So I'm part of this theatre group, the drama is supposed to be fictional and remain on the stage, alas, as you might imagine from a group of mid pubescent drama queens, this is not the case.
The following 'stories' are of course completely 'fictional'. And none of the people within relate to real people.
So let's start with Cameron, he's a little enigma. His arrival at CYMT was the main factor in the chaos that insued.
The problem is that we are all bitches. We adore the thrill and contrast of being your best friend one moment and turning into your mortal enemy by the next, it's our fuel, it's what we live for. That and talking about it afterwards. Candice's party was a prime example.
Each floor of her terraced house related to each separate defined state of intoxication.
The ground floor was that of feel good tipsyness, the ballroom drunks in their element. The basement was home to the weeping drunks, the "it's just my life's a mess" drunks. Next comes the first floor : sprawling limbs tangled between floral duvets. And finally when the bile has escaped the body by way of the toilet, only then can one graduate to the attic and begin the long journey to regaining ones sense and inhibitions.
That's of course the terrible moment you realise your predatory behaviour the night before was a tad embarrassing.
But that's enough about me, let's discuss Cameron, bit of back story during the previous week (show week) Cameron had systematically been flirting with Louise and Candice alternatively. Oh yeah not to mention the.... 'Incident' with Ivy the week before (neither participant claims to know what actually occurred- it was inevitably if a sexual nature, this much is sure) Anyway, the details are of a level of ridiculousness only paralelled with hollyoaks.
Story short, he chose Louise, Candice was pissed (in both senses) and Ivy cried.
Now the story of Storm and Ken, again there's back stories but honestly I don't have that sort of patience. Ken's also a bit of a, for want of a more sophisticated word, twat.
Muffled mumblings escaped from the desk barricaded bedroom.
"And you said you were inexperienced"
"Show me what your working with"
Falling onto the ears of many a cringe faced listener.
This is teenage 'romance' at it's very finest, I thank you both for your contribution, allowing us to better understand the pubescent mind.
Thrown into the mix were also a couple of gays, would be gays and femme fatales. Here's Liam ranting about his antics with a nameless male lover, Chantelle acting as water carrier, delivering water to the needy, and Storm making her way around to both Alfie and Brad.
The best part of the party undoubtedly was the morning after, soothed by the embrace of a cooked breakfast we discussed in turn each event of the evening.
I did not ask any of the 'fictional' people retold in the above, whether I could do so, because what links us all together is a common in spoken belief that in the words of Oscar Wilde "there is only one thing worse in this world than being talked about, and that's not being talked about"
Various proof readers have suggested that I should include more detailed back stories.
If I can be bothered I might at a later date
Thanks x
