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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
Mikaela:
THE CRUMBLING AND SAGGING BENCH:
((Pants and wheezes ))
%% Must.....keep...up! Mustn't give in.... to gravity! Keep....up! %%
((Dizzily seems to hear high-pitched unrelenting buzzing ))
%% What is that? That noise? Makes it difficult to...... Uhm... I can't concentrate. Did the two of them *really* just agree to get into contact later on? Or am I hallucinating? This high-pitched noise in my ears.... makes it so hard to know what's what! %%
(( Groans, disoriented))
** After all my splinters sacrificed....all that prime hardwood.... all the expensive cologne splattered.... all my advertising my advantages........ all these weary hours of holding on and holding out...... did JACK really still hook up with RANDALL? I'm not sure.... I'm so tired.... But if so: THAT was the last straw!! :-\ I'm done! >:( **
((Collapses suddenly and loudly, sending JACK and RANDALL tumbling. They accidentally roll right into various on-site props which, loudly collapsing over the guys in their turn, happen to bring down the front of the DANCE HALL. It's utter mayhem and chaos on set! Screams and booming crashes reverberate!
But the BENCH doesn't care about any of that.... ))
Aaah! To rest at last! Though I'm officially just a BROKEBENCH from now on, just a sorry pile of sticks under a jumbled tangle of prop pieces, - my job is done! My part as an extra is over at last! I can rest! Oh, glorious rest! Oh, blessed sleep!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZ ** Goodbye, my JACK** ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZz
welliwont:
DIRECTOR WELLIWONT~
((comes bursting out of his her trailer at the frantic knocking and all the yelling and commotion that suddenly erupts))
%%OMG! What happened? I don't believe it!! Now they're fighting!!%%
((runs on to the stage and towards the crowd of people blocking his her view of what's going on. He She pushes his her way through the stagehands and reaches JACK and RANDALL, who are on their asses in the middle of the mayhem))
What's going on?? OK, who started it?
((JACK and RANDALL are both dazed and bunged up, sitting amongst the remains of the LOUIS XIV BENCH. Broken slats of BENCH are everywhere, under them, digging into them, with big jagged sharp ends just readying themselves to metamorphosize into wicked splinters))
Waaiii-t a minute!!! This isn't a fight? The BENCH broke? You two broke the BENCH?
((clicks his her tongue loudly in annoyance))
Are you alright? Randall David Harbour? Jake Daniel? Did you get hurt?
((but both actors are already getting up, no worse for wear. Fortunately they have no lasting injuries, except for RANDALL with a few splinters still embedded in his behind))
welliwont:
DIRECTOR WELLIWONT~
((reaches her hand out to help JACK to his feet))
Are you ok? How do you feel? ((turns to look at RANDALL)) And what about you, did you get hurt?
((both actors shake their head, but then JACK frowns deeply, clutches his head in both hands, and squeezes his eyes shut from the sudden headache))
WELLIWONT~
%%Damn! That beautiful bench! I had plans to discretely take it home with me after the show ended. I should dock their paycheques for that bench..... Wellll, maybe not.%%
Alright! That's it! This Scene is over!!
((WELLIWONT turns to face the curious audience))
That's the end of Scene 60 folks! We've had an unfortunate prop malfunction, as you have seen, but we'll be back shortly. It won't take long for us to clear this debris, then Scene 61 will commence.
((WELLIWONT whispers to one of the stagehands standing around aimlessly))
**quick! pull the curtain!! quick! before somebody throws something!!**
Daniel:
JACK:
((Jack grimaces as he gets up off the ground, helped by DIRECTOR WELLIWONT. He looks around at the pile of rubble that used to be the front of the dance hall.))
**Well, that's one way ta bring the house down.**
welliwont:
~ End of Scene 60 ~
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