Post by Barrel on Dec 23, 2007 14:07:10 GMT -8
Now, don't get me wrong. I simply ADORE Freddy. But if Garry gets mad at him during, say, Little Shop rehearsals like when they were doing Nothing On, then there could be problems.
Summary: An old argument between Freddy and Garry leads to the death of one of the actors in Lloyd's little cast.
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A sharp pain in my chest. I didn't want to, knowing what I would see, but I looked down anyways. Blood. At the sight of the blood staining my shirt, my legs gave way. I had never been able to stand the sight of blood, but this was MY blood. I shuddered as I lay flat on my back, staring up at Garry with wide eyes.
Garry glared down at me, lowering the gun. "I'm not scared," he snapped. "The fact that you play that stupid dentist doesn't give you the right to slap Dotty around like that!" I hadn't hurt her! I had been gentle, even though Lloyd had yelled at me to be sadistic! I just couldn't bring myself to hurt someone. Besides, I didn't like violence. Makes my nose bleed. I don't know why, either. It just does. Oh God, the pain... Is this what it feels like to get shot? I clutched at my chest, not even registering the fact that doing so was making my hands bloody.
"Freddy? Lloyd sent me to tell you to get u- OH MY GOD!" I heard a somewhat familiar voice, feeling footsteps as the owner of the voice raced across the stage. A familiar- if not blurred- face came into view, peering anxiously down at me. "Freddy, are you okay?" I blinked a few times, staring up at Belinda. What was that sound? It took me a moment to realize what it was. I was gasping for breath and whimpering at the same time, having to breathe through my mouth. Apparently being shot counted as violence, because my nose was bleeding. My mouth moved in an attempt to reply to Belinda's question, but no sound came out. The blonde woman carefully wiped some of the blood off of my face- why, I did not know- and turned to someone behind her. "Tim, get Lloyd. Brooke, call a doctor. Garry, we're going to need to have a talk once this is resolved." I could almost sense the glare in her words.
I didn't even know why Garry had shot me. We had only been rehearsing for Lloyd's next production. We had done this scene many times before. Garry played some florist with a man-eating plant, and I played the dentist. And if I remember correctly, I was supposed to take the gun from Garry. I had been in the process of doing that. But then he SHOT me. That wasn't in the script. The dentist was not supposed to be shot. He was supposed to overdose. I had never seen Garry look so furious in his life. Not even when Dotty had gone out for drinks with me and he was trying to beat me up backstage during that one play. What was it? I couldn't remember, and that scared me. I usually had a good memory. Was I dying? Was that why I couldn't remember? Was that why my vision was growing blurred and I was feeling lightheaded?
"God Belinda, what is it now?" a crabby male voice grumbled. There was a pause as someone knelt beside Belinda. Then... "Belinda, dear, did you get someone to call a doctor?"
Great. I guess that I looked worse than I thought. If LLOYD thought it was bad... This was the man who'd work us until we were exhausted and would finally let us go home to sleep, only to get us up a few hours later to rehearse again. This was the man who wouldn't let one of us call in sick unless we were seriously ill. "Brooke's doing that now," I heard Belinda say.
"Freddy, love, hold on. We'll have you fixed up in a moment." At that moment, I knew. The note of fear in Lloyd's voice told me everything I needed to know. I shifted my gaze towards him, squinting in an attempt to clear my vision enough to see him. "No Freddy, stay still. Don't make it worse, okay? We need you."
Even breathing hurt. But I continued to draw breath into my lungs. I didn't want to die! I was a young person, I couldn't die now! There was a slight rustling sound as yet another person made their way through the small group of people that were hanging around. "God Freddy, I didn't mean... didn't want this to... didn't want to... had no clue why I... I don't... I mean... well... you know..." There was Garry, apologizing in the only way he knew how.
Of course, I forgave him. That's what friends do, right? But I had to tell him, to let him know. "Garry..." I managed to choke out after a moment, forcing a small smile. "I... forgive... y-" I couldn't finish. I couldn't breathe! Panicking a little, I thrashed around to the best of my ability as I struggled to draw breath, soon growing lightheaded. I was vaguely aware of hands holding me still, keeping me from hurting someone or possibly myself, I guess. There was something white leaning over me, prodding at my chest, at the wound. I could only assume it was a doctor. But I didn't find out. That was the last thing I saw before I felt my body relax, my vision fading as I gave up trying to breathe.
