Ariel: (To Umah) So this is where Juliet receives the 'poison' and drinks it, falling into a slumber until Kain – I mean Romeo comes for her!!!
Umah: Un-huh. I heard Kain in there, Ariel.
Ariel: (Blushing) Oh shut up!
(Rahab walks by at that moment, looks at Ariel, and bursts into tears.)
Rahab: (Wailing) I'm sorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!
Ariel: Rahab, get a hold of yourself. If you cannot act like this for even opening night, then how shall you get through the rest of the play?
Rahab: (Still crying) The understudy will do it!!!!!! WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
(One of the many people involved with keeping Rahab under control and out of the way of everyone else comes by, knocks the vampire over the head, and then drags him down one of the many halls and out of the way of everyone. Zephon, who has finally healed completely, whose voice is still as screechy as ever but he is taking pills for it, is chatting things up with Melchiah. The younger vamp has finally calmed down from crying, which he has been doing a lot of lately, and is sipping some Blood Lite. Both are playing in the next scene, but they look very disgrundled for women, the straps hanging off the shoulders and heels kicked off.)
Zephon: I really think that I could make this drag dressing a real hobby. I have never felt as comfortable as this wearing leggings.
Melchiah: I do not think you should be telling me this, Zephon. I don't want to know your little hobbies on the side...
Zephon: hey, I say you stealing some of the brassiers when you thought no one was looking.
Melchiah: And you were helping yourself to some skirt hoops at the same time.
Zephon: (Silence)
Melchiah: (Silence)
Zephon: We speak of this to no one, understand?
Melchiah: Agreed. We have reputations to protect.
Anamae: (Walking in on them) Are you guys ready for the next sequence?
Melchiah: Yeah.
Anamae: Then hurry up.
(Outside in the audience, who are being entertained by the Seraphim and Dione doing a juggling routine, Magnus suddenly came in. How he got a seat no one exactly knew, but would you believe it, he was actually sane! The reason he was so mellow was because the Eternal Prison guards had shot him full of horse tranquillizers, and as Magnus took a seat in the back, next to the Elder God, even the one-eyed deity moved away. Backstage Anamae had gathered Ariel, Zephon and Melchiah together. Now everything was going smoothly: the background of Juliet's chamber was being set up, the lights were in place, the body had been removed from the rigging – but then disaster struck as always.)
Ariel: We didn't memorize this part of the play.
Anamae: (Faints again. . .the 452 time to be exact)
Melchiah: Not a good thing. What are we going to do?
Zephon: Curtains in 50 seconds!!!!Ariel: Quickly! Read this part of the play!
(The three whip out the script and quickly read act 4, scene 3.)
Zephon: Got it.
Melchiah: Got it.
Ariel: Got it!
(With one of Vorador's brides moving Anamae out of the way, the play could commence. Raziel called the cue to the curtain puller, who pulled aside the curtains easily enough with no body in the rigging. The lights came on, with Melchiah, Ariel and Zephon in the middle of the stage. Then Zephon noticed it.)
Zephon: (Whispering) Melchiah, get off the stage. You don't come in just yet.
Melchiah: What? Sorry!!! (Runs off-stage)
(Now it takes time and dedication to commit Shakespearian words to memory. This scene, unfortunatly, will only have the hypenated version. And so Ariel begins, condensing ten lines into one scentence.)
Ariel: Nurse, I need to be left alone tonight to collect my thoughts for tomorrow.
(Both of them wait for a moment. It soon turns into 3 minutes. Ariel and Zephon look off into the wings where Melchiah was suppose to make his entrance; the vampire was talking to Turel.)
Zephon: (Hissing through clentched teeth) Melchiah!
Melchiah: What?
Ariel: Get on here!
Melchiah: Sorry!!! (Comes skiddering onto the stage, nearly slipping. Laughter is heard from the audience) Juliet, do you need a mother's help?
Ariel: No mother dearest, I need no help. Please let me sleep, and you and the nurse can fill out the minor details. I am so strained and I need strength for tomorrow.
Melchiah: Well then, good night my dear. You need the rest for tomorrow's wedding, where upon I expect to have my first grandchild in 9 months, and not any time later!
