We Will Call You

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Reading for a part in a play can be frustrating for all concerned, but when the character becomes real it can get down right fearful.

Submitted: June 19, 2017

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"I am Aagneya, Son of fire, and I am Aakaash, the Sky above. Together I bring Aalok, Light, and I bring Aarth, Meaning, to Aadir, The Beginning!"

"No, no, no, accentuate on the word (Fire!), not on the word Beginning. Where did you go to drama school? Try it again!"

"Ah-hum, --- I am Aagneya, Son of fire!!! And I am Aakaash, the Sky above. Together I bring Aalok, Light! And I bring Aarth, Meaning, to Aadir, The Beginning."

"What is your name?"

"Tomas Storm."

"All right, we'll call you if we need you, Mr. Storm.

Next reader!"

"I am Aagneya and Aakaash, Son of fire (!) And the Sky above. Together I bring Aalok and Aarth, to Aadir; Light and Meaning to The Beginning."

"Nice line rearrangements, but the projections of drama were weak, you just didn't convince me; state your name please."

"I am Aagneya, Son of fire!"

"No, no, what is your real name."

"I am Aagneya, Son of fire! And you shall all bow down before me!"

"All right, I get it, you are still in character. Now what is your name so we can contact you if we need you?"

"I told you mortal, I am Aagneya, Son of fire!"

"Look, we don't have all day! I still have 18 more readings. So what is your name?"

The person on stage made a very dramatic gesture and then lifted the staff that he was holding.

Suddenly a flame billowed out and was aimed toward the director's assistant. It stopped just a few feet short of turning her blond hair to cinders,

"Security, --- Security! --- Where in hell is security?"

"Safety!!! --- You want safety? Perhaps I should summon Abhayaprada? But even Abhayaprada, the Bestower of Safety, cannot help you now! You have angered Aagneya, prepare to die, mortal!"

Another blast of flame came from the staff of the former reader, as he made his way down the stairs.

Everyone ran that had an exit, but the director's assistant and her assistants had nowhere to go.

"I am Aagneya and Aakaash, Son of fire and the Sky above! Together I bring Aalok and Aarth, to Aadir; Light and Meaning to The Beginning. But you have made a mockery of my message. --- Now bow before me mortals, or die!"

Still, another blast of flame came from the staff of the former reader!

"Bow, I command you!!!"

Everyone that could not escape hit the deck! Some on their knees, some face down, and most were trembling or outright crying.

Suddenly the sound of someone clapping echoed across the stadium and the unmistakable voice of the Director was heard saying, Bravo, --- Bravo, --- You are hired Mr. Raashash.

The rest of you people who do not read the trade papers and who do not know a great actor when you hear one, you can get off of the floor now; the interviews are over.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF --- 06-17-2017


© Copyright 2017 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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