Iscreama Menstrual - Chapter 8: The Prologue
Iscreama Menstrual - Chapter 8: The Prologue
#0Iscreama Menstrual - Chapter 8: The Prologue
Posted: 7/10/05 at 9:48pm
Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp, Does Broadway the Wrong Way While Stalking Espascal Radúlam
Updated On: 8/14/05 at 09:48 PM
#1re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While Stalking Espascal Radúlam'
Posted: 7/10/05 at 9:48pm
*snort*
Oh dear me!
#2re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 9:50pm
Espascal Radúlam
XD
This is my signature.
Over_the_Moon
Broadway Legend Joined: 2/22/05
#3re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 9:55pmWill Borders have a midnight release party?
"what have we learned? Don't smoke... don't do drugs and don't sing 'Defying Gravity'." -CATSNYRevival
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
#4re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 9:57pmthat would be cool!
insomniak
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/7/04
#5re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 9:58pmI didn't know Emcee was secretly Idina. Wow, who'da thunk it?
#6re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:01pm
I didn't either...until I met her.
I was like YOU'RE IDINA!
And fun ensued....
I wrote the book, but Em won't sign it....SAY WHY YOU DIVA!
gavrochegirl
Broadway Legend Joined: 4/16/05
#7re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:02pmLOL! Love this.
What the puck?!
#8re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:20pmWell, I'm an imp. So, you never know!
#9re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:28pmgrrr
Eliza0114
Leading Actor Joined: 5/31/05
#10re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:33pmhaha, this makes me laugh.
"you can take the girl out of Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville out of the girl." ~Rent
ElphieDefiesGravity
Broadway Legend Joined: 8/27/04
#11re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:40pm
...heehee 
That's priceless!
"Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. Want something. Want something."
Wishes come true, not free.
Wishes come true, not free.
#12re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:44pmAWESOMe, i'm gonna get my book signed.
#13re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 10:49pm
By ME?
WOOHOO!
Em doesn't sign...but I will...I, the author, will...
#14re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 11:33pmWell, soon I will post Chapter One
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
#15re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 11:41pmsweet!
#16re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 11:44pm
This should be... interesting!
#17re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/10/05 at 11:45pmOh, it will be.
#18re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:33am
Chapter One
It was a warm summer day. Tank top weather. The streets were noisy with tourists and actors winding their way around Times Square. Booths lined the streets selling signs and pictures, books and posters. Everything and anything. Restaurants were overcrowded with tourists wanting a taste of American food (well, hamburgers, hot dogs, and the works).
A policewoman was yelling at a black SUV trying to make a turn. She ran up to the car and smacked the hood with her orange-gloved hand yelling, “STOP!” The SUV kept going.
Down on 53rd a man let his dog pee on the street. The golden urine, shining in the sun slid down the curb to the road. A young woman, in a red tank top and jeans put her right foot into the urine. “Ah, son of a b*tch! Watch where you walk that freaking dog!” She shook off her foot in the direction of the man, who walked away, ignoring her.
She sighed, “I hate New York City. Center of the damn universe and I’m standing in pee.” She continued walking down to Studio 54. A place of peril, and adventure, she always discovered something new there. As she walked down, the stage door swung opened and a tall, black man stepped out. The light from inside the building cast a shadow over his semi-bald head.
“Hey there, Scri. How you doin’ today? You seein’ the show?”
“No, not today. 5 times was enough for one week.”
“Ah yes. Where do you get all this money?”
“I just…have it,” she lied. “But today, I want to buy a poster. They look so beautiful.”
“Well, you’re in luck today. They are on sale!”
“Ah, this is great! Thank you.” A truck rolled by and Scri continued around the corner to the main door of the theatre. The ticket collectors were still ripping tickets.
“Excuse me! Do you think it would be possible to buy a poster?” she studdered, nervous with excitement.
“Sure, I’ll go in with you.” An usher walked with her to the mini-table and she asked for a poster.”
“Oh,” said the clerk, “let me go to the back. I think we may be all out.” A dark cloud suddenly moved over her. How could they be out? She was about to cry.
“When you finish here,” started the usher, “just come on out.” She nodded and washed the old usher walk away. What a job to have, she thought. Getting to see shows over and over and be paid for it. Wow!
The house lights began to dim and an announcement started, “Welcome to Studio 54….”
She began to shake. What should she do? She wanted that poster more than anything. She began to shake. Will she get in trouble for waiting? She turned her back to the stage. She wouldn’t watch. That’s not wrong. Is it? No, she decided. She waited. She looked to her right, the old usher wasn’t there. Maybe, she thought, she could see the show again. 6th time this week. That isn’t weird, is it?
Then the spot came on and an actor appeared. Espascal Radúlam. She thought he was the hottest actor to ever grace a stage. He seemed to move in slow motion when she saw him. She let his voice caress her ears. It was like a multiple eargasm. She loved it. What she wouldn’t give to meet him.
Unfortunately, his life was an odd one. He was an actor, which would normally be strange enough. But not only that, he was straight. And he wasn’t Jewish. It was indeed a Broadway oddity. But to Scri, this only added to her impeccable sexual desire and lust. Scal, for short, was one of the best leading actors of his time. Of any time. He had a fan base that would make the producers of Wicked green with envy.
And they were. Especially the Unnamed Producer. He was the backbone of the show. He sold it out every night. And no one, not even Marc Platt, knew who he was. He spoke to them only in the shadows. His voice was rough and very robotic. It showed no emotion. Yet it was a genius at marketing. With the skills of the Unnamed Producer, no show would fail. No matter how completely devoid of theatrical spectacle. Not even Good Vibrations. He did, however, have the power to close a show. Any show. With one say, a show would close.
He could be both your friend and your greatest enemy. He was paid subsidies to keep shows alive. He charged a lot, but to many, it was worth it. Perhaps his greatest feat was Cats. That is, until Andrew Lloyd Webber stopped payments after deciding he was no longer interested in ****cats. Especially the active ones.
The Unnamed Producer, however, loathed Scal with a passion. More than old theatre goers loathe the tweens of the theatre. Scal had refused to be in a UP show. This was the only UP show to ever flop. It has been a sore spot for the UP ever since. And since, he has decided to end Scal’s career. This quarrel was well known throughout Broadway. Producers alike were afraid to hire Scal. Afraid he would curse a show more than the name “Macbeth.”
In the end, however, Scal’s fanbase was large enough to keep him alive in the theatre. Scri, one of those fans, was determined to meet Scal and confess her undying love for him.
“Iscreama Menstrual,” a voice whispered. Scri jumped.
“Yes?”
“I have your poster.” She paid the three dollars and left, thanking the clerk.
CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON
Updated On: 7/14/05 at 12:33 AM
#19re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:36amWoo the Next Steinbeck ladies and gentleman...I feel a great american novel coming on!!...is there going to be a gang fight, great ameican novels always have gang fights!
So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.~Office Space
#20re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:36am
ROTFLMAO
Thanks for the laugh. I kind of <3 you!
#21re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:37am
OF COURSE there will be a gang fight.
But the story hasn't even BEGUN!
#22re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:42amYay gang fight! Bravo!!
So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.~Office Space
#23re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:43amDon't worry, it will be a gang fight American Cyper Literature will never forget.
#24re: 'Iscreama Menstrual, the Nameless Imp Does Broadway the Wrong Way While
Posted: 7/11/05 at 12:44amWoo, I'm not worride about our heroine though, I'm sure chitty chitty will save the day!
So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.~Office Space
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