My first real chapter. Fun fun! R&R!
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ROSALIND
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he
taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage
of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
ORLANDO
What were his marks?...
"Lily!"
"Yes?" I put the script down.
A tall scragly boy with short curly hair ran into the hall. Slightly tripping, he hung on the door handle and smiled at me sheepishly. The director slammed the script down and the sound echoed in the bare walls.
"Lily, who is this young man?" he stared at me accusingly.
I was rude enough not to answer and quickly ran toward the guy. He got himself untangled in the door way and approached me waving some papers in the air.
"You got the tickets?!" I screamed joyfully.
He nodded and steadied himself as I flung my arms around his neck. Then drawing back, I grabbed the tickets in my hands and jumped up and down in excitement.
"Second row! How did you get them?"
The boy smiled.
"Waited at the ticket booth for hours before it opened."
"Meir, you are something else!" I laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
My best friend gave me a quick hug before a booming voice made us all jump.
"Lily! Are you through yet?! Celebrate on your own time!!! Just fifty more minutes of rehearsal left and then you can kiss all you want."
Both Meir and I blushed as I returned to the stage and my script.
...ROSALIND
A lean cheek, which you have not, a blue eye and
sunken, which you have not, an unquestionable
spirit, which you have not, a beard neglected,
which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for
simply your having in beard is a younger brother's
revenue: then your hose should be ungartered, your
bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe
untied and every thing about you demonstrating a
careless desolation; but you are no such man; you
are rather point-device in your accoutrements as
loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other.
The sidewalk slowly creeped from under my feet. Meir walked next to me, looking straight ahead. Rehearsal didn't go so well, especially after my little show. No, not good at all. The streets were decked out in golds and reds, warm colors of early autumn. A group of students passed us, loudly discussing the storm on the previous night. I shivered. Since childhood, I was afraid of thunder.
"So, how's it going?" Meir asked cautiously.
"Pretty good," I smiled, "Now that I got tickets to the concert of my dreams."
"I don't mean that," he tilted his head to look into my eyes.
"Oh, that," I looked down at my feet. "It's going like it has been going for many years now, Meir. Things don't change."
"Yes, they do."
"Not for me."
Our feet shuffled in the leaves as we came up to Meir's house. He stood before the front porch.
"You want to come in?"
"No, thank you. I'm going to take a walk. I need to relax," I smiled. "Bye."
"Bye," Meir waved to me and opened the door, looking down at his feet as though in disappointment.
I shrugged and headed for the forest.
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ROSALIND
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he
taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage
of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
ORLANDO
What were his marks?...
"Lily!"
"Yes?" I put the script down.
A tall scragly boy with short curly hair ran into the hall. Slightly tripping, he hung on the door handle and smiled at me sheepishly. The director slammed the script down and the sound echoed in the bare walls.
"Lily, who is this young man?" he stared at me accusingly.
I was rude enough not to answer and quickly ran toward the guy. He got himself untangled in the door way and approached me waving some papers in the air.
"You got the tickets?!" I screamed joyfully.
He nodded and steadied himself as I flung my arms around his neck. Then drawing back, I grabbed the tickets in my hands and jumped up and down in excitement.
"Second row! How did you get them?"
The boy smiled.
"Waited at the ticket booth for hours before it opened."
"Meir, you are something else!" I laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
My best friend gave me a quick hug before a booming voice made us all jump.
"Lily! Are you through yet?! Celebrate on your own time!!! Just fifty more minutes of rehearsal left and then you can kiss all you want."
Both Meir and I blushed as I returned to the stage and my script.
...ROSALIND
A lean cheek, which you have not, a blue eye and
sunken, which you have not, an unquestionable
spirit, which you have not, a beard neglected,
which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for
simply your having in beard is a younger brother's
revenue: then your hose should be ungartered, your
bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe
untied and every thing about you demonstrating a
careless desolation; but you are no such man; you
are rather point-device in your accoutrements as
loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other.
The sidewalk slowly creeped from under my feet. Meir walked next to me, looking straight ahead. Rehearsal didn't go so well, especially after my little show. No, not good at all. The streets were decked out in golds and reds, warm colors of early autumn. A group of students passed us, loudly discussing the storm on the previous night. I shivered. Since childhood, I was afraid of thunder.
"So, how's it going?" Meir asked cautiously.
"Pretty good," I smiled, "Now that I got tickets to the concert of my dreams."
"I don't mean that," he tilted his head to look into my eyes.
"Oh, that," I looked down at my feet. "It's going like it has been going for many years now, Meir. Things don't change."
"Yes, they do."
"Not for me."
Our feet shuffled in the leaves as we came up to Meir's house. He stood before the front porch.
"You want to come in?"
"No, thank you. I'm going to take a walk. I need to relax," I smiled. "Bye."
"Bye," Meir waved to me and opened the door, looking down at his feet as though in disappointment.
I shrugged and headed for the forest.
