The Grapes of Gluttony

I love how this started out semi-serious and completely degenerated.

( The Grapes of Gluttony )

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Today's rehearsal was actually decent, aside from the standing for long periods of time and the freezing to death part. Seriously. It was so cold. WHY WAS IT SO COLD. Both my hands were completely numb by the time rehearsal ended. And halfway through the second act, I started getting the trembles. And they would not go away.

ADELA: Knees, stop shaking! Please.

(Adela exerts tremendous force of will and clenches her (nonexistent) knee muscles so that she'd stop shaking)

2 seconds later...

WIND: whoooooooooooooooooosh
LEAVES: flutter! spin!
ADELA'S KNEE: POP! brrrrrrrrrr...
ADELA: a;jglkasjf;lkd

The most I could hope for was that my relatively loose-fitting black pants would hide it. Which, I think, it did. For the most part.

CUE: And the lovers with their woeful ballads...
(People assume positions)
ADELA: LOVERBOY. Get over here. I'm cold. Cold cold cold.
(Adela clings onto Loverboy like a leech.)
LOVERBOY: ....
ADELA: I am a leech! I leech human warmth!
SOMEONE: blahblahblah I read my poem that no one cares about because they're too cold to think
LOVERBOY: ...I can feel you shaking. Like. Shaking. Or is that me?
ADELA: ...it's me.

>>;; I felt sort of like... a leaf. You know? Like I was about to blow away.

SO COLD. AHHHHHHHHHH.

In other news, Loverboy, after having crushed on just about every other girl in the school, has finally (we think) found his match! The entire CW: Poetry class is happy for them. They act just like an anime couple! It's almost hilariously accurate. And sort of cute. Example,

(Loverboy and Lovergirl are just milling about talking to each other)

We couldn't hear the conversation here, but they suddenly shot off like bullets. Presumably it went something like:

LOVERBOY: Let's race over there!
LOVERGIRL: Okay!

Or maybe,

LOVERGIRL: Come catch me! /starts running away... really fast
LOVERBOY: Oh yeah! /gives chase

In any case,

POETRY II GIRLS: Whoa, look at them GO. They should join Cross Country!

He caught her under the tree on the opposite end of the quad, and they grasped each other in a passionate, rough embrace.

POETRY II GIRLS: /winkwinknudgenudge You can't see us, but you have our support! /collapses in giggles
LOVERBOY and LOVERGIRL: /do not see us
POETRY II GIRLS: /heaps of giggles, piles of giggles, oh, bring on the giggles

A while later...

SOMEONE: Whoa, look, they're still there! Have they moved?
SOMEONE ELSE: Nope, don't think so.
FIRST PERSON: Gosh, how long has it been?
PERSON #3: 64s, 65s, 66s...

It lasted exactly 2 minutes and 38 seconds. We counted. (Because we are ooliao like that.)

They hung around there for quite a while after breaking up the rough passionate hug. Until we dared Penguin Kid (he has an obsession with penguins that doesn't quite make sense because the penguins HE draws have chicken beaks, or what looks like chicken beaks, and penguins don't have chicken beaks so it must be like a... penckin. or a chicguin.) to say "small hips" into the mike. Penguin Kid refused.

PENGUIN KID: I won't say that, but I will say this...
PENGUIN KID: HEY GUYS, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU!
(EVERYONE: ...don't TELL them that!)

At least, we meant to say that, but Loverboy had leapt up and sprinted back across the whole quad so fast we thought he probably set a world record, and we were all too busy gaping in shock. Then he sort of gave Penguin Kid a shove and walked away.

Isn't that just like an anime? You tell me.

ehehehehehe

PS. I will finish the concert entry. I will, I will. I just have to wait until I have some more time...