Emmett Lawrence
Flopping, preemptively.
Fri Feb 17, 2017 00:47
67.140.83.29

If someone had told Emmett a couple of years ago that this was where his life would lead, by no means would he have believed it. Yet here he was, fifteen years old and laying on the floor of the RMI theatre stage, staring aimlessly up into the rafters.

He hadn’t started out laying down, the way most people did. No, he was standing, moving, going through the motions of his blocking. That much he could always seem to remember. Not the lines, though, the forgetting of which being what had caused him to end up sprawled out on the floor. Maybe it was because blocking was physical. Emmett had a great muscle memory, even for just walking here, doing a thing, and walking back. It was his memory memory that was apparently garbage and unconducive to memorizing his lines.

He had sat down to pull out the script and check it over, but as the minutes passed and he grew more and more self-deprecating, he found himself laying back, his script cast away beside him. That was where he was now. The Lyra sighed. Sometimes it was so dreadfully inconvenient, being this stupid.

What he needed was to figure out some kind of method, if that was possible. The only way he could get his stupid brain to remember stuff for class was to do the gum thing, chewing a certain flavor while he studied and then the same flavor when he took the test. It wasn’t perfect - in fact it might have been a placebo, really - but Emmett found it helpful. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t exactly chew gum during a show, so that didn’t really work out here.

Unless he wanted to attempt to sneak gum on stage and sing while chewing, but that didn’t seem smart or safe. Also, he didn’t really want to do anything that might annoy Director Tennant.

Emmett groaned and rolled onto his stomach. When he did this, however, he caught sight of something he hadn’t expected: another person. The surprise sent him scrambling to at least sit upright. “Uh. Hey there,” he said nervously. He glanced nervously away, his sight landing on his script beside him. The fourth year sighed again. “Would you want to maybe run lines with me? I am…. I’m a mess.”

    • So very macho - Dardanius Dubois, Wed Feb 22 08:10
      Dardanius had gone into the theatre for the only reason he had ever gone into the theatre: he was looking for Marissa. It was quiet when he entered, but he could see something on the stage. Until he... more
      • I'm sensing some sarcasm there. - Emmett, Sat Feb 25 17:36
        Emmett smiled despite his own dramatics. Danny was a good dude. Definitely his best male friend. (He didn’t think he had a girl he could call his best female friend, unless he counted Marissa but... more
        • Whatever gave you that impression? - Dardanius, Mon Feb 27 10:01
          Emmett asked Danny what he was doing in the theatre. It was a fair question; for someone who wasn't interested in theatre (aside from being in the audience; he was happy to be looking at the stage,... more
          • Just a hunch. - Emmett, Mon Mar 6 02:12
            “I was just looking for Marissa.” Oh. Emmett paused. A part of him instinctively wanted to be jealous and accusatory, but he less than politely told that part of himself to cram it. For one thing,... more
            • Gut Feeling - Danny, Mon Mar 6 15:14
              The way Emmett answered that he hadn’t seen Marissa suggested to Danny that the fourth year had been in the theatre for a substantial part of the day. He might have been interpreting it incorrectly,... more
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