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The lights were dimmed and a large screen covered the entirety of the wall. A sofa sat across from the projection screen, and a few beanbags littered the floor too. It was quiet and empty. Until it wasn’t.
A bright light filled the room, as well as shouts and yells of alarm and surprise. Many people of varying ages and backgrounds found themselves in an unfamiliar location by some kind of magical or supernatural means.
The screen flickers on. And the speakers crackled to life.
“Get comfortable. Soon some of you won’t be, so you might as well get comfortable now.”
Ocean couldn’t believe this. First, she was in some old warehouse with the rest of the chamber choir and a fortune-telling machine goading them into now they were in a strange home cinema with a bunch of strangers and another strange voice telling them what to do.
And suddenly, a thought occurred to her.
What if Karnak had malfunctioned and now they were all alive again?
They wouldn’t have to do a stupid competition to see who deserved to live out of all of them.
“Jesus Christ!” Noel yelped, having been surprised by a young teenage boy standing silently next to him.
“Oh! Ezra say hi-a, they go to Saint Cassians too!” A girl next to Ocean said cheerily, and Ocean furrowed her brow, being quite sure that she’d seen this girl before.
“Hi-a,” He intoned emotionlessly and unenthusiastically, and Penny’s smile became more strained.
“Um, hello?” A new voice piped in, and the group remembered that they were not the only ones in this room.
Ocean turned to face the person who’d greeted them, and she noted the girl was wearing a white shirt and bright pink cardigan. She also had her hand intertwined with another girl’s, who was wearing an orange beanie and a flannel shirt.
“Hello!” She greeted enthusiastically back, eyes flicking around the room and taking in who was in the home cinema with them.
There were quite a good amount of people in the room, mostly girls, who were around their age. There were four girls, who seemed to have colour-assigned outfits, arguing.
There were also four girls already sitting down, and Ocean was reminded of some of the girls back at her school, with their judgemental stares and slight smirks.
There were also a considerable amount of adults in the room, all with a variety of different clothing and how put-together they were in the moment.
For example, Ocean could count around seven adults in the room who looked like they’d seen the fiery pits of hell, and twelve adults who just seemed rather panicked or perturbed about the situation.
“So- uh, any idea what the mysterious voice could be preparing us for?” The girl in the pink cardigan asked, smiling in a sort of ‘I don’t want to be here but it’s better than being where I was before’ way.
“No idea,” She responded, and she noted Mischa flipping off one of the girls that reminded her of the obnoxious girls at school.
Eventually, after some commotion, the people in the room settled into the seating area. The choir sat on bean bags, as did most of the teenagers in the room. Everyone else settled on the sofas.
“So!” A young woman with blonde hair who was donned entirely in pink, including her hat said suddenly, “How about we all introduce ourselves! I’m Elle Woods!”
The man next to her did a nod in greeting, “I’m Emmett Forest.”
The next person to speak up was a very elaborately dressed woman who’d been sitting with 5 other elaborately dressed women.
“I’m Catherine, this is Anne, Jane, Anna, Katherine and Catherine,” As she introduced the group, she pointed at who was who.
“Why do three of you have the same name?” Another blonde girl asked. Ocean was starting to realise there were maybe too many blonde girls in this room. She donned an entirely white outfit, and it sort of felt like a statement itself about the girl.
“What’s wrong with having the same name?” The girl in yellow asked, and the white-clothed girl ignored her.
“Well, I don’t think you’ll have much trouble with remembering who’s who,” The woman in green- Anne- piped up with a grin.
“Uh- I’m Paul,” The dishevelled man in a suit introduced himself, “And these people with me are Bill, Charlotte, Emma, Ted, Alice and Deb.”
“I’m Regina,” The girl in white said, looking quite disinterested in introductions but opting to do so anyway.
“I’m Gretchen!” The brown-haired girl with the big hair piped in.
“I’m Karen,” Hummed the blonde one in their group with straighter hair.
“I’m Cady,” The redhead said hesitantly, obviously not sure what to do or how to introduce herself.
“We’re the Heathers, and this is Veronica,” The girl clad in red said, gesturing to the group she’d sat with.
“Wait, three of you are all called Heather?” Ocean asked sceptically, “But one of you isn’t?”
Veronica snorted, “Well it’s not like you have to change your name to join the clique or whatever, they just so happened to all be rich and popular whilst also being named Heather,”
“Right,” Ocean muttered, slightly embarrassed.
“I’m Ella, these are my step-sisters Charlotte and Gabrielle, and my stepmother Madame,” A girl in significantly shabbier clothing than her step-family piped up, and the women nodded in greeting.
“I’m Lucas Beinecke, and this is Wednesday Addams,” He seemed like an average guy, but the lady he called ‘Wednesday’ had this sullen look to her, as if something has pissed her off and she was hiding it.
“I’m Becky, this is Tom,” The woman in a nurse uniform said, gesturing to herself and the man seated next to her.
“I’m Ocean,” Ocean said, as eyes trailed to where the Saint Cassians children sat, “And this is-”
“I can introduce myself, Ocean. I’m Ricky,” Ricky interrupted her, and Ocean was reminded that Ricky could now speak.
“I’m Mischa Bachninski. I am Ukrainian rapper,” Mischa announced, and Ocean cringed at the introduction.
“I’m Noel Gruber,”
“I’m Constance Blackwood,”
The choir turned to face the girl and her brother.
“I’m Penny Lamb, and this is my little brother Ezra Lamb! Say hi-a, Ezra!”
“Hi-a, Ezra,” Her brother intoned, much to Penny’s obvious displeasure.
A crackling sound played through the speakers again, and a few people flinched in surprise. They faced the screen as it flickered to life once again, bold letters fading into view.
‘ADDAMS FAMILY: A NEW MUSICAL’