Hey y'all hope ur doing alright. Anyways, before we get into all the drama, comedy and romance I think I should thank you all for being so patient with me but I promised I'd be back and here I am. Hope you like it :)
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INT. DRAMA ROOM — THE NEXT DAY
Louis arrives thirty minutes early. He has:
- A portable fog machine (borrowed? stolen? who knows where the drama department got it from.)
- Two clamp-on disco lights.
- Three IKEA desk lamps taped to mic stands. (No they're not allowed to use their own money and only have a "limited" amount to spend aka they used most of it on snacks)
- A Bluetooth speaker queued with "ambient party noise" and Gregorian chants (he says it's for tone).
He greets the cast as they walk in:
"We are now creating a world. The Capulet party isn't just a scene — it's a breathing, sweating, simmering organism. And we... we are inside it. Henry you're now on narrating duty to develop your acting skills."
Daisy eyes the fog machine warily.
James whispers, "Is this a fire hazard or...?"
Henry mutters to himself a few words of encouragement.
Louis: "Art is the only hazard here."
He dramatically hits the fog button.
Nothing.
He hits it again.
The machine lets out a wheeze like an asthmatic vacuum and puffs a sad cloud.
Henry (without missing a beat, in a spot-on David Attenborough voice):
"And here, we see the director in his natural habitat... failing spectacularly, yet undeterred. A fascinating display of delusion and determination."
Louis spins toward him, thrilled.
"YES. Use that. Narrate the world. Be the voice of the audience's soul."
Henry bows.
"As the cast files in, tensions are high. One actor has not yet forgiven another for yesterday's shade."
(Alice glares at Anya.)
"Another prepares snacks, a ritual of comfort and distraction."
(James opens a multipack of crisps.)
"The alpha of the room—bedazzled, bewildered, and beaming—wields a clipboard of chaos."
Louis tears up.
"This. This is what I meant by immersive theatre."
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🎭 REHEARSAL BEGINS
The fog machine wheezes to life again. This time, it fills the space just enough to give the room a spooky "school disco in a haunted castle" vibe.
Anya coughs.
"Are we sure that's not toxic?"
Louis:
"No art is safe."
He dims the lights. Puts on the ambient party noise (which includes faint chatter, flute music, and inexplicably... seagulls?).
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