And I give my main character for this one a name. And she meets people. Or... whatever.
“Hi everyone, I’m Sophie – I’m the new PA for Darkwoods Summer Theatre. Now, since I don’t know any of you people…”
“We’re not people!” Shouted a voice from the back
“Ookay… so what are you then?”
“Well I’m a fairy.” I couldn’t see who said it, but it was a deep, masculine voice, like from the bowels of hell.
“Just because you’re gay, doesn’t mean you’re not a person.”
“No, I’m actually a fairy. Not human. Dumbass.” Same deep voice with a soupcon of scorn.
“And I’m an elf.”
“I’m a pixie.”
“I’m a water sprite.”
“And we’re nymphs!” That seemed to come from the entire female contingent.
“Right, of course you are. Still, I don’t know anybody, so I’m just going to go down the list and call your names, and I can put faces to them. Crista?”
“Here!” One of the nymphs. Blonde hair, blue eyes, short.
“Carissa?”
“Here!” Another nymph. Blonde hair, green eyes, very short.
“Crystal?”
“Here!” Nymph. Blonde hair, green eyes, very, VERY short. I went through the rest of the nymphs; Katie, Kristen, Kirsten, Kasey, Caitlin, Cassie, and Candace. All very thin, ranging in size from short to midget, and most were blonde. Actually, Kasey was a red head, and Cassie was a brunette, and the only dark-skinned one out of the bunch. The rest apparently hadn’t seen sun for years. I was never going to keep track of them.
“So, what happens if I call someone the wrong name?” The chorus nymphs glared at me. And then one of them started giggle and in about two seconds they were on the floor completely incapacitated. I hated all of them already. “Okay, now for the boys… James?” The deep voiced fairy raised his hand. The boys were easier – oh sure, there were three James, (who would have thought mythical creatures would have such boring names?) but one was a fairy, one was some sort of cat-person, and one was a troll. In addition to them, there was Brendan the pixie, Theo the water sprite, Drake and Dan the elves, Bill the faun, Armand the fairy, and Cassidy the nymph. I figured the troll was only there to either toss the nymphs, or be part of the scenery. Or both.
“Alright everyone. Prixus is going to be late for rehearsal, so the dance captain,” I looked down at my sheet, “Cassidy, will go over what has already been choreographed. I’m here to watch the clock, or if you need anything.” A glint came into the ensemble’s eyes. That last statement needed amending. “Related to rehearsal and the show, of course.” I didn’t think it would help that much, but it made me feel a little better anyway.
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