My mom, who is 75, wants to go up to teeny tiny town near Rapid City,
to see her sister, who is 80. They live in a house in the boonies and
have no internet.
I'll be back online on Monday the 24th and promise not to miss another day.
Please bear with me, your patience is appreciated!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
MIchelle Bravo's Seduction: Chapter 5
Anne Greenstreet placed three heaping scoops of Chocolate Cashew Nut ice cream in a bowl, and took it and a spoon to her computer desk.
She had booted up her computer before making the kitchen run, and now she pulled up a word processing program.
She opened up the program for The Mousetrap and read the cast list. Then she opened up her copy of the Agatha Christie book Appointment with Death, and read the cast list for that.
Then she put them all together:
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Note: Murder at the Insert-Name-Here Playhouse is an actual play, written by me! The idea and story are copyright!
She had booted up her computer before making the kitchen run, and now she pulled up a word processing program.
She opened up the program for The Mousetrap and read the cast list. Then she opened up her copy of the Agatha Christie book Appointment with Death, and read the cast list for that.
Then she put them all together:
Members of the Delicious Death Society
The Rivals
Carl Lathom
Adrian Frost
Other Members
Gilbert (Can be
either male or female)
Passer By (Can be either male or female)
Members of the Theatre Cast
Cast of Appointment With Death/Akhnaten
Usher/Akhnaten - Carl Lathom
Nadine
Boynton/Nefertiti - Geneva Madison
Hercule
Poirot/Horemheb - Philip Droste
Lennox
Boynton/Meriptah - Reggie McIntosh
Jefferson
Cope/Nezzemut - Brian Dexter
Mrs.
Boynton/Tiy - Alexandra “Sandy”
McAlpine
Other
members of the Sweetwater Little Theatre Crew
Adrian
Frost – Stagehand/Fencing Master (?)
Philip
Droste – Director
Alice
Blue – Understudy, Nefertiti
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Note: Murder at the Insert-Name-Here Playhouse is an actual play, written by me! The idea and story are copyright!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Nice body #1
Jean-Claude Van Damme is apparently a jerk of the first water... but he does have a nice body...
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Michelle Bravo's Seduction ch 4
The second act was as good as the first. There were lots of opportunities for Christopher Wren and Detective Sergeant Trotter to show their acting shops. The actor who played Major Metcalf wasn't too bad either, showing a dry humor.
When the house lights came up, the audience gave the cast a standing ovation.
Anne Greenstreet remained seated, although she applauded as enthusiastically as all the rest.
But her face was thoughtful.
As she'd sat watching the second act, an idea had occurred to her. An idea for a play. An idea for a mystery play, featuring the same actors who had played the roles in The Mousetrap.
Quickly she took a pen out of her purse and wrote her idea on the back of the program, so she wouldn't forget it.
Then she rose to her feet and joined the throng leaving the theater.
The actors were standing in a line in the lobby - still in costume - greeting their audience, shaking hands, saying "Thanks for coming, hope you enjoyed it."
Not all the audience members paused to say hello, and Anne went with them out of the theatre. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to these actors - particularly the guys who had played Christopher Wren and Detective Sergeant Trotter - but if things went the way she intended, she'd have plenty of reason to talk to them in future without coming across like a schoolgirl with a crush.
She was going to write a play - and this company of actors would be in it!
When the house lights came up, the audience gave the cast a standing ovation.
Anne Greenstreet remained seated, although she applauded as enthusiastically as all the rest.
But her face was thoughtful.
As she'd sat watching the second act, an idea had occurred to her. An idea for a play. An idea for a mystery play, featuring the same actors who had played the roles in The Mousetrap.
Quickly she took a pen out of her purse and wrote her idea on the back of the program, so she wouldn't forget it.
Then she rose to her feet and joined the throng leaving the theater.
The actors were standing in a line in the lobby - still in costume - greeting their audience, shaking hands, saying "Thanks for coming, hope you enjoyed it."
Not all the audience members paused to say hello, and Anne went with them out of the theatre. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to these actors - particularly the guys who had played Christopher Wren and Detective Sergeant Trotter - but if things went the way she intended, she'd have plenty of reason to talk to them in future without coming across like a schoolgirl with a crush.
She was going to write a play - and this company of actors would be in it!
Friday, August 31, 2012
Story resumes Sat Sept 1
Taking tomorrow off to do some Labor Day preparton stuff for Monday...
Will get it all done on Friday, and Saturday will get back to posting this story.
So glad you all like it!
Will get it all done on Friday, and Saturday will get back to posting this story.
So glad you all like it!
Friday, August 24, 2012
Michelle Bravo's Seduction ch 3
The lights came up on a set with two entrances stage left and right, a fireplace, a radio with a British voice broadcasting winter weather news, chairs and settees, and a window at the back which had snow falling behind it.
"A murder has been committed..." said the radio voice.
Anne Greenstreet smiled with joy as the characters gradually came on stage... the wife Molly, shivering with cold, annoyed to find her husband had mis-painted the sign for Monkswell Manor, the husband coming in with dark grey hat, dark scarf and a dark coat (as the radio announces that police in London wish to question a man wearing just such an ensemble), and then the guests who will occupy the guest-house for a snowed-in weekend of murder and suspense.
It was a local theatre group - an amateur theatre group - and Anne hadn't been sure what to expect. And it was true that their English accents varied widely - some did a good job, some were barely passable. But they were all good actors and believable in their characters.
