Smiles in the Suburbs |
I'm Milana. [Pronounced ME-la-na] I act. I report. I sing. I goof. I kick butt. I multi-task like a crazy woman. As I finish my last year of high school, I prepare to take the real world on by storm. Thanks for reading! |
First off, let me make it clear that my director is the most fantastic man in the universe. He’s incredibly dramatic and dynamic and brilliant and the list is endless.
After rehearsal, the theatre is dark and the a lone lightbulb shines (the ghost light). There’s an eerie yet peaceful silence that falls over the auditorium as only three people remain. Our director tells us to listen. Noises sound with neither cause nor location. It’s somewhat unsettling, yet still serene.
Rehearsal ends and my friend and I leave; our director exits in the opposite direction. We notice another door to the auditorium remains open just a crack, and our urge to return to our theatre overcomes us as we sneak into the dark auditorium, still dimly lit by the ghost light, sit and listen.
My friend and I are unperturbed as the indescribable sounds of the theatre consume us. We jump as a low growl emerges from a crack in the door,
“Come on guys… get out.”
We laugh and are on our way. Our director isn’t mad. He understands completely.
You see, he couldn’t resist the noises either.
