accomplished
trillian_stars is rehearsing for Macbeth, and Milla, our ancient, toothless cat is perched upon the bookshelf like a vulture, staring at her like an unpleasant audience filled with distempered old people and helping her rehearse by occasionally shrieking like she's got her leg caught in a car door.So, from downstairs I hear this:
Lady McStars: What beast was't, then, that made you break this enterprise to me?
Milla: MARRARARRRRRROAOOOOOOW!!
Lady McStars: When you durst do it, then you were a man! And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man!
Milla: MARRARARRRRRROAOOOOOOW!!
Lady McStars: Nor time nor place did then adhere, and yet you would make both!
Milla: MARRARARAAAROOOORRRRROAOOOOOOW!! MARRARARRRRRROAOOOOOOW!! MAAARRRRRAAARRROOWW!!!
Lady McStars: They have made themselves ... and that their fitness now does unmake you.
Milla: Mrarow.
THUMP!! [Books fall from shelf.]
Photo by Ashley Labonde, from a past production of Macbeth.
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