The text is something reminiscent of some seventies drama, setting the tone for the piece well, all over the top reactions. Then the music begins, it sounds slightly alien and strange, reflecting the fact the main character is also somewhere strange. I like the use of lip syncing, showing that all of this is from the man's point of view. However, I did not sympathise with nor like him, the woman or her husband. No characteristics are shown that I particularly like. When the husband goes on his search, the main character describes him going into the bathroom and looking behind the curtain when he couldn't have known that which was a bit off-putting. Then when the husband opens the closet, the main character has a gun ready which is a bit over the top in my opinion. Right I think @Skye Walker is next, do you want a dare or a truth?
Okay, I now have time and am getting around to this. Here we go, I have zero experience in sonnets, so let's do this. >_> I see a man that's on my solemn left, and he is staring sadly at the floor. I think he thinks that he has failed his test, But honestly, I can never be sure. We had to write out paragraphs on Earth, and how the people of it move around, I don't know anything that rhymes with Earth... I might just put this sonnet in the ground... But now I've moved into a different class, where keys click slowly and I'm still writing trash, and all the student kiss the teacher's ass, I swear, I'll just drive home, eat food, and crash. This is the end of my forced rhyme, I'll cringe and wince, 'til end of time.
Good thing I checked your bio before asking the question I had in mind. You're way too young for that one. If you have a sibling, have you ever done something truly mean just to get back at them for something? (If no sibling, how about someone else.)
Oh, I have a sibling. But she's nine years younger than me, (she's seven) so basically doing anything rude is a complete no-no in the household. XD However. I'm very passive-aggressive, so I'll tell this story. When I was in seventh grade, I played the violin at school. I was one of the top in my class, getting first and second chair, first violin, never sinking below that. One of my best friends was the "competitor". It was all in good fun, though, so it wasn't a problem. We didn't care one way or the other, really. Or so I thought. Award day rolled around, and I was handed a best-in-class certificate. I was proud, and I thought that my friend (Let's call her Sarah) was happy for me. It turns out, she was majorly jealous. I found out from my best friend (male, who I shall call Steve), who was in French with her, that she had been saying awful stuff, like, "I deserved that award, I got first chair so many more times than her! Ugh!" and that everyone had been comforting her and telling her that, "Yes, you deserved it, you work so much harder than her." I was rightfully very pissed off. Steve was actually shocked (I may or may not have punched a wall and that was a mistake). Seventh period comes and I take out the certificate, still very angry and betrayed, and I write on the back, "Heard you wanted this. It's yours." I didn't sign it. So, I go home, sleep on it a bit, wake up, I'm still pissed, and when I get to school, I give it to her wordlessly. And then I walk away. It was a messed up situation. XD [continuation for those who like a nice resolution] The next day Sarah comes up to me, clearly very upset, and apologizes. She also sends me this email: "Skye, when I didn’t get an award, I was mad at [teacher]. Not you. You deserve this, and you’re such a better violinist than me. I guess I was just mad, and jealous, and I let it get the better of me. I’m really sorry. I was never mad at you. I was just frustrated, and that day, I was having a really bad day. My sister had to go to the hospital, and my dad was on a business trip, and they didn’t care about the awards day. You’re so smart and so talented, and you deserve this award. You practice really hard, and you deserve to be first chair, not second. Yesterday was not your fault, it was mine. You are so smart, and so talented, and my best friend. Please forgive me. I know that you probably won’t, but you will always be my best friend." I was still upset for the next few days, but in eighth grade, we reconnected, and everything's fine now. If anything came out of that, it's the realization that damn I can be downright cruel when I want to, and in no circumstances should I ever become a villain. [/end continuation] Poor Steve was just there for the ride, completely nonplussed the entire time. And also rightfully angry on my behalf.
Well shit. I keep a little notebook of really interesting dreams that I incorporate into scenes of my novel. In fact, a single dream is where I got the idea for my original main plot (inner aspects heavily altered, of course). I had this dream that my man–parts were slowly turning into milk, starting at the base up. Eventually, my milkified manliness was sitting in a puddle on the ground. Then came a tyranossaurus rex who began to play in my milk. Somehow, it had gone from a puddle to a giant pool where a T-rex swam in it, and then eventually people. I wrote down all the details about how my heart was racing, both in my sleep and when I awoke, and how I felt. I was in awe for the entire time, just standing there perplexed at what in the fuck was happening. Of course, I don't think I can put down in my story the literal event of my penis turning into a public pool, but I think I can work a theme from there. "In order to fully understand what we want most, you must dream of a world in which it is taken from you." Not bad, eh