Ariel: Melchiah, that is not part of the story! It's not even in the lines.
Melchiah: (Defensivly) It's improv.
Zephon: Improv this! (Kicks Melchiah off the stage, the gets off himself)
(Backstage)
Kain: I don't think they're following the lines.
Raziel: (Sarcastically) What gave you that idea?
Kain: Is that a tone in your voice?
Raziel: (Sweatdrop) No sir!
Kain: Good. (Turns back to Ariel) They didn't practice this scene at all.
Dumah: It's going down the drain, just like Zephon's soup that he tried to make us all eat once but we couldn't.
(Onstage)
Ariel: (Floats over to the bed and sits down) Goodbye mother, for I don't think we shall meet again. I wish that the nurse were here to help me with this, but I must act alone and of my own accord if this plan is to work. (Looks at the vial) What if it doesn't work? What happens if I just get indigestion and have to be married no matter what? I don't want to marry Malek – I mean Paris. (Begins to reflect) And come tomorrow, Romeo shall find me laid out beside my dead cousin Tybalt, who is dead yet still green, but who might be smelling soon no matter what.
Dumah: (Backstage) I don't smell!!!!!!!
(Audience looks around at each other. Is this some sort of interactive part of the play they never heard of?)
Ariel: I only hope that the potion works, and that Kain – I mean ROMEO!!! Will come to me, and together we shall fly from this place, and make a new lives for ourselves in a distant land with prime real estate.
Nupraptor: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ariel: (Raises the vial) To you Romeo, beloved, I drink.
(And Ariel drank the vial. . .collapsed on the bed as if dead. . .and end of scene. As the curtains fell back down, the ghost rolled off the bed and began to gag and cough.)
Ariel: Dear god, what the hell was that stuff made of?!
Anamae: (Just gotten up from fainting; looks at the label) Toenail polish.
Ariel: Ewwwwww.
Umah: And I still heard you Ariel. (Winking knowingly)
Ariel: Oh shut up.
Anamae: (Looks at everyone else) Do you all know your lines? (Eveyone nods) Good, I hope so. Better be. . .
Umah: Un-huh. I heard Kain in there, Ariel.
Ariel: (Blushing) Oh shut up!
(Rahab walks by at that moment, looks at Ariel, and bursts into tears.)
Rahab: (Wailing) I'm sorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!
Ariel: Rahab, get a hold of yourself. If you cannot act like this for even opening night, then how shall you get through the rest of the play?
Rahab: (Still crying) The understudy will do it!!!!!! WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
(One of the many people involved with keeping Rahab under control and out of the way of everyone else comes by, knocks the vampire over the head, and then drags him down one of the many halls and out of the way of everyone. Zephon, who has finally healed completely, whose voice is still as screechy as ever but he is taking pills for it, is chatting things up with Melchiah. The younger vamp has finally calmed down from crying, which he has been doing a lot of lately, and is sipping some Blood Lite. Both are playing in the next scene, but they look very disgrundled for women, the straps hanging off the shoulders and heels kicked off.)
Zephon: I really think that I could make this drag dressing a real hobby. I have never felt as comfortable as this wearing leggings.
Melchiah: I do not think you should be telling me this, Zephon. I don't want to know your little hobbies on the side...
Zephon: hey, I say you stealing some of the brassiers when you thought no one was looking.
Melchiah: And you were helping yourself to some skirt hoops at the same time.
Zephon: (Silence)
Melchiah: (Silence)
Zephon: We speak of this to no one, understand?
Melchiah: Agreed. We have reputations to protect.
Anamae: (Walking in on them) Are you guys ready for the next sequence?
Melchiah: Yeah.
Anamae: Then hurry up.
(Outside in the audience, who are being entertained by the Seraphim and Dione doing a juggling routine, Magnus suddenly came in. How he got a seat no one exactly knew, but would you believe it, he was actually sane! The reason he was so mellow was because the Eternal Prison guards had shot him full of horse tranquillizers, and as Magnus took a seat in the back, next to the Elder God, even the one-eyed deity moved away. Backstage Anamae had gathered Ariel, Zephon and Melchiah together. Now everything was going smoothly: the background of Juliet's chamber was being set up, the lights were in place, the body had been removed from the rigging – but then disaster struck as always.)
