Briar's Rose- right now its S/B, but the next one is going to be Neal and someone that is not Kel...i've decided that, because someone told me in the review...
sorry, this one is kind of junk. but maybe i'll be more creative in the next one
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Romeo and Juliet: Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Emelan, where we leave our scene...four years later from The Magic Circle
Lady Sandrilene fa Toren as JULIET CAPULET
Tris Chandler as NURSE
Random Male as TYBALT
Random Male as PARIS
Daja Kisubo as ROSELINE
Pasco as MERCUTIO
Dedicate Rosethorn as LADY MONTAGUE
Dedicate Crane as FATHER MONTAGUE
Duke Vedris of Emelan as FATHER CAPULET
Dedicate Lark as LADY CAPULET
Dedicate Frostpine as the good FRIAR
...and featuring NEALAN OF QUEENSCOVE as HIMSELF
I sure hope you all know this story, or Sorka will belt you over the head so hard you see stars...or little pink hearts.
Their familys, Monague and Capulet fight. Romeo and Juliet fall in love. etc. Roseline is the girl he had a crush on before. Mercutio dies. Paris dies. If you don't know the ending, they die too. :'(
DIRECTOR
BRIAR: Am I there?
DIRECTOR: Duh.
BRIAR: Cut me some slack! I can't read!
DIRECTOR: You can't read? How do you see the script?!
BRIAR: (holding it up and squinting) Well, they're in black ink, I can read some of them, and then there's some squiggly lines-
DIRECTOR: You idiot! Allright, someone tell him the lines ahead of time.
SANDRY: (kindly, as always) You can be nicer to him, Director. He just started a little bit ago.
TRIS: (eager to agree) Yeah, yeah he just did!
BRIAR: (whispering in ear) Thanks, Sandry. This guy's a chuffle.
(Tris scowls)
ROSETHORN: (reading script) What? I am not going to be Crane's wife!
CRANE: (dryly) And you think I requested it?!
DIRECTOR: Oh, shut up. I already had enough trouble with those Tortallans. Can't anyone just shut up and read their lines?
DAJA: Who? Tortallans?
BRIAR: Well, I can read most of the script.
DIRECTOR: Oh, nevermind. Ahhh! Okay, lets start!
CAPULET-VEDRIS: Hold on, while I get something to drink. Just a minute? Pretend I'm here.
TYBALT-RANDOMMALE: Great. Who am I supposed to talk to? He's gone!
DIRECTOR: Do I look like I care? You don't even have a real name!!!
TYBALT-RANDOMMALE: Stuff it! I'm leaving! (he leaves)
DIRECTOR: Dammit! (trying to keep patience) Well, lets keep going.
BRIAR: Okay. From where?
DIRECTOR: The palm part.
BRIAR: P-A-L-M. Oh, here. What do they do?
DIRECTOR: (rolling eyes) They touch palms, get romantic, kiss.
BRIAR: Gee, sorry. Just wanted to make sure. These people talk all funny. (director nearly chokes on his spittle)
SANDRY: Am I in the scene?
DAJA: And me?
ROSETHORN: Me?
CRANE: Me?
FROSTPINE: Me?
DIRECTOR: Stop! This can go on forever! Everyone is on, but Frostpine, Vedris, and Lark.
DAJA: Hey, wait. Am I supposed to be Roseline? Isn't that the girl he had a crush on before?
DIRECTOR: Yeah.
DAJA: That's kinda weird. I don't want to do it.
(Tris scowls again. Pasco nudges her.)
PASCO: Stop doing that. (quietly teasing) D'you have a crush on him or something? (She turns beet red.) Oh, no. (laughs)
TRIS: Oh, shut up.
BRIAR: Can I talk now?
DIRECTOR: Yes!!!!!!
JULIET-SANDRY: Ay, pilgrim, thips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO-BRIAR:
JULIET-SANDRY:
ROMEO-BRIAR: Then move not while my prayer's effect I take./
SANDRY: Ummm...Director?
DIRECTOR: What?
SANDRY: You know. The scene calls for...umm...
DIRECTOR: Oh, that. Go ahead, you need to for the performance in Emelan, for sure. Anyway, doesn't all the fanfiction pair you two up anyway?
BRIAR: Fanfiction?
SANDRY: Performance?
TRIS: Am I the nurse just because I'm fat? Can't I be Juliet? (everyone ignores her whining)
DIRECTOR: Umm...never mind. Kiss. Before I lose my temper.
(They do. Then like it. A lot.)
(Tris groans)
DIRECTOR: You have more lines. (Taps foot impatiently.) You two...
LARK: Oh, dear.
CRANE: (Gesturing to Briar) Look what you let your student do. Practically maul the Lady's face in front of everyone.
ROSETHORN: Could be worse.
CRANE: How?!
PASCO: Um...this is strange. Really weird.
DIRECTOR: Line!!!
VEDRIS: (returning with drink) Did I miss anyth- Oh, gods! (sees Briar and Sandry kissing)
LARK: Your grace, um, it's part of the play!
VEDRIS: My heart!...
DIRECTOR: Healer?!!!
NEALAN OF QUEENSCOVE: Hi?
DIRECTOR: What the hell are you doing here?
