The call backs
If you are expecting a lovely story where two love birds find their way to a magical oak tree and carve their initials in the oak tree so they will fall in love and be happy for every, Then I suggest putting this paper down while you have the chance. If you are looking for a story that is similar to a story where those same love birds happen to be holding guns to each other’s heads and before they shoot they speak the words “I hate you” to each other, then welcome to your personal best seller.
Our story starts off with beloved Olaf pacing back and forth backstage. He was trying out for the play at the local theater. He was going for the lead role of Romeo. You may be thinking he was pacing because he was nervous. I’m sorry to tell you that you’re wrong. In reality he was pacing because he was tired of the amateurs before him wasting precious rehearsal time with the peril attempts to act.
“What’s the point of this?” Young Olaf asked himself. “I’m already here, is their really a reason to play with their hearts like this?”
“Everyone gets a fair shot just like you do, Olaf. Just because your dad’s the director doesn’t mean you get the lead automatically.” Olaf’s nanny, Sheryl, said.
Olaf was amused, “Oh Sheryl, Such limited beauty and brains has no use in the theater. Maybe you could be a dear and do my math homework for me? I know third grade math is a bit challenging, but break a leg, ok?” Olaf turned to face the stage and showed her away with a wave of his hand. Sheryl, becoming accustomed to this sort of thing, walked away to do the homework.
“Next!” the director bellowed.
Olaf straightened his shirt and tightened the grip he had on his script. This was it. This was the end of auditions for this play and the beginning to his acting career. At least that’s what he thought.
“Name.” The director said without looking up from his paper.
“Olaf. James Olaf.”
“Ah yes son. You’ve finally built enough courage to have it knocked down?” Olaf’s father said as Olaf stood in the middle of the stage confident and unfazed.
“If that’s what my future in the theater predicts.” Olaf said.
Olaf’s father gave a deathly grin. It was the type of grin that would make people at airports think that he was up to something. They would have to “randomly” select him to be stripped searched just to be safe. Luckily e was just looking at his son on an empty stage with no security guards that need to worry about the safety of America.
“Well James, let’s see if you can become my Romeo.” Olaf’s father leaned back in his rickety rolling chair.
Olaf turned around away from his father. In his opinion he had no need to prey, but a quick breather never hurt anyone. During this breath a thought came to his head.
“Father, would you mind if I made a few changes to the balcony scene?” he asked still not turned around.
“Changes to Shakespeare? That’s like changes to peanut butter and jelly! It just can’t be better than the original.” Olaf’s father sighed. “but I’m interested in hearing what you can do. Hmm, what have I got to lose?”
“Olafs never lose, only gain.” Olaf smiled at his father.
“Good point boy. Do your worst to the classics.” Father Olaf said. That’s exactly what young Olaf did.
He looked up as if looking at a balcony. “Sweet, sweet Juliet. Show me you face so I may go on another day with the memories of times have spent together.”
Olaf jumped back suddenly. “What! Mercutio what are you doing upon Juliet’s balcony? You say that you and Juliet have been secret lover all along.”
He falls to his knees in despair. “My best friend and my secret girlfriend in love?! This can’t be true!” Olaf acts as though he is raising a sword to the heavens. “If it is Juliet you want, then you have to go through her other secret love!”
Olaf has a sword fight with himself. After many grunts, jumps, flips, and “take that’s” He has finally won the intense battle with one finally sword stab and the girl. He turned to what the audience must guess is Juliet. “Now you see who the better fighter is. All that is left to see is who the better lover is.” He looks back at the invisible Mercutio body. “or at least was.”
He pretends to wrap his arms around Juliet’s body and walks behind the curtains. He walks back and takes a few bows. He sees the shocked face on his fathers face and can tell that he took the crews breath away with his … performance.
“All let your minds soak in the wonders of my play before you tell me I’m Romeo.” He proudly walks off the stage practicing Romeo’s real lines.

*claps* bravo Olaf bravo! Like i said before i know i’m not that good but be constructive people!

Olaf!