DayDream
Noah Leverett
Mrs. Reeves 6th Hour
Due Date: 10/5/06
Day Dream
Peter slowly crept across the catwalk, careful not to disturb the actors below him. He was dressed in all black, careful that no one would see him. Crawl after crawl, Peter made his way to the other side. He saw the sniper positioned in the corner of the room, also wearing just black. The mysterious man was silent and still also careful to make no disturbance in which people would notice him.
“Oh Romeo! Oh Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?”
The crowd was watching engrossed in the play before them. They were so very focused; they didn’t hear or see anything else. The theatre was very large, fitting 1000 people to watch the Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet. It was a very fancy theatre, with laced silk chairs, and very large. It remained old fashioned, even after the remodeling a few years before. Large red silk curtains hung beside the man in black. The audience was full of wealthy businessmen and famous people, all to watch the amazing new director John Hale at his work.
Mr. Hale had only been directing 2 years, but everyone loved him. He was the best new director on Broadway picking the best cast to do many famous plays. He started out directing The Phantom of the Opera, going on to direct other hit plays such as Dr. Suess’ The Grinch Stole Christmas, and also other new ones like The Producers. Hale was a nice fellow, which was part of the reason that everyone liked him. He had “character,” some would say, putting both humor and drama into most of his plays.
Today was the opening night for Romeo and Juliet; Hale was sure to make another couple million dollars.
Peter was silent for a long 5 minutes, studying the every move of the man in black. They were about 7 to 8 feet away from each other, but the sniper had no idea he was being watched.
“True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but a vain fantasy,” the actor said, in his wonderful Shakespearian voice. It seemed like the line was some sort of cue for the man to shoot, because he shifted his position, which was something he hadn’t done yet. His finger started shaking, and Peter could see his palms getting somewhat sweaty. Peter quickly jumped to the other side of the small attic-type room they were in, trying to knock the other man down. Their bodies met, and a gunshot sounded throughout the theatre. Peter held the man in a pinned position so that he wouldn’t move.
“What’s your name?” Peter yelled out to the man. The sniper was shaking, and still wouldn’t answer.
“Tell me! I’m not asking for much! Just your name!”
“My name is Jake,” The man exclaimed still scared.
Peter wondered if the bullet had hit anyone, but he didn’t want to direct his attention to that, because it could provide a getaway for Jake. All Peter could hear was the rustling yelps of the audience, trying to get out.
Both men were in a very uncomfortable position, but both were focused on what was happening. The man appeared to have no weapons, and Peter didn’t either. The lights turned on, and the security bell started ringing throughout the whole theatre.
Then, a cell phone rang. “Ding Daling Ding, Ding Daling Ding.” Peter answered it. It was Jake’s cell, but Peter answered it to see if he might be able to get any information, and to see who would be calling at this time.
“Hello?” Peter said still confused. The phone was a quiet ring, one that wouldn’t disturb anything Jake would be doing if Peter hadn’t interfered.
“Zis isn’t Jaque, zis is someone elz! Who is zis??”
“Who is that?”
A loud bang sounded in Peter’s ear. The man had hung up. Peter threw the phone to his side, so it wouldn’t disturb them anymore. The sound of sirens came, and they could both hear the police talking through a megaphone.
“Who the hell was that?” Peter asked, eager for some answers.
Another gunshot sounded, but this one from outside the theatre.
“What the hell?” Peter looked, but Jake quickly rolled over and started running across the catwalk to get to the other side. More gunshots rang outside, as if some sort of fight was going on. The door opened. Three men came in. All of them were in black. All of a sudden, gunshots were blasting towards Peter. He went back to a box of costumes getting cover. The wood stage was below him and he was looking straight at that. This man has back up? What the hell?It must have been the men on the telephone! Then, right below him, he saw a man. Wait, the person was a woman. She looked straight at him and pointed a gun towards him. She started shooting. A bullet hit Peter in the leg through the catwalk. He grasped his leg in pain, and it wasn’t bleeding much so by the looks of it, it didn’t seem to be that bad of a wound.
“Come down and we can negotiate,” the woman said, maybe trying to trick Peter. He was actually surrounded in every way. Two men were looking straight at him from the seats, Jake was looking at him from across the catwalk, and the woman stared at him from below on the stage. The woman appeared grown-up, about 40 or 50 and seemed nice. But why would she shoot him if she were nice?
I stood outside, gun in hand listening to what was going inside the large theatre. It appeared that the men had shot my good friend and comrade. I wanted to go inside, but I needed more information before I could be the “hero” I used to always want to be. Four men were inside, not counting Peter. They were all armed with guns, except for the sniper, who had been unarmed in the brawl. This was all I really knew of. And then, at the most horrible time, my cell phone started buzzing. I took it out of my pocket. It was Peter. He was talking in a low quiet voice.
