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WE LOVE YOU!
That was a lot of applause before I said anything!
Welcome back from intermission, I hope you had a good one.
Our next show is my comedy that I wrote and directed called Beyond the Curtain.
Turn off your cellphones, don't text, it's annoying.
Um, don't talk, and I'd like to request no flash photography, as it's distracting to the actors.
Besides that, sit back, relax and enjoy the show!
(audience singing)
Two Households Both alike in dignity
In fair Verona where we lay our scene from ancient grudge break to new mutiny
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
from forth the- No.
From forth the fatal- No!
From forth the fatal... loins? of these two foes,
a pair of star crossed lovers take their life?
Take their life?
Take their life.
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents-
Hi Ethan!
Leah! You startled me!
Are you excited for the show tonight?
Pretty excited. More nervous.
I’ve never done a show like… well, I’ve never really done a show before.
I’m sure you’ll do fine. This is the fifth show I've been the stage manager for,
and I've seen actors mess up way more than you ever could.
That's comforting.
What are you doing out here?
I'm just trying to learn these last few lines.
You don’t know them yet!? The show starts in an hour!
Yeah, well, I’m just having a lot of trouble memorizing the prologue. I mean, it’s kind of hard to-
That’s not a good thing, Ethan.
>>But- >>That’s not good for the show, Ethan.
>>But I- >>You need to know your lines, Ethan.
But I just- Why are you so stressed out? Mr. B is asleep. How? He laid down, closed his eyes, and went unconscious. What, do you do something different? Why though? I think his headache medicine made him fall asleep. You know how he's always getting those migraines. That idiot! It’s an hour before we open the house, and we have no director for opening night! You know what that means? I get to go home and we do the show tomorrow? No. You’re going to take over the show and save us all? No. I’m going to take over the show and save us all? Don't be stupid. Sorry. Is there anything I can do? Just go get into costume, and pray that Mr. B wakes up soon. Don't worry. It’ll all work out in the end I hope so! Stop it Megan Fox, that tickles! Shouldn’t you be doing sound technician things? What sound technician things? You have a point. Hey, Andrew. You're here early, Sophie. So are you. Are the actors here yet? Let’s see. Call time was five. Right now it's five fifteen. Of course they're not. I see the sets still aren't done. Yeah. Some of the set crew guys are coming by to finish them up. Cutting it kind of close, don't you think? What else is new? I guess Mr. B is tearing his hair out. Yeah. Last time I saw him he was twitching. It's only a matter of time before he actually explodes. He yelled at the whole cast yesterday, you know. Of course he did. What’d they do this time? Broke something. It better not have been my lights. What’d they break? His tender maiden heart. Oh my god, did he say that? With his eyes he did. Well, you can't really blame him for it. It's got to be hard to direct a high school show, especially when you're straight out of college. People that prone to migraines really shouldn't direct at all. It's too high stress. Yeah, I guess you're right. So.. is the light booth open? I should go put my bag away. Nah, still locked. Sound booth is too. I need to get the keys from Mr. B, but I don’t want to wake him up and make him go all serial killer on me. Ah, all right. I’m bored. Me too. OH MY GOD SHUT UP! You’re chewing that really, really loudly. Stop it. No! Well, can I at least have some? No! Come on! Get your own gum! I’ll fight you for it. Are you talking about a war or something? I accept your challenge! This will be the battle to end all battles, the war to end all wars, the feud to end all feuds! You’re going to regret this. Hi guys! Where are you going? Andrew! Zoe had the keys, she wanted me to give them to you. Every time... Oh no! Where’s my script? I can’t have lost it! Otherwise Leah might just- What?! Nothing, nothing. What might I do, Caleb? Shove my head in a garbage disposal? I lost my script! Are you kidding me!? We can just get another one! Caleb, why are you always making things so much harder for me? The director is in the back in a coma and the last thing I need right now is my curtain boy losing his script so when the curtain is supposed to open it doesn’t and so the audience is just sitting there going “What’s going on?” and then they all ask for their money back and the drama program goes bankrupt and it'll all be your fault! Mr. B is in a coma?! Just find your script! You're the only other person on this stage crew; you can not miss