Post by Basil Karlo on Jul 10, 2015 22:08:20 GMT
"This is what it has come to"
Sitting in his dressing room in the Gotham Theater is a defeated man, the once great actor, Basil Karlo, who was now having to settle for roles in broadway productions at the local community theater.
"Seriously though, WHAT IS THIS SHIT!"
Basil takes the script that is played out over his desk and violently shoves it away.
"I am Basil Karlo for fuck sake! and they expect me to beat this dead fucking horse"
"Come on Basil, Alice and Wonderland are classic. You should be honored to have a role in this production. I know I would!"
The ever so cheerful sound, was from Clay Thomas, a young, up and coming actor, who for the past couple of years has been shadowing Basil as his Assistant, with the hope the he one day, could be just as great.
"Did I ask you to speak kid!? NO, I did not, your job is to fetch me coffee, not share your opinions"
"I just think...."
"You just think what, that every role has a bright side", Basil lets out a mocking laugh, "I use to be like you, kid. I use to think of the glass half full, even if the glass was full of shit."
"What changed?"
"I WISED UP, THATS WHAT FUCKEN CHANGED"
Looking down at the ground at the papers, Basil looks at Clay.
"Well, PICK THEM UP! make yourself useful, for once in your pathetic life and after your done with that. You can go fetch me a coffee, apparently cocaine is found upon in this place, so I guess I have to find another way to get a hard on, for this role."
Clay kneels down and gets the papers in order and sets them in front of Basil, before making his quick exit. And you could not blame the kid, Basil was not the easiest guy to work for.
No sooner then Basil picks up the script and is reading through his lines, there is a knock at his dressing room door.
"FOR FUCK SAKE, who is it?"
Knock Knock
"Alright, Alright, just come in"
The director of this hot mess walks in.
"Basil"
"Yes"
"We need to talk"
FADE
Sitting in his dressing room in the Gotham Theater is a defeated man, the once great actor, Basil Karlo, who was now having to settle for roles in broadway productions at the local community theater.
"Seriously though, WHAT IS THIS SHIT!"
Basil takes the script that is played out over his desk and violently shoves it away.
"I am Basil Karlo for fuck sake! and they expect me to beat this dead fucking horse"
"Come on Basil, Alice and Wonderland are classic. You should be honored to have a role in this production. I know I would!"
The ever so cheerful sound, was from Clay Thomas, a young, up and coming actor, who for the past couple of years has been shadowing Basil as his Assistant, with the hope the he one day, could be just as great.
"Did I ask you to speak kid!? NO, I did not, your job is to fetch me coffee, not share your opinions"
"I just think...."
"You just think what, that every role has a bright side", Basil lets out a mocking laugh, "I use to be like you, kid. I use to think of the glass half full, even if the glass was full of shit."
"What changed?"
"I WISED UP, THATS WHAT FUCKEN CHANGED"
Looking down at the ground at the papers, Basil looks at Clay.
"Well, PICK THEM UP! make yourself useful, for once in your pathetic life and after your done with that. You can go fetch me a coffee, apparently cocaine is found upon in this place, so I guess I have to find another way to get a hard on, for this role."
Clay kneels down and gets the papers in order and sets them in front of Basil, before making his quick exit. And you could not blame the kid, Basil was not the easiest guy to work for.
No sooner then Basil picks up the script and is reading through his lines, there is a knock at his dressing room door.
"FOR FUCK SAKE, who is it?"
Knock Knock
"Alright, Alright, just come in"
The director of this hot mess walks in.
"Basil"
"Yes"
"We need to talk"
FADE
