Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Mar 31, 2009 22:19:46 GMT -5
I felt strangely apprehensive. Part of the problem was that I was sober. Mostly. I took a swallow from my flask to try and remedy that situation. Even though I knew that the City of Elua was one of my few chances to succeed before my father cut me off, it didn't pay to be totally removed of my element.
I was putting undue pressure on myself. I knew my play was superlative. Now I just needed performers. And costumes. And a place to perform it. There were a few playhouses that I surmised would put on the play, and I had already provided my script. No one could deny that my writing was transcendent, but it would hinder the production if I couldn't provide the actors that would bring everything to fruition.
Everything was arranged. I had established myself in the first row of the audience, eyes fixed on the stage, with some paper to take notes. I had requested that one of the stage hands man the door, but on a whim I had determined that it would be better if all the prospective actors came in at once. That way they could see each other and what they were up against. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, especially in the theater. Right now I was searching for some undiscovered genius, as most of the actors I had met in the city left me underwhelmed. Satisfying the little parts wouldn't be hard, but I wanted to get the leads resolved first. I knew that open casting wasn't done in the City, but I wanted to diverge from the norm. So I had posted advertisements all over the city. All I could do was hope for the best.
I took another deep breath. And another drink. Then I gestured to the stage hand. He nodded once, and opened the door.
Let the games begin.
I was putting undue pressure on myself. I knew my play was superlative. Now I just needed performers. And costumes. And a place to perform it. There were a few playhouses that I surmised would put on the play, and I had already provided my script. No one could deny that my writing was transcendent, but it would hinder the production if I couldn't provide the actors that would bring everything to fruition.
Everything was arranged. I had established myself in the first row of the audience, eyes fixed on the stage, with some paper to take notes. I had requested that one of the stage hands man the door, but on a whim I had determined that it would be better if all the prospective actors came in at once. That way they could see each other and what they were up against. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, especially in the theater. Right now I was searching for some undiscovered genius, as most of the actors I had met in the city left me underwhelmed. Satisfying the little parts wouldn't be hard, but I wanted to get the leads resolved first. I knew that open casting wasn't done in the City, but I wanted to diverge from the norm. So I had posted advertisements all over the city. All I could do was hope for the best.
I took another deep breath. And another drink. Then I gestured to the stage hand. He nodded once, and opened the door.
Let the games begin.