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Take the Stage, Priest Extraordinaire
Backstage, the cast is milling about, some practicing lines, others fiddling with costumes. Louis stands center, arms crossed, grinning like he's just uncovered the juiciest plot twist. Anya leans against the wall, still glowing from her roast.
Louis:
Alright, everyone. Listen up!
Since our dear priest here just turned the wedding scene into prime-time theatre, I'm calling it: Anya, you're stepping in to show everyone how the priest role should be done.
Alice:
(horrified)
Wait, what? You want her to teach us?
Damian:
(chuckling)
This should be good.
Anya:
(raising an eyebrow)
Oh, I'll teach all right.
How to be unforgettable without needing a dozen costume changes or dramatic fainting spells.
Louis:
Exactly!
Anya, take a student's place in the next rehearsal and lead it.
Show us what it means to own the stage with wit, authority, and just the right amount of sass.
Anya:
(grinning wide)
Challenge accepted.
Prepare yourselves—I'm about to turn this priest into a legend.
Louis claps enthusiastically as Alice groans and Damian smirks, already guessing this rehearsal is going to be anything but normal.
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Priest's Rehearsal Takeover
The cast is gathered onstage for rehearsal. Louis watches eagerly from the sidelines, munching popcorn. Anya strides confidently to the altar in full priest garb, commanding attention.
Anya (Priest):
(clearing throat, loudly)
Dear unfortunate—I mean, beloved, We gather here today to witness a most tragic marriage of a clueless young boy and a walking red flag. (to Juliet) Honestly, if drama were a currency, you'd be richer than the Montagues and the Capulets combined.
Alice shoots a glare but stays in character, slightly flustered.
Anya:
(turning to Damian)
And Romeo, my dear boy, blink twice if you are being held hostage by this walking emotional storm.
Damian blinks twice exaggeratedly. Anya raises a mock-eyebrow.
Anya:
(smiling slyly)
Noted. I'll send a rescue party—right after rehearsal.
Louis claps enthusiastically, spilling some popcorn.
Anya smirks, soaking up the spotlight as the rest of the cast exchanges amused and bewildered looks.
Anya (Priest):
Alright, lovebirds, we're about to witness the sacred union of Juliet—who cries more in this play than a toddler denied candy—and Romeo, who apparently thinks "love at first sight" is a solid life strategy.
Alice opens her mouth to protest but thinks better of it. Damian smirks.
Anya:
(smirking)
Now, Romeo, do you swear to love Juliet despite her penchant for dramatics, emotional outbursts, and the occasional poison-induced panic?
Damian (Romeo):
(grinning)
I do.
Anya:
Juliet, do you promise to keep your swooning to a manageable level and not collapse on every emotional cliffhanger?
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