Doing what he does best (Open)

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan laughed "Yea him, he has some of the greatest plays of all time."

[Savannah Brooks]

"Really?" Vannah asked with a smirk. "What's your favorite one?"

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan smiled "My favorite is Hamlet." he said pointing to the book on the seat next to them.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah had never heard of it. "Ham...let...that's a weird name. Will you show it to me?"

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan smiled "You mean just the written play or act it out?"

[Savannah Brooks]

"Whatever you were doing before." Vannah said as she leaned on the side of the stage next to him.

[Ryan Magby]

((Sorry it took me so long... I got a last second chance to go to the biggest college football game of the year with my best friend so i took it and had alot of fun even though our team lost to our biggest rivals))

Ryan smiled and got back up on stage "Ok but I have to get ready first" he said as he closed his eyes and tried to focus.

[Savannah Brooks]

((haha sounds like fun))

Vannah nodded and walked to the edge of the stage to watch better. On her way over, she hit a lamp and it crashed making a loud noise. "Shhh!" She scolded it jokingly. "The artiste is at work!!!"

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan smiled trying not to break his concentration "Are you ready?" he said.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes....go ahead..."

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan opened his eyes and was in character "To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd." he finished and looked at her.

[Savannah Brooks]

All breath in Vannah felt like it had been stolen away. She was so lost for a moment, that she thought the acting was real...or was it that she hope it was? "Wow." Vannah said breathily. "That was....amazing." Surprisingly to herself, Vannah had understood it....well at least some of it. The true meaning acred her and even more how realistic he made it sound. A single scene had made her more confused about her thoughts than ever, but it had also left her at a loss for words. Vannah smiled and clapped softly as if she were in the 1800s attending an opera.

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan smiled and blushed "Really?" he asked looking at her.

[Savannah Brooks]

Vannah hopped up onto the stage and stood up. She grinned and nodded her head. "Yeah. I didn't know you were so good!" She exclaimed, attempting to make a compliment.

[Ryan Magby]

Ryan smiled and blushed "Thank you" he said looking at her "This is my favorite place in the world." he said looking down at the stage.