The Dynamics of Primitivity || A Whizzvin Fanfiction

Macbeth's Hair, Among Other Things || Chapter One

Marvin Wells rustles Macbeth's hair with the strength of his heavy sigh.

Like incompetent animals, the actors of Roseview Theatre stumble across the *supposedly* memorized lines in their scripts. They stutter. They don't project. They don't cheat out.

Marvin's soul begins to sink into the floor. Being a stage manager seems to have aged him by twenty years.

But Wells still fake-laughs at Whizzer's "old man" jokes, which have grown from playful to downright malicious. But, of course, he's the star of the show -- Marvin can't totally kick his ass to the curb, no matter how badly he wants to.

The reason Whizzer is so mean to him is pretty simple -- the two are ex-lovers. Why they cut each other off could be pinned on Marvin's stupidity, Whizzer's arrogance -- in fact, the downfall could be the result of any flaw of their choosing. But if Marvin has learned anything from theatre - more particularly, Into The Woods - it doesn't matter whose fault it is. They're both still lonely in the end. Spoiler alert.

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Many dates ensue. Marvin would often get stood up, to put it politely.

Often, he finds himself staring in the mirror trying to pinpoint exactly what causes such romantic hopelessness. His frown seems to comically protrude from his chin. Bitterly, he recalls how his smiles used to look with Whizzer on his shoulder. Too bad they were fake, too.

However, this series of embarrassments results in something good. Jamie. A gentle face. Soft eyes. Non-venomous.

Because of his new companion, rehearsals are exponentially more interesting. Marvin becomes ecstatic when he sees Whizzer's expression drop or his face shift out of discomfort.

It's wonderful.