Hi everyone! This fanfiction is based off of Backstage- a play by Pat Cook. You probably don't know it (unless you're reading this because you go to my school, which is reasonably likely), so I'll give a quick description. If you're interested, a different school put their performance on YouTube. And even if you don't like this chapter, the next one is by my friend, so you'll probably like that one much better.
Setting (of this fanfic): Rehearsal for Don Juan in Cleveland
Characters:
Mercedes Boatright: over dramatic actress who thinks she's an ingenue, but isn't really
Burton Cavendish: famous, stuck-up actor- lead in Don Juan in Cleveland
Lou- director of Don Juan in Cleveland
At one point in the play, Mercedes faints. When Lou discovers Mercedes is unconscious, she says, "Did someone hit her with a bucket again? How many times do I have to tell you people to stop doing that!", which inspired this fic.
"I am a professional actress, Mr. Cavendish," declared Mercedes.
"Of course, but I am the star of this play, Miss Boatright," replied Burton Cavendish.
"Yes, but I am the leading female character," she argued. "I believe that I can act properly, without your advice."
Cavendish answered, "I was simply trying to help you, Miss Boatright. But-"
"And I appreciate that, but I do not need your help, Mr. Cavendish," interrupted Mercedes.
"Do you have a problem, Mr. Cavendish, Miss Boatright?" asked Lou.
"Mr. Cavendish is insulting my acting talent by trying to help me!" Mercedes answered, outraged at the thought that she might not have been the best actress after all.
"And I," added Cavendish, "was only trying to make this play of ours better! Miss Boatright is an average actress; I was simply-"
"Average! I am certainly more than a simply 'average' actress," shouted Mercedes.
"And does that mean that you simply must always do everything perfectly?" Cavendish asked disdainfully.
"Sir, ma'am, please stop arguing!" Lou exclaimed. The rehearsal was about to start, the last thing they needed was for Cavendish and Mercedes to be in nastier moods than they usually were in. "I'm sure we can come to some agreement, and-"
Burton Cavendish continued shouting at Mercedes, completely ignoring Lou, "Just because you're the oldest person in the room-"
"I certainly think that you are far older than me, you pompous fool!" screamed Mercedes.
"I am experienced, you- you-" shouted Burton Cavendish. Looking around, he seized the nearest heavy object, the little card table.
"Mr. Cavendish, sir," begged Lou, waving her arms wildly in a desperate attempt to calm him, "please stop destroying the property of this theater!"
Thanks for reading! Please review!