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lost poetic ethic
Title: lost poetic ethic
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Yosafire, Froze, Macarona, Rawberry, Dialo, Chelan, Etihw
Pairing(s): Yosafire/Froze, Dialo/Chelan
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 530
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The students pick out the school play.
Notes: I wrote something, hallelujah.
In theory, a class play was a good idea. Lowrie said that they needed to have more of a focus on the arts, and Greif agreed that at least one play a year would be beneficial. She even agreed to let the students pick what play from a specific playwright.
In hindsight, that was where it all went wrong.
“Comedy.”
“Tragedy.”
“Comedy!”
“Tragedy.”
Yosafire narrowed her eyes at Froze. “All those tragedies are super boring!”
“The comedies are banal and half of their ‘humor’ is based on crossdressing, which isn’t even funny,” said Froze, arms folded. “The tragedies are the plays where Shakespeare’s skill as a playwright shines.”
“Comedy!”
“Tragedy.”
“How about a history?” said Macarona, piping in with a nervous expression. “I-I mean, if that would be okay…”
Froze paused and considered this. “It’s not really our history… but I suppose that would be fine.”
Shaking her head firmly, Yosafire said, “Some other place’s history is even more boring than the tragedies! Macarona, you’ve turned on me too?”
Macarona’s eyes widened as she stammered, “No, I mean I just thought it could be a compromise! Eep...”
“C’mon, somebody back me up here,” said Yosafire. “Hey, Rawberry!”
Rawberry snored contentedly at her desk.
“Figures. Uh, Dialo?” Yosafire asked. “You want a comedy, right? Pleaaase?”
“Romeo and Juliet,” said Dialo, with an air of finality. Chelan, beside her, nodded.
Yosafire pouted. “You’re already picking out the play?!”
“It is one of the most famous,” said Froze. “I don’t mind choosing that one.”
Macarona said, “It might be nice to have something everyone knows for our first play… Sorry, Yosafire.”
Yosafire’s pout intensified. “Fine, if I’m outnumbered… But I want to be Romeo! And Froze can be Juliet!”
Froze sighed heavily and said, “Romeo and Juliet die, you know.”
“...Whaaaat?!”
“You’ve never even read it?” asked Froze. “They’re idiot teenagers who fall for each other and die within a few weeks of having met each other. It’s not romantic at all.”
“I take it back, I take it back! Froze and I are gonna last forever!” said Yosafire.
Dialo said, “That’s fine. I’ll play Romeo, and Chelan will be Juliet.”
Chelan chirped her agreement.
A small silence filled the room, eventually broken by Macarona’s, “Chelan, won’t you need to talk in front of people to play Juliet? And you’ll have to project, too...”
Chelan hung her head and hummed sadly.
“She says she’ll work on props instead,” said Dialo. “But I was looking forward to playing Romeo against her…”
“You’d need to emote a lot more to play Romeo,” said Froze, shaking her head. “So who can we actually get to play him?”
All eyes looked to Rawberry, who was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “...Wha?”
(Rawberry made an expectedly poor Romeo, and Macarona, her Juliet, had to keep feeding her her lines. On the other hand, Yosafire made an excellent Mercutio, if one that had an interesting interpretation of the text by declaring later that Mercutio and Tybalt ought to have just made out. Froze, the Tybalt in question, declined to comment.
Etihw came to watch, along with Kcalb, and said that they were deeply moved by the performance.)
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): Yosafire, Froze, Macarona, Rawberry, Dialo, Chelan, Etihw
Pairing(s): Yosafire/Froze, Dialo/Chelan
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 530
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The students pick out the school play.
Notes: I wrote something, hallelujah.
In theory, a class play was a good idea. Lowrie said that they needed to have more of a focus on the arts, and Greif agreed that at least one play a year would be beneficial. She even agreed to let the students pick what play from a specific playwright.
In hindsight, that was where it all went wrong.
“Comedy.”
“Tragedy.”
“Comedy!”
“Tragedy.”
Yosafire narrowed her eyes at Froze. “All those tragedies are super boring!”
“The comedies are banal and half of their ‘humor’ is based on crossdressing, which isn’t even funny,” said Froze, arms folded. “The tragedies are the plays where Shakespeare’s skill as a playwright shines.”
“Comedy!”
“Tragedy.”
“How about a history?” said Macarona, piping in with a nervous expression. “I-I mean, if that would be okay…”
Froze paused and considered this. “It’s not really our history… but I suppose that would be fine.”
Shaking her head firmly, Yosafire said, “Some other place’s history is even more boring than the tragedies! Macarona, you’ve turned on me too?”
Macarona’s eyes widened as she stammered, “No, I mean I just thought it could be a compromise! Eep...”
“C’mon, somebody back me up here,” said Yosafire. “Hey, Rawberry!”
Rawberry snored contentedly at her desk.
“Figures. Uh, Dialo?” Yosafire asked. “You want a comedy, right? Pleaaase?”
“Romeo and Juliet,” said Dialo, with an air of finality. Chelan, beside her, nodded.
Yosafire pouted. “You’re already picking out the play?!”
“It is one of the most famous,” said Froze. “I don’t mind choosing that one.”
Macarona said, “It might be nice to have something everyone knows for our first play… Sorry, Yosafire.”
Yosafire’s pout intensified. “Fine, if I’m outnumbered… But I want to be Romeo! And Froze can be Juliet!”
Froze sighed heavily and said, “Romeo and Juliet die, you know.”
“...Whaaaat?!”
“You’ve never even read it?” asked Froze. “They’re idiot teenagers who fall for each other and die within a few weeks of having met each other. It’s not romantic at all.”
“I take it back, I take it back! Froze and I are gonna last forever!” said Yosafire.
Dialo said, “That’s fine. I’ll play Romeo, and Chelan will be Juliet.”
Chelan chirped her agreement.
A small silence filled the room, eventually broken by Macarona’s, “Chelan, won’t you need to talk in front of people to play Juliet? And you’ll have to project, too...”
Chelan hung her head and hummed sadly.
“She says she’ll work on props instead,” said Dialo. “But I was looking forward to playing Romeo against her…”
“You’d need to emote a lot more to play Romeo,” said Froze, shaking her head. “So who can we actually get to play him?”
All eyes looked to Rawberry, who was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “...Wha?”
(Rawberry made an expectedly poor Romeo, and Macarona, her Juliet, had to keep feeding her her lines. On the other hand, Yosafire made an excellent Mercutio, if one that had an interesting interpretation of the text by declaring later that Mercutio and Tybalt ought to have just made out. Froze, the Tybalt in question, declined to comment.
Etihw came to watch, along with Kcalb, and said that they were deeply moved by the performance.)