Curtain call

As an actress, ive had many a moments where i just feel physically sick befor ei get on stage i love acting love it to bits, but its dosent half scare the s**t outta me

I look out across the crowd, like ive done many nights before. Counting , aimlessly.

 

 

200, 300, 400,500

 

 

too many at any cost. Far far to many , but i have to keep my composer, one act at a time. The first act the beginning, the hook , the latch. So i cant f**k up.

 

 

Look at the lights it normally works, brings down your racing pulse , cant beat the nasuea though thats always there, always until its over, even when you not on stage, not over till the curtain falls and noone's looking at anyone upon it.

 

 

Look down cheak your watch.

 

 

15minutes till go time, 15minutes and 24 seconds, 23 seconds , 22 seconds.

 

 

 Will we even start bang on time?

 

 

we should i mean where meant to its what it says in the program right. But people are late still coming thru the door , still more people coming thru those big wooden double doors. I want to run and shut them, fly down the alise place my hand upon the door and scream.

 

ENOUGH NO MORE!

 

 But then there will be trouble so ill just stand here, and wait looking out into the crowd like ive done many nights before. Counting. Aimlessly

 

 

600,700,800,900

 

 

The hall will be full soon, and then they'll shut the doors, and there will be no exit. Just alot of people sitting there all eyes expectantly on stage.

 

 

Cheak for exits.

 

 

Open window 3 alise's down, back door down stairs never closed.

 

 

Steady steady. No need to panic yet it hasnt even started , you havent even been called backstage just yet, so just stand. Stand still. Stay calm.

 

 

I hold the script between my greasy palms, cudent read it not now, head spinning, words would be lost. I kno them anyway not a problem, off by heart , made sure of it. Wont f**k up. Cant. Im the narrator, first on to set on to set the scene, to tell the story. I cant go wrong i cant f**k up.The first act is the hook, the sinker, the reason people stay or go.

 

 

PANIC

What if i mess up?

 

What if i cant do it?

 

What if i freeze?

 

What if i throw up?

 

What if ive learnt all my lines the wrong way round, upside down back to front?

 

 

calm, stay calm, breathe deeply dont let it get to you. Thats it look forward. Cheak you watch be consious of the time.

 

 

5 minutes. 5 minutes and 10 seconds , 9 seconds, 8  seconds,

 

 

Time's going quicker than i thought it would. Speeding up like my heart, like a run away train. Lost of the track not going in the right direction anymore. Crashing.

 

 

No dont think of crashing , dont think of faliure, You can do this.

 

 

"Jane!, Jane! come on behind the stage now"

Must go back. Times ticking on . Big doors closing now.Anyone else to late to come, turned away at the door.

I step , fake confidence toward the voice. Toward the steps behind the stage where we all gather before it starts. All of us. None quite as afraid as me, i dont kno why they just dont see where everything could go wrong. Every possible mistake or error, slip up, trip up, fall.

The lights go out. Plunged into darkness. Stage lights up, time to shine. We smile to each other wish each other good look, someone gets told to break a leg. Not a nice thing i dont think, not with all the possiblites of injurys or errors.

Quick quick step up.

Lights are blinding, just look at them its an empty room

 

 

 

JANE:  A dark night. When the wind blows gently through the tree's and the wolfs howl angrly in the distance. A night where you can barely see 2 feet infront of you due to a strange and errie fog that has taken over the land you walk upon. Thats the kinda night that me and my three friends decided to make there trip into the unknown forest, the forest that we had joked about for years. Teasing each other about our fears and tempting each other to take more and more steps inside. But this time we were all older and we were all curious, and this time it was for real. No going back. On a dark and foggy night we took a trip that we would never be able to forget............

 

                         Breathe. its ok . Curtain down. Scene 2

Author's Note

Grammer and spelling will be amiss i aplogise.
Tell me what you think about the ending. To soon? .. needs more? or even if it wasnt worth wrting at all let me kno what you think

Reviews

[SilentDreamer]

I liked this, the feeling of fear through out and relief at the end. The way you wrote it. As you said some spelling problems but otherwise nice job.

[Mioki]

I liked this. The feeling if waiting as the crowd gets larger and larger, wondering how the turnout is going to be that night, those feelings were expressed perfectly. And the nervousness, hoping that you'll get every line correct and not stutter, and that the crowd's reaction will be good. Simply wonderful! I felt every bit of it, and the different font added to every emotion. Good job on this piece.

[Jibey]

It kind of worked... but Jane's lines seemed more like the start of a novel than a play - maybe I missed something lol