Drabble # 4: Character
Note: sorry if this is screwed up...I've had to type it in WordPad, because nothing else is working. Gah.
Dutchy plucks nervously at his clinging green tunic and checks his watch again. 6:45, and still no sign of the girl playing Wendy. He turns to his best friend.
"Specs, would you run that bit at the beginning of act four with me? I keep getting the lines confused.
"Sorry, I've gotta get into constume. Try Skitts; he does lighting for that scene." Reluctantly, Dutchy repeats the request and soon they are underway.
"What are your exact feelings for me, Peter?"
"Those of a devoted son, Wendy."
He falters, drops his gaze, and curses himself for letting the playacting slip.
Note: sorry if this is screwed up...I've had to type it in WordPad, because nothing else is working. Gah.
Dutchy plucks nervously at his clinging green tunic and checks his watch again. 6:45, and still no sign of the girl playing Wendy. He turns to his best friend.
"Specs, would you run that bit at the beginning of act four with me? I keep getting the lines confused.
"Sorry, I've gotta get into constume. Try Skitts; he does lighting for that scene." Reluctantly, Dutchy repeats the request and soon they are underway.
"What are your exact feelings for me, Peter?"
"Those of a devoted son, Wendy."
He falters, drops his gaze, and curses himself for letting the playacting slip.