Joker Face

Chapter 1

This chapter is dedicated to xafzaaax because she's awesome! Also, she's writing an amazing story. So yeah, go check that out!

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"Um, excuse me, but what exactly do you mean when you say all rehearsals are dress?"

"It means all rehearsals, starting from the first day, which is today, are dress, kid. You're real smart."

"But WHY?"

"The director thinks it'll keep you well prepared for the actual show 'n shit. Yeah, he can be pretty stupid." I was talking to the director's assistant.

"Fine.." I said.

It was the first day of rehearsals for my big show, and I'd reached the set fifteen whole minutes early only to have my costume thrown at me. As you might've guessed from the above conversation, the director had decided that the cast wear their costumes in all rehearsals so that we're well prepared in our costumes.

Usually, I would've hardly had any problem with this kinda thing, but this was different. Every day in my costume meant that I had to be on set, looking like a joker 24/7, with makeup and everything.  The only good part about this was that I wasn't alone. The play was such that there were several more jokers on set, some even with more ludicrous appearances than me. Yeah right, as if that's possible. Anyhoo, I wasn't the keenest to be seen wearing a joker's costume everyday at rehearsal. 

Sighing, I entered the green room for all the jokers, my joker overall slung over my shoulder. 

A good forty-seven minutes later (what? looking like a good joker is totally not easy! I pride myself in taking only forty-seven minutes), I was dressed in yellow overalls with a black T-shirt underneath, my face painted completely white, with the exception of my nose, which was painted yellow to match my overalls (yeah, no. I wasn't the classic joker). I stepped out of the green rooms with as much confidence as I could muster up, and set eyes upon the busiest back-stage ever. People were bustling about, either talking on phones or small mics attached from their ears; barking orders at other people; eating corndogs; puking corndogs; watching people puke corndogs; painting sets; and everything.

But the thing that got my attention most was the fact that there were tons of jokers. I'd already known there were gonna be many, but whenever I'd thought of them, I'd pictured them dressed in polka-dotted onezies, with white faces and tomatoes for noses and colourful afros. Definitely not what I saw. These jokers were ones with beads in their hair, some wearing suspenders and shorts, other wearing polka dotted onezies (ok, so the outfits weren't that different), some had rainbow coulored faces with black lipstick, some had silver faces with their hair covered in foil and lips laden with blood red lipstick. Only a few had the tomatoes for noses and colourful afros, but somehow, all of them managed to look like jokers, better, in fact. 

Sudddenly, I felt like something had completed the day's atmosphere. I was suddenly excited and nervous. This day was finally here. It was a little unbelievable, if I might say so myself. So many years of auditioning, and I was finally chosen. This was my chance, and it was more than I could ask for and I was gonna rock my average role.

Looking  at the bustling crowd, the colours, the painted sets and even the corndogs got me more excited. This is what actual showbiz was. This is what it was like backstage in every great play. This is...amazing. The atmosphere overwhelmed me with excitement. 

I sat my ass down on the seats, where the cast that was ready in their costumes was seated. As I went through my lines in my head, a guy, another joker, struck up a conversation with me.

"This whole play's psycho.." was his first ever statement to me.

I sort of smiled, "Why're you in it then? If you don't like it.."

"Woah there. I said it was psycho, not bad! I freaking love the play!"

"I thought it was psycho!"

"It is psycho!"

"Well.."

He let out a low chuckle, "Well, hey. I'm Harry."

"Hi," I smiled. "Caleb."

"Nice to meet you."

"How do you know that?"

He laughed a little, "Sixth sense. Let's go rehearse, now. Let's go act like psychotic jokers."

And act like psychotic jokers, we did. To say the whole thing was fun, would be an insult to the freaking play. The play was genius, just goddamn genius. Just goddamn genius. Harry was in a coupla scenes I was in, and we sorta bonded over our love for bananas in the play. Our characters loved bananas more than monkeys did.

Even though my role wasn't the biggest, I had a good time doing the parts I was in. Also, while I wasn't onstage, I was busy admiring the other actors do their thing. They were all brilliant, and funny, and just amazing. To be a part of this was one of the best experiences ever, and I was gonna be etenally grateful for this.

Harry and I stuck to each other for the whole of the first day. We sorta became good friends and neither of us knew what the other looked like. You know, because of the face paint and all. 

It was a good day. The show was gonna be in another two months, and we were going strong. It's funny how I arrived at so many different conclusions on the very first day of rehearsals. 

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"Well, see ya later, mate!" and he left.

We'd each made sure to wash off the face paint before we left, you know, so that we could recognize each other the next day. 

As I left the changing rooms with my bag slung over my shoulders, I shot the stage one last glance, and noticed one joker doing a little tap dance on it. They made no sound, but it was a pretty amazing sight. All that color and face paint and long shoes and stuff, with the tap dance. I stood there for sometime, looking at the joker doing their thing. I smiled at the ludicrous-ness of it all.Here I was, a few hours ago, thinking looking like a joker everyday at rehearsal everyday would be pathetic. And here was someone completely else, not giving a fuck, and just enjoying a little tap dance. It's amazing how the littlest of things can bring a wide smile to your face.

Sighing with content, I left the building. It was going to be an interesting two months.

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A/N: HEYYYYY!!!!! Okay, so I know, for a first chapter, this was pretty shitty. But it gets better, I promise! So please stick around! :D

Anyways, yeah, I don't have much to say. I hope you liked this (even though I know you didn't) and stuff. If you have anything to say, anything at all, comment! Also, vote and share.

Yeah, that's about it.Be back soon with another chap! See ya!

-Love,

Wonder.