Post by DEXTER MARKO on Mar 8, 2012 13:46:53 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more  Finding a play for the graduates to perform at the end of the year as their final project was a lot harder then it seemed. And every school year around winter time for the last three years Dexter had that very same issue ever since he had started out as the drama teacher. He needed to have a constant list of plays to hand out to the students of all ages, the lower the years the easier it was, because that meant he still could recycle the minor plays somewhat and the outcome would always be different depending on the students and then he didn’t get bored on watching the minor plays, for a while at least. He remembered the play that he had gotten for his senior year at Winchester, and how he had read it through and not understood a thing just like all of his classmates. But the theatre teacher at that time, Mister Roberts had told them to look at it as a challenge, to understand it before they performed the play and perform it in such a way that the audience as well knew what they were performing. A lot easier said than done, and for two months they had worked with something they didn’t understand until it started to fall together. And then they had felt incredibly stupid about feeling that it was quite easy after all, it was just their fear that had made it complicated. Years ago, he had one of the leading roles in the play named Blood Brothers and was a boy named Mickey. All in all the play was about twin brothers who were separated at birth and how they eventually found out about it years later, and having him kill his twin brother just to get shot himself directly after words. Perhaps not one of his favorite roles, but he had enjoyed playing Mickey all in all and the play had turned out good, he just didn’t like the part where he had to die, Dexter had died plenty of times on stage, but never really found it fun to do so. He almost felt as if he was attempting suicide every damn time. Dexter walked through the many shelves in the school library to see if he could find something there. His own computer was out for fixing, the computer he had in his office barely worked so his only choice was to see if there was something there that he could find. And if he did he was able to read it directly and see if it was good, rather than spending money on buying the script. He stroked his fingers over the backs of the books and read the titles to the books that were there, pouting slightly with his lips and resisted the urge to hum on the music he had in his ears from his ipod. Blur, it never failed to make him think, not to mention that it was his type of music as well. His fingers stopped by two books, both written by the same writer Martin McDonah, he took them out and gazed at the covers, one entitled ‘The cripple of Inishmaan’ with a black and white photo on the front of an old woman and a boy. The other book he held in his hand was entitled ‘A skull in Connamera’ and just like the other book had a black and white photo of a boy jumping over the grave. He flipped them around in his hands and quickly read the summary on the back of the books. “This will do for now.” He hummed for himself and turned to his left to return where he came from. He ignored the students that were sitting in couches with other books that were studying, and just opened the second book in his hands and started reading it. Soon he found a couch for himself and sat down in it, removed the strap of his bag from his shoulder and put the other book on the bag. And on he kept reading. 681, outfit, OPEN FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN (: |
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