Ariel: We didn't memorize this part of the play.
Anamae: (Faints again. . .the 452 time to be exact)
Melchiah: Not a good thing. What are we going to do?
Zephon: Curtains in 50 seconds!!!!Ariel: Quickly! Read this part of the play!
(The three whip out the script and quickly read act 4, scene 3.)
Zephon: Got it.
Melchiah: Got it.
Ariel: Got it!
(With one of Vorador's brides moving Anamae out of the way, the play could commence. Raziel called the cue to the curtain puller, who pulled aside the curtains easily enough with no body in the rigging. The lights came on, with Melchiah, Ariel and Zephon in the middle of the stage. Then Zephon noticed it.)
Zephon: (Whispering) Melchiah, get off the stage. You don't come in just yet.
Melchiah: What? Sorry!!! (Runs off-stage)
(Now it takes time and dedication to commit Shakespearian words to memory. This scene, unfortunatly, will only have the hypenated version. And so Ariel begins, condensing ten lines into one scentence.)
Ariel: Nurse, I need to be left alone tonight to collect my thoughts for tomorrow.
(Both of them wait for a moment. It soon turns into 3 minutes. Ariel and Zephon look off into the wings where Melchiah was suppose to make his entrance; the vampire was talking to Turel.)
Zephon: (Hissing through clentched teeth) Melchiah!
Melchiah: What?
Ariel: Get on here!
Melchiah: Sorry!!! (Comes skiddering onto the stage, nearly slipping. Laughter is heard from the audience) Juliet, do you need a mother's help?
Ariel: No mother dearest, I need no help. Please let me sleep, and you and the nurse can fill out the minor details. I am so strained and I need strength for tomorrow.
Melchiah: Well then, good night my dear. You need the rest for tomorrow's wedding, where upon I expect to have my first grandchild in 9 months, and not any time later!
Ariel: Melchiah, that is not part of the story! It's not even in the lines.
Melchiah: (Defensivly) It's improv.
Zephon: Improv this! (Kicks Melchiah off the stage, the gets off himself)
(Backstage)
Kain: I don't think they're following the lines.
Raziel: (Sarcastically) What gave you that idea?
Kain: Is that a tone in your voice?
Raziel: (Sweatdrop) No sir!
Kain: Good. (Turns back to Ariel) They didn't practice this scene at all.
Dumah: It's going down the drain, just like Zephon's soup that he tried to make us all eat once but we couldn't.
(Onstage)
Ariel: (Floats over to the bed and sits down) Goodbye mother, for I don't think we shall meet again. I wish that the nurse were here to help me with this, but I must act alone and of my own accord if this plan is to work. (Looks at the vial) What if it doesn't work? What happens if I just get indigestion and have to be married no matter what? I don't want to marry Malek – I mean Paris. (Begins to reflect) And come tomorrow, Romeo shall find me laid out beside my dead cousin Tybalt, who is dead yet still green, but who might be smelling soon no matter what.
Dumah: (Backstage) I don't smell!!!!!!!
(Audience looks around at each other. Is this some sort of interactive part of the play they never heard of?)
Ariel: I only hope that the potion works, and that Kain – I mean ROMEO!!! Will come to me, and together we shall fly from this place, and make a new lives for ourselves in a distant land with prime real estate.
Nupraptor: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ariel: (Raises the vial) To you Romeo, beloved, I drink.
(And Ariel drank the vial. . .collapsed on the bed as if dead. . .and end of scene. As the curtains fell back down, the ghost rolled off the bed and began to gag and cough.)
Ariel: Dear god, what the hell was that stuff made of?!
Anamae: (Just gotten up from fainting; looks at the label) Toenail polish.
Ariel: Ewwwwww.
Umah: And I still heard you Ariel. (Winking knowingly)
Ariel: Oh shut up.
Anamae: (Looks at everyone else) Do you all know your lines? (Eveyone nods) Good, I hope so. Better be. . .