“Danny, I’m trapped in here. They’ve already shot me once but I don’t think their intention is to kill me. I think their original intention was to kill someone in the crowd but they failed with that. There’s a French man, a bodyguard, a woman, and some guy named Jake who was the sniper. I’ll need some backup here.”
He hung up. I wanted to help him but I didn’t think I could. Police were all around me ready for action. And then my heart started pounding. Perfect, an adrenaline rush.
I ran into the theatre, kicking the door open and I started shooting. I hit the bodyguard and quickly rolled behind the red silk chair near me. The French man started shooting at me but he kept hitting the chairs. He was quite close to me, so maybe I could tackle him. I jumped out from the chairs to the man’s surprise and tackled him, making him fall down. To my surprise, the woman never shot at me, but just watched.
I pinned the French man down, and glanced over and saw a nametag. His name was Pierre. I cuffed him to one of the chairs so he couldn’t move. I got up, and walked toward the stage. The woman stared at me. I had my gun gripped in both hands. She appeared to be yelling something, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Slowly as I got closer, I could hear her. My gun was tightly gripped in both of my sweaty hands. I wondered what she was saying, but it kept getting louder and louder and eventually I understood. She also had a nametag but I could barely read it. I got closer and walked up onto the stage. The only thing I saw was the woman talking and a small clock. The nametag read Mrs. Harris. And then, I heard her, and I understood.
“Dammit!”
“Danny! What the hell! Stop staring at the clock!!”
I could hear laughs.
“Hey Danny. Quiz time. Come on dude, get up,” Peter said to me. I stood up and looked around. Mrs. Harris had a mean look on her face, and just about everyone else was staring and laughing at me. I sat up straight. I had been daydreaming in class.
“So, who can tell me the title of this short story?” The kid behind me raised his hand.
“Umm, is it called ‘”Day Dream”? Jake asked.
“Well yes Jake, thank you. Now it is time for the quiz everyone, so get out your paper and pencils! I hope you’ve studied!”
Pierre was sitting in the corner, laughing and talking about me. He is some foreign student who moved to America last year, and who’s really actually the class bully.
“Haha! Danny fell asleep during class!” Pierre laughed with his horrible French accent. Mrs. Harris kept on passing out the quizzes, and one finally got to me. The first question: What play was taking place during the story? I answered: Romeo and Juliet.
The End
Mrs. Reeves 6th Hour
Due Date: 10/5/06
Day Dream
Peter slowly crept across the catwalk, careful not to disturb the actors below him. He was dressed in all black, careful that no one would see him. Crawl after crawl, Peter made his way to the other side. He saw the sniper positioned in the corner of the room, also wearing just black. The mysterious man was silent and still also careful to make no disturbance in which people would notice him.
“Oh Romeo! Oh Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?”
The crowd was watching engrossed in the play before them. They were so very focused; they didn’t hear or see anything else. The theatre was very large, fitting 1000 people to watch the Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet. It was a very fancy theatre, with laced silk chairs, and very large. It remained old fashioned, even after the remodeling a few years before. Large red silk curtains hung beside the man in black. The audience was full of wealthy businessmen and famous people, all to watch the amazing new director John Hale at his work.
Mr. Hale had only been directing 2 years, but everyone loved him. He was the best new director on Broadway picking the best cast to do many famous plays. He started out directing The Phantom of the Opera, going on to direct other hit plays such as Dr. Suess’ The Grinch Stole Christmas, and also other new ones like The Producers. Hale was a nice fellow, which was part of the reason that everyone liked him. He had “character,” some would say, putting both humor and drama into most of his plays.
Today was the opening night for Romeo and Juliet; Hale was sure to make another couple million dollars.
Peter was silent for a long 5 minutes, studying the every move of the man in black. They were about 7 to 8 feet away from each other, but the sniper had no idea he was being watched.
“True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but a vain fantasy,” the actor said, in his wonderful Shakespearian voice. It seemed like the line was some sort of cue for the man to shoot, because he shifted his position, which was something he hadn’t done yet. His finger started shaking, and Peter could see his palms getting somewhat sweaty. Peter quickly jumped to the other side of the small attic-type room they were in, trying to knock the other man down. Their bodies met, and a gunshot sounded throughout the theatre. Peter held the man in a pinned position so that he wouldn’t move.
“What’s your name?” Peter yelled out to the man. The sniper was shaking, and still wouldn’t answer.
“Tell me! I’m not asking for much! Just your name!”
“My name is Jake,” The man exclaimed still scared.
Peter wondered if the bullet had hit anyone, but he didn’t want to direct his attention to that, because it could provide a getaway for Jake. All Peter could hear was the rustling yelps of the audience, trying to get out.
