Post by Barrel on Nov 27, 2007 20:53:59 GMT -8
Just an idea I had for a fanfiction. I'll probably change bits of it and, of course, make it longer, but this is just the beginning. I'd like your opinions on this one. WARNING! Lloyd, like Orin, has a language problem sometimes. Just a warning. It's not that bad yet. Just wait 'til later.
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Plot: The chaotic cast of Noises Off! perform Little Shop of Horrors under Lloyd's direction. Will they actually manage to get through a rehearsal without something going horribly wrong?
"No! Oh-oh, no oh-oh!" the girls finished as the curtain rose. They whirled around to point at the spot where the man playing Mushnik was supposed to be. That was the problem, though. He was SUPPOSED to be there. But he wasn't.
"All right, where in the BLOODY HELL is Selsdon!?" The angry-sounding voice echoed throughout the auditorium the group was rehearsing in. The voice belonged to the man who marched up the aisle. A scowl seemed to be permanently etched onto his face, and he was glaring at the trio of girls onstage. "Well?"
"Um..." Brooke, the youngest of the trio, bit her lip. "He's not here."
"I can see that!" the man snapped. He, the director of this production, was not happy that one of his older members of the cast was missing... again.
"Lloyd, calm down. We can just send Tim to find him. After all, he's not on for a few more pages," Belinda suggested with a small smile, then called, "Tim! We need you!"
The director- Lloyd- growled. "If he's out drinking again..."
"If who's out drinking again?" the stagehand and sometimes-actor Tim asked quietly as he cautiously stepped onto the stage like there were hidden land mines embedded in it. When he saw the look on Lloyd's face, he put two and two together. "Oh. Selsdon. Right. So... why did you call for me?"
"Go find Selsdon!" Lloyd snapped, eye twitching. Why did he continue to cast this pathetic group in his productions!? He'd never admit it, but he was actually fond of them and their various quirks. Like Selsdon's drinking, Garry's clumsiness, Brooke's bad eyesight...
"R-right away, sir!" Tim saluted Lloyd- why, the director did not know and didn't really want to know- and walked off the stage.
"God, I hate this freakshow..." Lloyd grumbled. "Well, might as well practice some of the other scenes. FREDDY! COME OUT! And girls, stay onstage."
"What's wrong, Lloyd?" the man with short back hair asked as he zipped up the leather jacket. Lloyd had cast Fredrick as Orin, and Fred intended to do a good job in the role.
"Selsdon," Lloyd snapped.
"Oh. So... why'd you call for me?" Freddy wanted to know.
"We're rehearsing your scene!" Lloyd swore that these actors pretended to be morons on purpose. "Just get the hell on that stage and act like the badass dentist you're supposed to be!" When Freddy hesitated, Lloyd roared, "GET ON THE FUCKING STAGE, FREDDY!"
"Okay! Okay! No need to yell!" Freddy sobbed as he climbed onto the stage. He was a sensitive guy, and being yelled at often caused him to burst into tears. Once onstage, he was surrounded by the girls, who tried to comfort him.
"Oh God... Freddy, badass men don't cry! Especially not sadistic ones!" Lloyd groaned, head in his hands. This wasn't going well. Not at all.
"I know, I'm sorry!" Freddy sniffled. "B-b-but you know I don't like being yelled at! I'm tryin' to do things right and there you go, just yellin' to your heart's content..." He burst into tears again.
"Oh Freddy, he's just grumpy again. Give him a few minutes, and he'll calm down and stop yelling," Belinda soothed, basically lying to poor Fred. She had no idea if Lloyd would calm down or not. She just wanted Freddy to stop crying because, well, none of them liked seeing him upset. He always tried to be so nice, and then someone goes and upsets him. Poor guy.
"O-okay. I c-c-can do that," Freddy said as he squeezed his eyes shut, his sobbing soon reduced to sniffling. "I mean, I hafta learn to deal with it if I get my part wrong, right?"
