What You May: The Screw Ups and Outtakes
By Taffy III
* * DISCALIMER: I don't own Twelfth Night all credit goes to W. Shakespeare and any other movie refs. don't belong to me either. Basically nothing belongs to me yada, yada. * *
Not Another Re-Take
The doors burst open as the large figure of Orsino enters the room. The dramatic boom of the huge doors hitting the wall echoes around the room causing one of the minstrels to fall from his platform.
"If music be the food of love, play on my minstrels." Orsino yelled, turning to the camera and grinning idiotically. "You know they've made me do this scene ten times already." He muttered, rubbing his hands together. "My minions." He grinned slyly. "Fly, fly, my minstrels! Winged minstrel- monkeys of death! Fly! Kill! Kill!" He screamed, laughing manically as two of the stagehands attempt to restrain him whilst the floor manager brings out a straight jacket. "They made me do it! The leprechauns! The big purple one with in the directors chair!" He wailed as he was dragged back out of the room now in the straight jacket. "I'll get them! You'll all live to regret this!" the camera turns to the directors' chair where a small leprechaun shrugs.
"We lose so many good actors that way. Oh well, bring out the understudy!" Yelled the leprechaun.
Strike
Orsino strode into the room, leaving a trail of aristocrats and servants in his wake.
"Give me music." He said glancing over to the minstrels for a second. The music didn't start. He turned towards the minstrels who are all lying around smoking and drinking, a couple of them either waving signs or trying to paint their own. "What the?! Hello? I said: GIVE ME MUSIC!" He boomed.
"No. We're on strike see." Answered the lead minstrel who was lolling about on the stage pointing to the others waving signs and chanting.
"What? You can't go on strike!" Orsino bawled, now slightly confused as to what was happening in his own court.
"Well, you see, we can. Under sub section 458 of article 1802 we have the right to strike if we feel we are being treat unfairly," Countered the Eric Idle look alike.
"Treat unfairly?" Orsino asked his face twisted in concentration.
"Yes its always play music this and no I don't want music played any more that. And we're sick of it! If you want any more music you know where to find us! Come on lads." The minstrel retorted, leading the others out of the room chanting "Down with Dukedom! Down with love!"
A.N. I know this is kinda short but I'll add to this if I think that anyone will actually read this stuff lol. Please review, the more reviews I get the sooner I'll post more.
By Taffy III
* * DISCALIMER: I don't own Twelfth Night all credit goes to W. Shakespeare and any other movie refs. don't belong to me either. Basically nothing belongs to me yada, yada. * *
Not Another Re-Take
The doors burst open as the large figure of Orsino enters the room. The dramatic boom of the huge doors hitting the wall echoes around the room causing one of the minstrels to fall from his platform.
"If music be the food of love, play on my minstrels." Orsino yelled, turning to the camera and grinning idiotically. "You know they've made me do this scene ten times already." He muttered, rubbing his hands together. "My minions." He grinned slyly. "Fly, fly, my minstrels! Winged minstrel- monkeys of death! Fly! Kill! Kill!" He screamed, laughing manically as two of the stagehands attempt to restrain him whilst the floor manager brings out a straight jacket. "They made me do it! The leprechauns! The big purple one with in the directors chair!" He wailed as he was dragged back out of the room now in the straight jacket. "I'll get them! You'll all live to regret this!" the camera turns to the directors' chair where a small leprechaun shrugs.
"We lose so many good actors that way. Oh well, bring out the understudy!" Yelled the leprechaun.
Strike
Orsino strode into the room, leaving a trail of aristocrats and servants in his wake.
"Give me music." He said glancing over to the minstrels for a second. The music didn't start. He turned towards the minstrels who are all lying around smoking and drinking, a couple of them either waving signs or trying to paint their own. "What the?! Hello? I said: GIVE ME MUSIC!" He boomed.
"No. We're on strike see." Answered the lead minstrel who was lolling about on the stage pointing to the others waving signs and chanting.
"What? You can't go on strike!" Orsino bawled, now slightly confused as to what was happening in his own court.
"Well, you see, we can. Under sub section 458 of article 1802 we have the right to strike if we feel we are being treat unfairly," Countered the Eric Idle look alike.
"Treat unfairly?" Orsino asked his face twisted in concentration.
"Yes its always play music this and no I don't want music played any more that. And we're sick of it! If you want any more music you know where to find us! Come on lads." The minstrel retorted, leading the others out of the room chanting "Down with Dukedom! Down with love!"
A.N. I know this is kinda short but I'll add to this if I think that anyone will actually read this stuff lol. Please review, the more reviews I get the sooner I'll post more.