Disco Inferno’s Wrath
Her voice alone filled the entire auditorium with a shrill echo. She stood center stage, her back to the audience, wearing an expression that better suited a lion viewing its prey.
“Nobody cares about this performance but me! You’re all ruining the show. You want it to be bad? Huh?! Well as it is now, it will! No one talk! Yeah I’m talking to you Jessie! I see you talking while I’m talking!”
The rant continued on for several more points until the entire company around the stage was forced to look down to avoid eye contact with their accuser. As to when she had actually reached the point in which she could accuse her fellow cast mates, no one knew. It seemed as if this angry child assigned herself the position, of cast leader and couldn’t seem to handle the pressure that came with it. Many, of course, would argue that she was, in fact, a woman not a child, having reached that point in her high school career. An equal amount people would also argue, however, that the state in which she acted, was certainly not that of a mature young adult. In place of a role model, it seemed as if the cast had received a tyrant.
“Hmmm, speaking of wasting time” muttered a disgruntled member of the company “let’s have another fifteen minute tirade about wasting time! That would be helpful!” the angry cast member’s comment seemed to hit home with several people around her, as they nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Hail Hitler!” another one chided, mocking the girls tyrannical methods. This too received positive ramifications as one section of the stage stifled laughter.
Just at the moment in which it seemed progress was about to start up again, and rehearsal would return to its normal pace, there came a sharp bang of a platform shoe hitting the floor.
“Really? You’re serious?!” the angry girl stomped and shouted “Your using a phone on stage?! Three days before we open?”
The grating screech called all eyes to the back row where a petrified girl stood holding a phone.
“It’s…my grandmother!” the girl pleaded “I have to pick up!”
“Give me the phone” Gods own tyrant responded.
With that she took the phone and promptly threw it offstage.
The show was in two days, and they still weren’t even close to ready.
