ACT I Meeting
Black curtains hide the stage
Obscure sounds behind
A fit of rage
The orchestra plays a dirge
Droning a mournful sound
The curtains unfurl revealing one lone sole with anguished features
Pacing, he looks out towards the audience then hides his face.
A white robed figure emerges on stage like a specter
The curtain fall all is quiet
ACT II THE TRAGEDY.
The orchestra plays the music of an angels ballad
Behind the opening curtains we find the white robed figure in an embrace with the solitary man. Reaching up with a trembling hand the solitary man touches the unseen lips behind the opaque veil. The specter turns breaking the embrace. All are watching. The lights turn red the specter now clad in robes of crimson. The curtain falls with the sounds of smashing glass.
Then silence.
ACT III Regret
Black curtains hide the stage. Obscure sounds behind A fit of rage The orchestra plays a dirge droning a mournful sound.
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I like plays, although I am somewhat ignorant in this area. This was short to the point and set well with metaphor. Somehow it brought to mind Equus
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