Fame! isn't mine. Yay! I'm very glad. Wouldn't mind the royalties though..
Fame! The Missing Scene
Miss Sherman's voice rang clearly across the classroom. "Class, I'd like you to meet someone very important to your future. I'm not quite sure how they escaped notice before but they're here now. They have, however, expressed a wish to remain nameless so I shall introduce them as a group. Ladies and gentleman; PA's Technicians!"
In front of the class stood a group of people. They clearly suggested they were part of a team, that there wasn't the petty rivalries between them that there was in the rest of the school. They were dressed as they liked, practically rather than fashionably. In short they looked too sensible to belong in the flesh baring PA school.
"Oh." Said Carmen. "Stage hands. I suppose they'll be useful with my lifts."
With that she launched into a chorus of "Fame!". Around her desks were pushed aside and items of clothing vanished as music mysteriously filled the air and the students stepped into a perfectly choreographed yet unrehearsed dance routine. The new students stood there, arms crossed and stared with a smirk on their faces. Mid line Carmen stopped and stared at them amazed and angry.
"What the hell are you doing?! Join in! You're here to make me look good."
Expressionlessly Techie #1 replied "We're Techies. We don't sing"
#2 joined in "Or dance."
"Or generally make utter fools of ourselves. We leave that to you."
"Well then, get some spots on me" Carmen screamed. "You're here to make me look good!"
The techies burst into laughter. "You don't quite seem to understand. You're part of a show. So are we. We out number you roughly fifteen to one. And it's US, not you, who have control of the show. If we don't like you you'll find yourself in the dark..."
"Or with the curtain down"
"Without spots"
"With your music levels wrong"
"And your mic feeding back"
"For starters." Techie #3 continued making it quite clear who was in charge. "Of course, we won't."
"Probably."
"Probably. We're far too professional for that. But it's very easy to make you look bad. A slight change in the lighting can do it. Won't even look deliberate. We can be your best friends."
"Or your worst enemy." Finished #4.
"Without us the show can't go on, it's easy to get someone who knows your lines. But the timing for the sound or the LX cues? More difficult. So never."
".Ever."
".Even consider."
".Telling us to dance again".
Miss Sherman smiled. Techies would make a welcome addition to her class.
Fame! The Missing Scene
Miss Sherman's voice rang clearly across the classroom. "Class, I'd like you to meet someone very important to your future. I'm not quite sure how they escaped notice before but they're here now. They have, however, expressed a wish to remain nameless so I shall introduce them as a group. Ladies and gentleman; PA's Technicians!"
In front of the class stood a group of people. They clearly suggested they were part of a team, that there wasn't the petty rivalries between them that there was in the rest of the school. They were dressed as they liked, practically rather than fashionably. In short they looked too sensible to belong in the flesh baring PA school.
"Oh." Said Carmen. "Stage hands. I suppose they'll be useful with my lifts."
With that she launched into a chorus of "Fame!". Around her desks were pushed aside and items of clothing vanished as music mysteriously filled the air and the students stepped into a perfectly choreographed yet unrehearsed dance routine. The new students stood there, arms crossed and stared with a smirk on their faces. Mid line Carmen stopped and stared at them amazed and angry.
"What the hell are you doing?! Join in! You're here to make me look good."
Expressionlessly Techie #1 replied "We're Techies. We don't sing"
#2 joined in "Or dance."
"Or generally make utter fools of ourselves. We leave that to you."
"Well then, get some spots on me" Carmen screamed. "You're here to make me look good!"
The techies burst into laughter. "You don't quite seem to understand. You're part of a show. So are we. We out number you roughly fifteen to one. And it's US, not you, who have control of the show. If we don't like you you'll find yourself in the dark..."
"Or with the curtain down"
"Without spots"
"With your music levels wrong"
"And your mic feeding back"
"For starters." Techie #3 continued making it quite clear who was in charge. "Of course, we won't."
"Probably."
"Probably. We're far too professional for that. But it's very easy to make you look bad. A slight change in the lighting can do it. Won't even look deliberate. We can be your best friends."
"Or your worst enemy." Finished #4.
"Without us the show can't go on, it's easy to get someone who knows your lines. But the timing for the sound or the LX cues? More difficult. So never."
".Ever."
".Even consider."
".Telling us to dance again".
Miss Sherman smiled. Techies would make a welcome addition to her class.