NEAL: Umm...well, I was right over there for your Tortallan version of Romeo and Juliet, coming next chapter, and I heard that you needed a healer. My father's over there, too...oh wow, look at those two. (points to Sandry and Briar) They really like each other.
DIRECTOR: Crap, I'm screwing up the books! Tortall does not mix with Emelan!
ROSETHORN: What books? Tortall?
NEAL: Emelan?
TRIS: Because we're part of the living circle, don't we not have a hell?
DIRECTOR: Ahh! Well, yeah okay, you Queenscove people take him. He doesn't look too good.
(Vedris pants, Sandry looks up, worried.)
ROSETHORN: (sarcastically) High time you came up for air, milady.
SANDRY: (blushing) Sorry.
DIRECTOR: Let's just move on...wow, this is the first time I've had a cast that has gotten so...umm, into it.
LARK: Well, that's not always a good thing.
VEDRIS: My chest...
DAJA: (reading ahead in script) Pasco dies? His character, Mercutio, gets stabbed?
PASCO: I die?!
DIRECTOR: Sort of...
PASCO: What do you mean! How do I die?
DIRECTOR: You get stabbed in a fight, by that "random male"...who left.
PASCO: (hysterical) I don't want to die!
DIRECTOR: You're not really going to die.
PASCO: You never know! You told them to kiss for the play and look what happened! (Briar and Sandry blush) What if I die!
LARK: Pasco, it's all right.
PASCO: (screaming) No! It's not! I'm gonna die! (sprints out door)
DIRECTOR: Umm...okay...
CRANE: What's wrong with him?
ROSETHORN: Donno. (shrugs)
SANDRY: (reading ahead) Oh, my gods, we die too! Briar! (pointing to page) We die!
BRIAR: What? (looks at page) Oh. Man that sucks.
SANDRY: And our families don't want us to marry!
BRIAR: I dont have a family.
SANDRY: Well, the fake one...oh, poor Briar. (pats his head, he grabs her in a passionate kiss. Tris sobs.)
BRIAR: (breathless) I can't believe this! We have to die before we can be together!
DIRECTOR: You two are getting carried away with this. It's just a play.
BRIAR: A play!? Our lives?
LARK: Briar, Sandry, no one's going to make you die.
VEDRIS: (wheezing and leaning on Neal's shoulder) We won't make you die.
BRIAR: Well, these people are stupid, then! We won't die, we'll run away! C'mon Sandry! (Grabs her hand, run off stage and out the door.)
ROSETHORN: Oh, gods. Did they just elope?
CRANE: See, your student.
ROSETHORN: If you're so damn wise, why didn't you try and stop them?
DIRECTOR: (making fast decision) Well, we have our new Romeo and Juliet!
ROSETHORN/CRANE: What the hell?
(Daja giggles, Tris still in tears from Briar and Sandry's eloping)
ROSETHORN: I'll kill him first! (launches herself at Crane, start tearing at his face. Vedris lets out a gasp, turning blue, and collapses.)
FROSTPINE: Who do you think is going to win?
DAJA: (staring) Definately Rosethorn.
TRIS: (sobbing) I- I didn't kn-now they lo-ved each-other!
DIRECTOR: Alan! Lord Alan of Trebond!
(redheaded man enters)
ALAN: What the hell now? Wasn't yesterday enough torture?
DIRECTOR: I need you to be Romeo and Juliet.
THESEUS-EGEUS-PHILOSTRATE-OBERON-TITANIA-BOTTOM-ROMEO-JULIET-ALAN: No! No way! And I'm dead! Look at all the freaking parts you made me play! Damn you! I'm still dead! So you can't find me! Hahahahha.... (disappears)
NEAL: Wasn't that Alanna's father? The dead one? Who you cast in all those parts? Thayet told me about that. Poor guy. All he wanted to do was rest in peace.
DIRECTOR: Oh my god. It's happening again. Total mayhem. (Raises hands in supplication) I hate my life.
NEAL: Hey, you know, Alanna told me about something like this, during their dress rehersal. She said there was a dead body. Is there a dead body here too?
FROSTPINE: (pointing to Rosethorn and Crane) There will be one soon. Probably the scrawny man. And...umm...your patient the Duke is dead too.
NEAL: Hey neat! Seems like fun, Director. Hope to see you soon. (leaves Vedris' dead body on the ground, walking away)
DIRECTOR: (massaging forehead wearily) See you on the set in around two hours, Neal. You're playing Romeo.
NEAL: Great! Maybe I can get to make out too...(leaves set)
DIRECTOR: Gods. I hope not. Can't anything go right?!
(redheaded girl bursts into set)
SORKA ROBINTON, FANFICTION WRITER: Please, get the fanfiction.net site working again! Please, or these innocent people get it! I have a gun! (makes a grab for Neal, index finger and thumb held like a gun, guards snatch her back into wings) Please...help me! I need my fanfiction! (dragged out door, thrown out, heard from outside.) Where's Briar? I like Briar. Where...oh crap, let go of me you stupid guards! Ahhh...
DAJA: Who was that?
~~~~~~THE END
coming soon, next episode! the protector of the small characters in their own version of romeo and juliet!
or more- emelan's weirdos in a fairy tale!