The actor playing Christopher Wren played his part for all he was worth and, as usual, got all the laughs and all the sympathy from the audience.
The actor playing Detective Sergeant Trotter did not have as showy a part - indeed, no one did! - but he was quiet and in command and commanded the stage.
Anne had chosen her seat carefully - three rows back in the center. She would have preferred to have been in the first row, but certain actors had a tendency to spit as they projected their lines to the back row. Plus she didn't really want to catch an actor's eye and be noticed.
She was working seriously on a play and had started going to see the same play over and over again, just to see the blocking and the stage craft, as well as the actors and how they performed the same part differently each night. She'd gotten some strange looks from the actors and had been afraid that they would think she was stalking them as a rabid fan, when all she was doing was stalking the play itself.
She'd treated herself to one night on the "floor" of the theatre, and, assuming she liked the play - and she found herself loving it - she would return the next night and watch it from the balcony.
The first act ended. Anne wasn't hungry or thirsty, but she wanted to support the theatre's efforts so she went out to the lobby and purchased a cup of pop and a chocolate chip cookie. The actors again were handling the lobby sales - all except Trotter and Wren, for which Emma was duly grateful. While they'd been mingling before the play, now that their roles had been established it would probably diminish Trotter's authority to see him handing out cookies, and Wren probably had to rest for the emotional second act.
Anne returned to her seat with pop and cookie and waited for the second act.
"A murder has been committed..." said the radio voice.
Anne Greenstreet smiled with joy as the characters gradually came on stage... the wife Molly, shivering with cold, annoyed to find her husband had mis-painted the sign for Monkswell Manor, the husband coming in with dark grey hat, dark scarf and a dark coat (as the radio announces that police in London wish to question a man wearing just such an ensemble), and then the guests who will occupy the guest-house for a snowed-in weekend of murder and suspense.
It was a local theatre group - an amateur theatre group - and Anne hadn't been sure what to expect. And it was true that their English accents varied widely - some did a good job, some were barely passable. But they were all good actors and believable in their characters.
The actor playing Christopher Wren played his part for all he was worth and, as usual, got all the laughs and all the sympathy from the audience.
The actor playing Detective Sergeant Trotter did not have as showy a part - indeed, no one did! - but he was quiet and in command and commanded the stage.
Anne had chosen her seat carefully - three rows back in the center. She would have preferred to have been in the first row, but certain actors had a tendency to spit as they projected their lines to the back row. Plus she didn't really want to catch an actor's eye and be noticed.
She was working seriously on a play and had started going to see the same play over and over again, just to see the blocking and the stage craft, as well as the actors and how they performed the same part differently each night. She'd gotten some strange looks from the actors and had been afraid that they would think she was stalking them as a rabid fan, when all she was doing was stalking the play itself.
She'd treated herself to one night on the "floor" of the theatre, and, assuming she liked the play - and she found herself loving it - she would return the next night and watch it from the balcony.
The first act ended. Anne wasn't hungry or thirsty, but she wanted to support the theatre's efforts so she went out to the lobby and purchased a cup of pop and a chocolate chip cookie. The actors again were handling the lobby sales - all except Trotter and Wren, for which Emma was duly grateful. While they'd been mingling before the play, now that their roles had been established it would probably diminish Trotter's authority to see him handing out cookies, and Wren probably had to rest for the emotional second act.
Anne returned to her seat with pop and cookie and waited for the second act.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Michelle Bravo's Seduction Ch 2
After having seen the Mousetrap two years ago, Anne had returned to the United States with a new enthusiasm. She'd started reading all of Agatha Christie's mysteries in order, then moved on to Dorothy Sayers and the other Golden Age authors.
One particular thing she had done was to compare the novels the authors had written, to the plays produced from those novels - for it was her desire to become a playwright and write mystery plays good enough to run on Broadway.
After graduating from high school in Rogers she'd worked at a fast food restaurant for a year while writing her play...finally deciding that she'd been too over-confident and that she should go to college and get a degree in Theatre Arts which would help her on her way.
She had applied for a scholarship and worked for another year, saving up money so she could get a little apartment in Sweetwater instead of having to stay at a dorm at the college there which she was now attending.
Anne had brought a book with her - her favorite Lord Peter Wimsey book, Murder Must Advertise, and read through it desultorily as she waited for the play to begin. She was vaguely aware that the theatre was gradually filling up and this made her happy - how said it would be to put on a play and have nobody come.
In no time at all the house lights dimmed, signalling that the play was about to begin.
Anne closed her book and looked toward the stage in anticipation.
One particular thing she had done was to compare the novels the authors had written, to the plays produced from those novels - for it was her desire to become a playwright and write mystery plays good enough to run on Broadway.
After graduating from high school in Rogers she'd worked at a fast food restaurant for a year while writing her play...finally deciding that she'd been too over-confident and that she should go to college and get a degree in Theatre Arts which would help her on her way.
She had applied for a scholarship and worked for another year, saving up money so she could get a little apartment in Sweetwater instead of having to stay at a dorm at the college there which she was now attending.
Anne had brought a book with her - her favorite Lord Peter Wimsey book, Murder Must Advertise, and read through it desultorily as she waited for the play to begin. She was vaguely aware that the theatre was gradually filling up and this made her happy - how said it would be to put on a play and have nobody come.
In no time at all the house lights dimmed, signalling that the play was about to begin.
Anne closed her book and looked toward the stage in anticipation.
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