To Defy
I had never noticed the echo on the guitar before, and it's now my new favorite 39 seconds.
And while I'm here, since I hate multiple posts and entries without subject headings (it feels so good to finally get that off my chest), Mercutio and Goliath were over for rehearsal on Saturday. We were doing the mace scene. Naturally, we had concerns so Mercutio tried to walk us through it. Asshole starts going on with all this scientific jargon about chemicals and dilution theories he wanted to mix in. After a lot of nonsense that ultimately sounded more unsettling rather than confidence-inspiring, Goliath asks him "Is it safe?"
And without hesitation he has the can from out of God-knows where and sprays Goliath in the eyes. Next thing I know he's on the floor just screaming his guts out, kicking, foaming, clawing around with whichever hand is not scratching at his face, and through his fingers I can see how quickly he's gone beat red. Mercutio and I are on our feet, unsympathetically just as shocked as Goliath.
"What the fuck did you just do?" was all I could seem to get out.
"All right," he said, both of us still watching the monster, "I know it's fucked up, but I've thought long and hard about this, and I know in the end he'll forgive me. He told me he wanted this thing to look real, and he wanted to be as ready as humanly possible, and that he wanted to make a film as one-hundred percent real as he could do. I'm pretty sure it'll be okay."
"Well," I said, "when you put it that way."
"Yea...It's gonna be tougher with you," he said, and when I peeled my eyes from Goliath, he was looking at me.
"You...what?" and I turned to run, but he grabbed my collar and yanked me back. 'I'm sorry' was the last thing I heard before everything went red for an instant, then bright, uncompromising, unforgivingly bright white. He dropped me flat on my back, but through pure adrenaline I rose myself to my knees, putting all strength I had into both arms, flailing, flailing like an insane man, like a psychopath, my only desire to get my hands on the motherfucker and beat him to shit. Because I didn't ask for it.
And while I'm here, since I hate multiple posts and entries without subject headings (it feels so good to finally get that off my chest), Mercutio and Goliath were over for rehearsal on Saturday. We were doing the mace scene. Naturally, we had concerns so Mercutio tried to walk us through it. Asshole starts going on with all this scientific jargon about chemicals and dilution theories he wanted to mix in. After a lot of nonsense that ultimately sounded more unsettling rather than confidence-inspiring, Goliath asks him "Is it safe?"
And without hesitation he has the can from out of God-knows where and sprays Goliath in the eyes. Next thing I know he's on the floor just screaming his guts out, kicking, foaming, clawing around with whichever hand is not scratching at his face, and through his fingers I can see how quickly he's gone beat red. Mercutio and I are on our feet, unsympathetically just as shocked as Goliath.
"What the fuck did you just do?" was all I could seem to get out.
"All right," he said, both of us still watching the monster, "I know it's fucked up, but I've thought long and hard about this, and I know in the end he'll forgive me. He told me he wanted this thing to look real, and he wanted to be as ready as humanly possible, and that he wanted to make a film as one-hundred percent real as he could do. I'm pretty sure it'll be okay."
"Well," I said, "when you put it that way."
"Yea...It's gonna be tougher with you," he said, and when I peeled my eyes from Goliath, he was looking at me.
"You...what?" and I turned to run, but he grabbed my collar and yanked me back. 'I'm sorry' was the last thing I heard before everything went red for an instant, then bright, uncompromising, unforgivingly bright white. He dropped me flat on my back, but through pure adrenaline I rose myself to my knees, putting all strength I had into both arms, flailing, flailing like an insane man, like a psychopath, my only desire to get my hands on the motherfucker and beat him to shit. Because I didn't ask for it.