They had no idea. How could they? How could they know about the disasters that would happen that would lead to Lloyd's screaming and yelling, and their rehearsing well past midnight?
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Plot: The chaotic cast of Noises Off! perform Little Shop of Horrors under Lloyd's direction. Will they actually manage to get through a rehearsal without something going horribly wrong?
"No! Oh-oh, no oh-oh!" the girls finished as the curtain rose. They whirled around to point at the spot where the man playing Mushnik was supposed to be. That was the problem, though. He was SUPPOSED to be there. But he wasn't.
"All right, where in the BLOODY HELL is Selsdon!?" The angry-sounding voice echoed throughout the auditorium the group was rehearsing in. The voice belonged to the man who marched up the aisle. A scowl seemed to be permanently etched onto his face, and he was glaring at the trio of girls onstage. "Well?"
"Um..." Brooke, the youngest of the trio, bit her lip. "He's not here."
"I can see that!" the man snapped. He, the director of this production, was not happy that one of his older members of the cast was missing... again.
"Lloyd, calm down. We can just send Tim to find him. After all, he's not on for a few more pages," Belinda suggested with a small smile, then called, "Tim! We need you!"
The director- Lloyd- growled. "If he's out drinking again..."
"If who's out drinking again?" the stagehand and sometimes-actor Tim asked quietly as he cautiously stepped onto the stage like there were hidden land mines embedded in it. When he saw the look on Lloyd's face, he put two and two together. "Oh. Selsdon. Right. So... why did you call for me?"
"Go find Selsdon!" Lloyd snapped, eye twitching. Why did he continue to cast this pathetic group in his productions!? He'd never admit it, but he was actually fond of them and their various quirks. Like Selsdon's drinking, Garry's clumsiness, Brooke's bad eyesight...
"R-right away, sir!" Tim saluted Lloyd- why, the director did not know and didn't really want to know- and walked off the stage.
"God, I hate this freakshow..." Lloyd grumbled. "Well, might as well practice some of the other scenes. FREDDY! COME OUT! And girls, stay onstage."
"What's wrong, Lloyd?" the man with short back hair asked as he zipped up the leather jacket. Lloyd had cast Fredrick as Orin, and Fred intended to do a good job in the role.
"Selsdon," Lloyd snapped.
"Oh. So... why'd you call for me?" Freddy wanted to know.
"We're rehearsing your scene!" Lloyd swore that these actors pretended to be morons on purpose. "Just get the hell on that stage and act like the badass dentist you're supposed to be!" When Freddy hesitated, Lloyd roared, "GET ON THE FUCKING STAGE, FREDDY!"
"Okay! Okay! No need to yell!" Freddy sobbed as he climbed onto the stage. He was a sensitive guy, and being yelled at often caused him to burst into tears. Once onstage, he was surrounded by the girls, who tried to comfort him.
"Oh God... Freddy, badass men don't cry! Especially not sadistic ones!" Lloyd groaned, head in his hands. This wasn't going well. Not at all.
"I know, I'm sorry!" Freddy sniffled. "B-b-but you know I don't like being yelled at! I'm tryin' to do things right and there you go, just yellin' to your heart's content..." He burst into tears again.
"Oh Freddy, he's just grumpy again. Give him a few minutes, and he'll calm down and stop yelling," Belinda soothed, basically lying to poor Fred. She had no idea if Lloyd would calm down or not. She just wanted Freddy to stop crying because, well, none of them liked seeing him upset. He always tried to be so nice, and then someone goes and upsets him. Poor guy.
"O-okay. I c-c-can do that," Freddy said as he squeezed his eyes shut, his sobbing soon reduced to sniffling. "I mean, I hafta learn to deal with it if I get my part wrong, right?"
They had no idea. How could they? How could they know about the disasters that would happen that would lead to Lloyd's screaming and yelling, and their rehearsing well past midnight?