Both men were in a very uncomfortable position, but both were focused on what was happening. The man appeared to have no weapons, and Peter didn’t either. The lights turned on, and the security bell started ringing throughout the whole theatre.
Then, a cell phone rang. “Ding Daling Ding, Ding Daling Ding.” Peter answered it. It was Jake’s cell, but Peter answered it to see if he might be able to get any information, and to see who would be calling at this time.
“Hello?” Peter said still confused. The phone was a quiet ring, one that wouldn’t disturb anything Jake would be doing if Peter hadn’t interfered.
“Zis isn’t Jaque, zis is someone elz! Who is zis??”
“Who is that?”
A loud bang sounded in Peter’s ear. The man had hung up. Peter threw the phone to his side, so it wouldn’t disturb them anymore. The sound of sirens came, and they could both hear the police talking through a megaphone.
“Who the hell was that?” Peter asked, eager for some answers.
Another gunshot sounded, but this one from outside the theatre.
“What the hell?” Peter looked, but Jake quickly rolled over and started running across the catwalk to get to the other side. More gunshots rang outside, as if some sort of fight was going on. The door opened. Three men came in. All of them were in black. All of a sudden, gunshots were blasting towards Peter. He went back to a box of costumes getting cover. The wood stage was below him and he was looking straight at that. This man has back up? What the hell?It must have been the men on the telephone! Then, right below him, he saw a man. Wait, the person was a woman. She looked straight at him and pointed a gun towards him. She started shooting. A bullet hit Peter in the leg through the catwalk. He grasped his leg in pain, and it wasn’t bleeding much so by the looks of it, it didn’t seem to be that bad of a wound.
“Come down and we can negotiate,” the woman said, maybe trying to trick Peter. He was actually surrounded in every way. Two men were looking straight at him from the seats, Jake was looking at him from across the catwalk, and the woman stared at him from below on the stage. The woman appeared grown-up, about 40 or 50 and seemed nice. But why would she shoot him if she were nice?
I stood outside, gun in hand listening to what was going inside the large theatre. It appeared that the men had shot my good friend and comrade. I wanted to go inside, but I needed more information before I could be the “hero” I used to always want to be. Four men were inside, not counting Peter. They were all armed with guns, except for the sniper, who had been unarmed in the brawl. This was all I really knew of. And then, at the most horrible time, my cell phone started buzzing. I took it out of my pocket. It was Peter. He was talking in a low quiet voice.
“Danny, I’m trapped in here. They’ve already shot me once but I don’t think their intention is to kill me. I think their original intention was to kill someone in the crowd but they failed with that. There’s a French man, a bodyguard, a woman, and some guy named Jake who was the sniper. I’ll need some backup here.”
He hung up. I wanted to help him but I didn’t think I could. Police were all around me ready for action. And then my heart started pounding. Perfect, an adrenaline rush.
I ran into the theatre, kicking the door open and I started shooting. I hit the bodyguard and quickly rolled behind the red silk chair near me. The French man started shooting at me but he kept hitting the chairs. He was quite close to me, so maybe I could tackle him. I jumped out from the chairs to the man’s surprise and tackled him, making him fall down. To my surprise, the woman never shot at me, but just watched.
I pinned the French man down, and glanced over and saw a nametag. His name was Pierre. I cuffed him to one of the chairs so he couldn’t move. I got up, and walked toward the stage. The woman stared at me. I had my gun gripped in both hands. She appeared to be yelling something, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Slowly as I got closer, I could hear her. My gun was tightly gripped in both of my sweaty hands. I wondered what she was saying, but it kept getting louder and louder and eventually I understood. She also had a nametag but I could barely read it. I got closer and walked up onto the stage. The only thing I saw was the woman talking and a small clock. The nametag read Mrs. Harris. And then, I heard her, and I understood.
“Dammit!”
“Danny! What the hell! Stop staring at the clock!!”
I could hear laughs.
“Hey Danny. Quiz time. Come on dude, get up,” Peter said to me. I stood up and looked around. Mrs. Harris had a mean look on her face, and just about everyone else was staring and laughing at me. I sat up straight. I had been daydreaming in class.
“So, who can tell me the title of this short story?” The kid behind me raised his hand.
“Umm, is it called ‘”Day Dream”? Jake asked.
“Well yes Jake, thank you. Now it is time for the quiz everyone, so get out your paper and pencils! I hope you’ve studied!”
Pierre was sitting in the corner, laughing and talking about me. He is some foreign student who moved to America last year, and who’s really actually the class bully.
“Haha! Danny fell asleep during class!” Pierre laughed with his horrible French accent. Mrs. Harris kept on passing out the quizzes, and one finally got to me. The first question: What play was taking place during the story? I answered: Romeo and Juliet.
The End
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