Post by mesquite75 on Sept 16, 2009 20:35:11 GMT -5
Okay this is my first story ever so please comment and tell me what you think! Any suggestions would be helpful and most welcome ;D
After rehearsals one evening, five images could be seen sprawled all over the stage.
"I love this, but it's killin' me! I keep messin' up!"
"Same here, Damo. Amazin' how much these mistakes and all that swanky walkin' can get to ya."
These two voices came from the two figures sprawled opposite each other on the stage. Damian (Damo), the first speaker, a teenager who looked (and sounded for that matter) older than his years, lay on his back with his arms behind his head. Keith, the second speaker, lay on his back with his head on the floor. With his arms crossed on his chest and legs stretched out, it looked as if all his energy was just spent on saying those two sentences. The three other figures were haphazardly set in a seated position with their legs dangling off the stage.
"Well, lads, let's get our minds off it then. Let's play a game," said one of the three.
"What kind of a game you talkin' about, Paul?"
Paul turned his head to reply, "Oh, I dunno, George. I guess we could play the story game. You know how to play right?"
"Oh o' course. Played it wit' me Sarah several times. She loves it."
George was the only father of the group. Paul was more of the partner in crime (usually with Keith).
"Wait!" exclaimed the final figure. "Help me out here. I've never heard of that game before in my life!"
"Oh, it's easy, Ryan," said Paul. "Somebody starts off tellin' a story, and then we all take turns cutting in and adding to it."
"Oh, I see," said Ryan.
"Can I start?" asked Damian.
"Sure. We might as well go age-wise anyway. Give a little order to all the mayhem comin' up. By the way, the fun of it all is makin' it crazy," Paul said with a wink.
"Well," Damian began, "we all decided to go to Romania on a holiday and rent a house for a month. So one day, we're all watchin' the tele when we hear the doorbell ring. We all scramble to answer the door, and when we open it, in walks what looks like three gypsies--two men and a lady. They just strut in like they own the place. Then, the two guys just randomly burst out singing some kind of weird language. One of 'em we'll name Raggle--"
"Raggle???" said Keith. "What kind of a stupid name is that!?!"
"Hey who's tellin' the story here! Anyway, one named RAGGLE is singin' in a seriously high voice."
Damian tried to imitate it, but he couldn't. That set all the other guys off laughing.
"And the other who we'll name TAGGLE," he said with a smug look at Keith, "starts singin' in a really low voice."
This time he started sang gibberish in a really, Really, REALLY deep voice which sets all the guys in tears from laughing so hard.
"Whilst the lady whose name--"
"Is not important," cut in Keith, "went madly about the house as if searchin' for somethin'. We're still kinda in shock over here at the guys singing right in front of us, so we forget momentarily about the girl. Meanwhile, this lady is looking upstairs and downstairs and in every closet til finally she finds Paul's leather jacket--"
"Hey!!" cut in Paul."
Keith just gave him and big grin and continued. "Til she finds Paul's leather jacket and bolts out the door with," here he gave a pause, and then finally an exasperated sigh. "Raggle and Taggle."
"Okay Keithy boy," said Paul. "I'm cutting in now before you can do any more damage! After this strange episode, we all come back to the tele just in time to see Liverpool cream Man United."
He paused in order to give a wink to a rather offended-looking Damian.
"Then later on, our landlord knocks on our door askin' if we've seen his wife (thinkin' she might have by here for somethin'. Don't ask me what). Since we have no idea what his wife even LOOKS like, the nosy maid who's been here the. Entire. Time...."
Here he had a bit of a confused look on his face, but he quickly recovered himself and continued.
"She answered for us and said that his wife she was here with those two weird gypsies Raggle and Taggle."
"I'm cutting in now, Paul," said George. "Oh wait! It was your turn, Ryan!"
"Go ahead. Paul actually skipped me anyway. Besides, I get to make up the best part--the ending!" Ryan said with an evil grin.
"Thanks, Ryan. Well, that did it for him. He ran back to the barn on the side of the house and burst through the stable door looking for a horse. We're still following him wondering what he's gonna do when he looks at us, points at five horses, and says, 'Well? Are you coming with me? Because if you are, you must be fast!' So, we somehow get our horses saddled (don't ask me how) and follow him on this amazing race."
"We rode all over the place," cut in Ryan. "North, west, east, south, you name it, we went there. Finally, we find her in this huge, flower-covered field. Apparently, Raggle and Taggle had something against the landlord, so they abducted his wife and killed her. The End," he said simply.
"WHAT??!?!?!!" all the guys screamed in unison.
"It makes more sense this way! Why else would they be singing at our house than to tell their compadres where they are, what they're doing, and to get ready without the girl knowing it!?!"
"That makes zero sense," Damian said.
"It's not SUPPOSED to!" cried Paul. "I told you! The whole point is to make it crazy and fun."
"Well, we certainly did that all right," said George.
"I dunno 'bout you lads, but I'm gonna go catch a few winks. See ya tomorrow!"
With that, Keith got up and walked off toward his room. Pretty soon, all the lads followed suit and were happily snoring, dreaming about gypsies, leather jackets, and horses.
THE END