Summary: An old argument between Freddy and Garry leads to the death of one of the actors in Lloyd's little cast.
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A sharp pain in my chest. I didn't want to, knowing what I would see, but I looked down anyways. Blood. At the sight of the blood staining my shirt, my legs gave way. I had never been able to stand the sight of blood, but this was MY blood. I shuddered as I lay flat on my back, staring up at Garry with wide eyes.
Garry glared down at me, lowering the gun. "I'm not scared," he snapped. "The fact that you play that stupid dentist doesn't give you the right to slap Dotty around like that!" I hadn't hurt her! I had been gentle, even though Lloyd had yelled at me to be sadistic! I just couldn't bring myself to hurt someone. Besides, I didn't like violence. Makes my nose bleed. I don't know why, either. It just does. Oh God, the pain... Is this what it feels like to get shot? I clutched at my chest, not even registering the fact that doing so was making my hands bloody.
"Freddy? Lloyd sent me to tell you to get u- OH MY GOD!" I heard a somewhat familiar voice, feeling footsteps as the owner of the voice raced across the stage. A familiar- if not blurred- face came into view, peering anxiously down at me. "Freddy, are you okay?" I blinked a few times, staring up at Belinda. What was that sound? It took me a moment to realize what it was. I was gasping for breath and whimpering at the same time, having to breathe through my mouth. Apparently being shot counted as violence, because my nose was bleeding. My mouth moved in an attempt to reply to Belinda's question, but no sound came out. The blonde woman carefully wiped some of the blood off of my face- why, I did not know- and turned to someone behind her. "Tim, get Lloyd. Brooke, call a doctor. Garry, we're going to need to have a talk once this is resolved." I could almost sense the glare in her words.
I didn't even know why Garry had shot me. We had only been rehearsing for Lloyd's next production. We had done this scene many times before. Garry played some florist with a man-eating plant, and I played the dentist. And if I remember correctly, I was supposed to take the gun from Garry. I had been in the process of doing that. But then he SHOT me. That wasn't in the script. The dentist was not supposed to be shot. He was supposed to overdose. I had never seen Garry look so furious in his life. Not even when Dotty had gone out for drinks with me and he was trying to beat me up backstage during that one play. What was it? I couldn't remember, and that scared me. I usually had a good memory. Was I dying? Was that why I couldn't remember? Was that why my vision was growing blurred and I was feeling lightheaded?
"God Belinda, what is it now?" a crabby male voice grumbled. There was a pause as someone knelt beside Belinda. Then... "Belinda, dear, did you get someone to call a doctor?"
Great. I guess that I looked worse than I thought. If LLOYD thought it was bad... This was the man who'd work us until we were exhausted and would finally let us go home to sleep, only to get us up a few hours later to rehearse again. This was the man who wouldn't let one of us call in sick unless we were seriously ill. "Brooke's doing that now," I heard Belinda say.
"Freddy, love, hold on. We'll have you fixed up in a moment." At that moment, I knew. The note of fear in Lloyd's voice told me everything I needed to know. I shifted my gaze towards him, squinting in an attempt to clear my vision enough to see him. "No Freddy, stay still. Don't make it worse, okay? We need you."
Even breathing hurt. But I continued to draw breath into my lungs. I didn't want to die! I was a young person, I couldn't die now! There was a slight rustling sound as yet another person made their way through the small group of people that were hanging around. "God Freddy, I didn't mean... didn't want this to... didn't want to... had no clue why I... I don't... I mean... well... you know..." There was Garry, apologizing in the only way he knew how.
Of course, I forgave him. That's what friends do, right? But I had to tell him, to let him know. "Garry..." I managed to choke out after a moment, forcing a small smile. "I... forgive... y-" I couldn't finish. I couldn't breathe! Panicking a little, I thrashed around to the best of my ability as I struggled to draw breath, soon growing lightheaded. I was vaguely aware of hands holding me still, keeping me from hurting someone or possibly myself, I guess. There was something white leaning over me, prodding at my chest, at the wound. I could only assume it was a doctor. But I didn't find out. That was the last thing I saw before I felt my body relax, my vision fading as I gave up trying to breathe.