwright.
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Date: 2013-12-16 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-16 12:56 pm (UTC)Otherwise head is working well but simply not making sense of my words! But yours this week were BRILLIANT... I really loved it. It twisted quite superbly - a bit like a Moibus strip.
I hope to return to BF ASAP!!!
Bless you for missing me! HUGS to you like crazy. MMMmmmmm!
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Date: 2013-12-20 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-21 10:29 am (UTC)And may I wish you A MOST HAPPY and ENJOYABLE of Festive Seasons!!! Have a Ball, if only a pretty decorated one! teehee XXXX
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