Behind the Scenes Drama

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I'm Arushi, a fifteen year old, who loves reading and writing. I post weekly in this blog with short, whack-y stories.

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BEHIND THE SCENES DRAMA

“No sir, you should go the other way, not this one” read the paper, which an apparently lifeless body was clutching to. Fearing that she had just stumbled on a dead body with a suicide note, Mrs Klutz gave out a loud shriek, and dropped the painting she had been carrying. The painting was worth more than her annual salary and was an important part of the next day's shoot. She had been specifically asked by the director to take care of it.

“Whaaat happened?” groaned the ‘dead body’, as it twisted and turned on a cheap replica of an emperor’s throne. Mrs Klutz jumped out of her skin and frantically backed towards the exit, holding the painting.

The room, where this whole episode unfolded, was a storeroom filled with miscellaneous random things- Blue Hair dyes, a mocking-jay pin (Guys, Hunger Games?), lots of tattered trunks, an astronaut’s mask, a trampoline, lots of cloth and a dinosaurs head.

Our dead body, which happened to be quite alive, woke up, rubbing her eyes. Trying to recollect how she reached her strange whereabouts, she picked up a piece of irregularly cut glass. She was shocked when she saw her reflection. Her face was covered in layers and layers of makeup, which was quite smudged, and her skin was painted blue. She wore a rather 1980s kind of nightdress, and lots of bangles. She felt she resembled an actor who had a ‘makeup malfunction’ minutes before going on-stage. 

Suddenly, as if a switch in her brain turned on, she got her memory back. She, actually, was one of the extras on the sets of a Wimpy Kid movie, and had sneaked into the storeroom for a quick nap, during one of the breaks. It seemed like her ‘nap’ had turned into full-fledged slumber. It was almost eight at night, and her shoot had been scheduled at 4. She rushed towards the door, and tried to push it open. The door appeared to be locked. Starting to panic, she banged the door.

 Mrs Klutz, the lady with the painting, was hiding just a few yards away, behind a huge light. This sudden unexpected banging made her drop everything, and rush away from the sets. She was the caretaker of the sets and lived there. She was all alone, except for the watchman downstairs. She went downstairs and grabbed the watchman and narrated the whole incident to him, who merely laughed. We can’t really blame the night watchman for laughing at Mrs Klutz and not believing her.

As Mrs Klutz was rushing downstairs, our ‘dead body’ finally figured how to slide (and not push) open the door. She sighed with relief, but was immediately taken aback by the quiet and eerie aura around her. There was complete darkness barring a dim light at the end of the corridor. A number of people were sitting on tables but no one moved or spoke a word. Scared out of her guts, she approached one of the people. It didn’t respond, and his skin felt like plastic. This was too much for the extra to comprehend and she screamed. Her shriek was even louder than Mrs Klutz’s had been. 

This made Mrs Klutz and the watchman to rush upstairs. Afraid that it could be a burglar, the watchman hushed Mrs Klutz and took out a stick. He noticed our extra’s shadow and quietly crept up to her. He pounced on her and captured her. Our extra, taken by surprise, couldn’t retaliate and only resented the capture after being securely caught in the watchman’s muscles. She thrashed her legs around and caused a can of paint to spill on the ground with a thud. After this mini revolt was over, our watchman tied the extra to a chair and switched on the lights. The scene they witness made all three people present groan.

Our actor saw that the ‘people’ who didn’t respond were actually lifeless inflatable human dummies. The watchman concluded that his capture was not a burglar and a mere lazy actor. And Mrs Klutz eyes searched for her painting only to find that the thunder blue paint had spilt right over the painting.

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