The Night Before
The Play
By: Eve K. Lily
Ok, here's another story, one I hope to finish this time. I'll finish the others, but I need an idea for those two. So, here it goes.
Introduction
"Grandpa, do you think I'll do a good job as Romeo?" nervous Arnold asked. He looked down at his shoes as he stood up. He just got the part 4 days ago and he just found out that Helga was going to play Juliet. Since it was the night before the school play of Romeo & Juliet, everyone was helping Arnold with his part and the fact that Juliet had to be the bully that hated his guts. Grandpa Phil looked at his nine-year-old grandson with the cornflower hair. "I don't see why not, short-man; you've been practicing long and hard and you're really good at this sort of thing," a mischievous smile crept up Phil's face, "I just want to see how you kiss!" "Grandpa!"
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, oh boy!" "C'mon, Dad, I have to learn my lines by tomorrow night," a tired Helga complained. She just got the part of Juliet that afternoon; her plan worked perfectly. So what if she had to go though extremes, such as get though Mr. Simmons, make a messed up dress, figure out what to say to convince the girls to drop out, tell Lila her deepest, darkest secret, and learn all her lines by tomorrow night? It was all going to be worth it. She would be Juliet, Arnold would be Romeo, and they actually kiss several times on stage! It was her dreams come true.
"Fine, fine!" an irritated Bob Pataki yelled. I never wanted Helga to do this, Big bob thought, all I want her to do is get good grades and leave me the hell alone! I bet Olga would have never done this.
Actually, she will someday, but that's an entirely different story.
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow.
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
"What shall I swear by?"
"Do not swear at all; or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."0
"If my heart's dear love-"
"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!"
"Helga," Bob interrupted, "It's 11 p.m. You have to go to sleep for tomorrow." "But, Dad, I didn't finish learning my lines."
Big Bob thought for a moment, reached into his pocket, pulled out a tape cassette, and threw it to Helga. She caught it, looked down at it, and looked up, puzzled. "It's a tape of all of Juliet's lines. Just put it on when you're about to go to sleep."
"Thanks, Dad," Helga replied. She started walking up the stairs, and then paused. "G'night." Bob smiled. "G'night, Helga." He watched Helga run up the stairs and into her room.
Arnold was looking over his lines one last time before he had to go to bed. He was frustrated that he couldn't remember all his lines. Grandpa Phil could see that. "So, you're mad because you can't get your lines right, right?" "Yeah. So many words, only one night."
Phil thought for a moment, fished in his pocket, pulled out a tape cassette, and threw it to Arnold. He caught it, looked down at it, and looked up, confused. "It's a tape of all of Romeo's lines. Just put it on when you're about to go to sleep."
"Thanks, Grandpa," Arnold replied. He started walking up the stairs, and then paused. "G'night." Phil smiled. "G'night, short-man." He watched Arnold run up the stairs and into his room. "I'm such a wily, old coot," he laughed as he went to his bedroom at about 11 o' clock.
By: Eve K. Lily
Ok, here's another story, one I hope to finish this time. I'll finish the others, but I need an idea for those two. So, here it goes.
Introduction
"Grandpa, do you think I'll do a good job as Romeo?" nervous Arnold asked. He looked down at his shoes as he stood up. He just got the part 4 days ago and he just found out that Helga was going to play Juliet. Since it was the night before the school play of Romeo & Juliet, everyone was helping Arnold with his part and the fact that Juliet had to be the bully that hated his guts. Grandpa Phil looked at his nine-year-old grandson with the cornflower hair. "I don't see why not, short-man; you've been practicing long and hard and you're really good at this sort of thing," a mischievous smile crept up Phil's face, "I just want to see how you kiss!" "Grandpa!"
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, oh boy!" "C'mon, Dad, I have to learn my lines by tomorrow night," a tired Helga complained. She just got the part of Juliet that afternoon; her plan worked perfectly. So what if she had to go though extremes, such as get though Mr. Simmons, make a messed up dress, figure out what to say to convince the girls to drop out, tell Lila her deepest, darkest secret, and learn all her lines by tomorrow night? It was all going to be worth it. She would be Juliet, Arnold would be Romeo, and they actually kiss several times on stage! It was her dreams come true.
"Fine, fine!" an irritated Bob Pataki yelled. I never wanted Helga to do this, Big bob thought, all I want her to do is get good grades and leave me the hell alone! I bet Olga would have never done this.
Actually, she will someday, but that's an entirely different story.
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow.
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
"What shall I swear by?"
"Do not swear at all; or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."0
"If my heart's dear love-"
"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!"
"Helga," Bob interrupted, "It's 11 p.m. You have to go to sleep for tomorrow." "But, Dad, I didn't finish learning my lines."
Big Bob thought for a moment, reached into his pocket, pulled out a tape cassette, and threw it to Helga. She caught it, looked down at it, and looked up, puzzled. "It's a tape of all of Juliet's lines. Just put it on when you're about to go to sleep."
"Thanks, Dad," Helga replied. She started walking up the stairs, and then paused. "G'night." Bob smiled. "G'night, Helga." He watched Helga run up the stairs and into her room.
Arnold was looking over his lines one last time before he had to go to bed. He was frustrated that he couldn't remember all his lines. Grandpa Phil could see that. "So, you're mad because you can't get your lines right, right?" "Yeah. So many words, only one night."
Phil thought for a moment, fished in his pocket, pulled out a tape cassette, and threw it to Arnold. He caught it, looked down at it, and looked up, confused. "It's a tape of all of Romeo's lines. Just put it on when you're about to go to sleep."
"Thanks, Grandpa," Arnold replied. He started walking up the stairs, and then paused. "G'night." Phil smiled. "G'night, short-man." He watched Arnold run up the stairs and into his room. "I'm such a wily, old coot," he laughed as he went to his bedroom at about 11 o' clock.