Seeing Green (unnamed, G) (816 words)erinm_4600April 2 2010, 06:25:26 UTC
Jumping back, the hat fell from his head and he slammed into the shelf. The corresponding crash let the young man know that everything on the shelf was no longer on the shelf. Slowly, he turned and found that all the filters were now on the floor, creating a rainbow of plastic sheets. His eyes went wide and the hat was thrown to the ground with less care than he'd intended.
As he picked up the sheets, setting the different colors into the different boxes, he began to notice that some of the filters were different shades, but he'd already managed to sort through half of them. Deciding to just get the colors separated, he’d worry about the different shades later. If the stage manager came back to find the mess, he's surely be tossed out before his first break.
It had taken him about twenty minutes to get all the filters picked up off the floor, and he was just putting the feathered hat back on the shelf when the stage manager stopped in the doorway and waved him along. "Come on, Kid," he snapped, waving the boy to the door. "Filters!" he barked a second later, pointing to the shelves. The young man glanced at the labels on the boxes and willed himself to remember the color.
"Mauve! Let's go!" the stage manager yelled. He nodded and snatched the box of filters from the shelf without looking past the label. As they two men moved back into the theater, the stage manager pointed to the man still adjusting the lightbulbs and the boy set the box down next to the last lamp. "We need to get this chair on the platform," the stage manager continued, waving the boy into the wings on the other side of the stage.
That night, as the show began, the crowd hushed, the lights dimmed and the Mystic Man dropped into the large, red chair. A moment later, the switches were flipped an, instead of a mauve glow, the Mystic Man's face was bathed in a mossy green hue.
Backstage, the young man wondered if he should stay to the end of the show, or make a break for when the smoke started billowing.
As he picked up the sheets, setting the different colors into the different boxes, he began to notice that some of the filters were different shades, but he'd already managed to sort through half of them. Deciding to just get the colors separated, he’d worry about the different shades later. If the stage manager came back to find the mess, he's surely be tossed out before his first break.
It had taken him about twenty minutes to get all the filters picked up off the floor, and he was just putting the feathered hat back on the shelf when the stage manager stopped in the doorway and waved him along. "Come on, Kid," he snapped, waving the boy to the door. "Filters!" he barked a second later, pointing to the shelves. The young man glanced at the labels on the boxes and willed himself to remember the color.
"Mauve! Let's go!" the stage manager yelled. He nodded and snatched the box of filters from the shelf without looking past the label. As they two men moved back into the theater, the stage manager pointed to the man still adjusting the lightbulbs and the boy set the box down next to the last lamp. "We need to get this chair on the platform," the stage manager continued, waving the boy into the wings on the other side of the stage.
That night, as the show began, the crowd hushed, the lights dimmed and the Mystic Man dropped into the large, red chair. A moment later, the switches were flipped an, instead of a mauve glow, the Mystic Man's face was bathed in a mossy green hue.
Backstage, the young man wondered if he should stay to the end of the show, or make a break for when the smoke started billowing.
[part 2]
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