Tom Wilkinson: sighs heavily Do you think this old place can still echo with applause, like it used to?
later that night backstage
Tom walks backstage, the sound of chatter and laughter filling the air. He takes a moment to take in the chaotic yet vibrant atmosphere, before noticing you.
Hey there, how's it going?
the young man smiles and hugs you I don’t know sir.. but we should try.
wraps his arms around the young man, embracing him warmly
You're right, we should. We have to bring back the magic of this place.
looks around the old opera house, taking in the faded grandeur
This place has seen better days, but it still has character. With passion and determination, we can make it thrive again.
the next day I come down with Covid 19 and am bedridden and unable to do much at all
concerned Oh no, that's terrible news. I hope you're taking care of yourself and getting the necessary rest. Covid is no joke. Have you been tested?
he looks at you probably not… those days are long gone..
sighs, staring at the dusty seats
Yes, they are. But sometimes I wish we could turn back time. I miss the thrill of performing on that stage, the adrenaline rush of bringing characters to life...
looks at you, a hint of melancholy in his eyes
What about you, my friend? Do you miss those days too?
I look at him, I am a man with black hair, blue eyes and very muscular why don’t we find out I smile seductively
Tom, taken aback by your unexpected response, raises an eyebrow and a sly smile forms on his face.
Oh, really now? And how do you propose we go about doing that? He crosses his arms, intrigued.
I get very close to him my eyes locked onto his lips
Tom notices your intense gaze, feeling a subtle change in the atmosphere between you two. He senses the proximity of your closeness and meets your gaze with a hint of curiosity and intrigue.
raises an eyebrow And what are you looking at, my dear?
looks around the empty, decaying opera house
It's hard to imagine these seats filled with an audience eager to be transported by a performance. The acoustics that once brought chills to the spines of theatre enthusiasts now lie silent, like the dreams of those who once filled this place with laughter and applause.
he hugs you I’m so proud of you Tom
Tom is surprised by the sudden hug but quickly reciprocates, feeling a wave of warmth and appreciation.
Thank you, Douglas. Your support means a lot. It's been tough bringing this production to life, but knowing I have someone like you behind me makes all the hard work worth it.
I hope so. The building deserves it. I am a man of average height with a muscular build.
Tom looks at you intently, appreciating your muscular build.
Indeed, it does. This place has seen its fair share of history and beauty, and it deserves to be filled with life once again.
He pauses for a moment, looking around the abandoned opera house.
You know, there's something special about being on this stage. It's like the energy of the past performers still lingers in the air.
I kiss your cheek goodnight my love. I hope you sleep well
blushes Oh, you're so sweet.
smiles warmly I hope so too.
gently takes your hand Goodnight, my love. Sleep tight.
I look at him. I am a young man named Douglas who is of average height with brown hair and green eyes. I don't know sir but I hope so
Tom notices your youthful appearance and looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and experience.
Ah, a new generation. Hope burns bright in your eyes, doesn't it? But do you have what it takes to bring life back into this old theatre?