CURSED SHOW

S.H.O.W

S is for Suffering

K continues writing in a diary from the top bunk of a bunk bed. He is wrapped in white sheets and blankets, wearing a torn, oversized shirt.

The room is vast and cold, with another bunk bed and a double bed in the opposite corners. Next to the double bed is a vanity. In the other bunks, there is a mirror and a nightstand.

No one knew what time it was, no one knew what day it was, they only knew that...

- One hour, guys! - a man in a suit yelled as he entered - One hour! One! Get ready, everyone! -

The three people in a group were a blue-haired guy, a woman with black skin and fluffy hair, and an elderly man who always seemed to have his eyes closed.

- And you! - the man pointed as he shouted - Come with me, you'll handle the lights! -

The short elderly man walked toward the man, who escorted him out of the room with a special card. The other two continued talking, and K went on writing in his diary.

H is for Hatred

- Newbie - someone called to K, but he ignored it. - Newbie!! - K finally peeked out from under his sheets, glaring at the woman who was yelling at him. - Are you done rotting in that bed? -

K looked at the woman, Layla, with sad, tired eyes.
- I'm sorry, - his voice was barely audible - I don't feel well. -

- What a shame. - She crossed her arms, looking up at K with a threatening and cold stare - The show is in an hour, and you're the star. Get your damn ass up and get ready. - she commanded, turning away and walking to the closet doors in the wall.

K turned back to his diary and continued writing. Now he was mad.

O is for you damned OBESE!!

He threw off the sheets and carefully climbed down from the bunk bed. As his bare feet touched the floor, he felt the blue-haired guy's gaze on him. He shivered at the sensation and walked with his head down towards the closet doors, passing by the young man.

His name was UNE, or at least that's what the small identification tag sewn onto his shirt said. UNE grabbed K's shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
- You're lucky. - he murmured -

- Excuse me? -

UNE stepped back slightly, giving K a steely look.
- I said you're lucky to be the star of the show. -

He squeezed K's shoulder before letting him walk toward the closet doors. UNE would follow shortly to fetch his outfit.

Layla wore a dazzling red outfit similar to Mariah Carey's, even somewhat revealing.

UNE wore a denim jacket with torn sleeves, basically a vest, a white tank top, some body glitter, and loose denim jeans.

K wore an office-like suit, with a shirt so long it reached his knees, a black tie, and black pants.

The elderly man, V.L., didn't wear a special outfit, as he was in charge of the lights.

Everyone headed to their respective fitting rooms, changed clothes, and once they were dressed, they reconvened in the center of the room. The man in the suit burst in, shouting at the top of his lungs:

- The guests have arrived! Everyone, to your places! - Layla and UNE walked towards the exit, and K walked with his head down behind them. The stage was alive with music, and it was clear it would be a long take.

- Newbie!! - the man in the suit yelled - Change that attitude, man, you're the star today! -

K stopped walking for a moment, then murmured, - Yes, boss. - He tried to straighten up, his back cracking loudly. He gave the man a weak smile, who responded with a thumbs-up and a pat on the back.

- Break a leg, kid! -
- Yes, boss. -

Entering the stage, the music filled K's ears as he walked to the center, still looking at the floor. He sighed, then seemed to completely change: an expression of surreal excitement formed on his face as the guests arrived.

Soon after, Layla and UNE made their entrances. K looked up at the ceiling for a moment. He noticed a small bridge that wasn't complete, with a metal sign nailed to the ceiling above it.

"The show must go on!"

K sighed and looked forward again with a smile.

W is for Will-less