Sweeney Has Come to Life

Helloooooooooo!!!

So, I have not been getting much sleep lately. I looked like crap, and I've been studying my brains out, as well as rehearsing a lot for our upcoming production of Sweeney Todd. Needless to say, I needed a break. Well, I found a time when I was [finally] alone and I could go to sleep. I milked that sucka up for all it was worth, setting a new record: a six hour nap.

It's the day before show night, and the cast has gathered once more to practice the final scene, where (SPOILER!!!) Sweeney dies. Well, apparently, someone was a bit upset with the actor who played Sweeney (which would be SO far-fetched, seeing how this guy is fun in real life). So, everything froze, and I guess I remembered something that happened prior to that night. It was S.K., the actress who plays Mrs. Lovett, telling a group of us that she was going to switch the razor for a real one. This way, she could finally kill her sworn enemy, G.R.

I couldn't do it. I was like, "DUDE! He's my roommate! (He's totally not my roommate)." That didn't stop her. I reminded everyone that we technically would be an accessory to a murder if we let her go through with this. No one cared. So, I left the room.

Well, the final scene was going on in me and G.R.'s room, and seeing how I knew what was about to go down, I left. I heard the music come to a climax, and I closed the door of another room. I knew what that meant. I blacked out.

I woke up again, and ran away from the dorm, knowing that the killer had left already to try and make her getaway. The cops were apathetic for some reason, so I used that time to have a meeting in S.K.'s room with the rest of us regarding the next steps.

I wanted to flee. Others wanted to stay. Still others were hitting on me (for some reason). I decided to leave.

I went on the run, guilt-ridden, kind of missing my now dead roommate/co-star. I found a place down in the South (east coast), an underground trailer park of sorts. There I found a former history teacher. Wow. He really let himself go. I can't complain though, so I make do, and make a life in a self-exile in the sewers of the South.

Time to finish my day!