Scömíche: One Shots

ADDICT (Pt. 1) [PG]

//just a note, I'm in theatre so w/ the next part of this, I will probably use a lot more theatre terms that I will define at the bottom. I think all that I used here were pretty self explanatory, but I could be wrong. If you don't know what one is, just comment & I'll tell you what it is. Enjoy!//

I step off the stage, content with my performance. I had just gotten all my lines down last night and I was incredibly eager to prove to our director that I was the perfect choice for one of the leads of the play. We were doing the production called ADDICT which was... well kind of self explanatory. It's essentially a play to show the dangers of drugs and drug addiction.

It's pretty bad ass.

My character was called Ken Starr, a famous pop singer, and I was addicted to cocaine. It was fucking awesome. The best part of the play is that I'm the only one to survive, but my face is pretty messed up.

That's the part I'm worried about.

My face basically gets burned off because I was in a fire. Now I know zero things about makeup, but I can imagine that getting the 'burned off face' look couldn't be the easiest thing in the world. Luckily we have this really good makeup artist apparently. I hope she can do a good job, because I want to scare the shit out of people with my burned flesh.

I don't think that was a sentence I have ever said before.

After we do a complete run through of the show, we all head out to the audience seats and wait for instructions from our director.

"Hey Scottie, you did a great job today!" my best friend kirstie ran up to me. She is also a lead in the play and her character is addicted to alcohol and goes to a pill party. I've never heard of those before this play but it's a 'party' where everyone brings whatever pills they find, puts them all in a big bowl, and passes the bowl around. It sounds incredibly idiotic to me.

"Thanks Kirst, you too. I really felt the emotions when you said your last line. Damn that hits hard. 'Everyone woke up, but me.' Whoever came up with that is a genius." I said to her.

"I know right! I love the part honestly. It's totally me." she said before realizing what she could have intended by that. "I mean it's not me! Pill parties are stupid and I've never even had alcohol..." she was blushing really hard.

I just laughed at this and told her I understood what she meant. Just as we were about to talk about the other characters, our director came out and stood in front of us.

"Great job today, guys. I'm really proud of you. I think this play is going to hit the community really hard. Now I just have a few notes to mention..." She called out some of the characters and began giving some critique, telling them to be louder, show more emotion, etc. When she got to me I was really nervous.

Even though I knew I had done a great job, I still thought that maybe I was too confident with it.

"Scott. Great job today. I can really tell that you have been working hard on your lines. My little Ken Starr is growing up so fast!" everybody laughed at that and I blushed. "Keep working that emotion with your last scene though. I mean it's great but it doesn't hurt to add more." I nodded and wrote it down in my phone so I wouldn't forget.

She began to talk again. "Okay that's it for individual notes. Oh! The technicians finished the set today so after rehearsal, we are going to start painting. If anyone could stay after to help, that would be awesome. By tomorrow we should have a completed set then!" I smiled at this. My stage will be ready!

"Now all that's left is pulling together a few things. I've already talked to everyone about their makeup, which is pretty simple, except for Scott. Luckily we have a new addition to the techs who is really good at makeup. I was hoping you could stay after and we could work on that burned look?" I nodded again and texted my mom that I would be staying later.

"Great!" She replied. "So that's it for this little meeting. Remember that show week is in ten days, people! TEN DAYS. That's sooner than you think. Drink lots of water, do your homework, and don't forget to take your vitamins. See you guys tomorrow after school!" She finished and I stood up and walked to Kirstie.

"Are you staying after to help paint?" I asked her as she was putting her script away in her backpack.

"I was thinking about it. I mean like no one ever stays to help paint and I feel bad... Although I do have a lot of homework..." She thought for a bit.

"Well you know kit... Jeremy will probably stay. I mean he's a tech so." She looked up suddenly.

"Oh my god Scott, you're right." She smiled big. "I'm TOTALLY staying to help paint." She ran off, I assumed to see what to paint.

I laughed and turned to walk toward our director to find out where the makeup girl is.

"Hey Mrs. where is this makeup person you were talking about?" I asked her.

She didn't look up from her notebook as she said "Dressing room!"

I sauntered off backstage to go find her. Wait. I can't go in the girls dressing room?

I go to the door and knocked loudly. "Hello?" I said. No answer. I knocked again.

Suddenly, a door behind me opened. It was the boys dressing room. I turned and saw a small boy with brunette hair peaking out.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

I gulped, still shocked by his beauty. How have I not seen him before? "I umm... was looking for the makeup girl. She's supposed to help me have like a... burned off face." I said.

"Well hi. My name is Mitch." He said. I was confused by this.

"I'm the makeup girl." He said simply.

Oh.