|Repose Verse (reposeverse) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-07-26 22:56:00
Word gets out, as word is like to do. Hugh Christian, one of the leads in the recent production of Spamalot, is throwing a party. But this isn't just any party. All the arrangements were made in advance, and the result is that Main Street comes alive with fairy lights and neons.
Vendors are lined up outside the usual shops, all selling foods and trinkets and drinks. Tattoos are inked, faces are painted, and fortunes are read. Music plays loudly from every corner, an eclectic mix of showtunes, dance music, and slower songs for dancing cheek to cheek. A fire hydrant gets tampered with, and the result is a deluge of water that seems expressly made for dancing in the spray, and firefly-lights twinkle at the end of the street, by the pond, where slow music plays from some unseen source. The fire escapes are lined with couples and friends, people talking and making out and fighting with loud words that mix with the music on the air. The roofs of Main Street's buildings are transformed into makeshift stages, with impromptu amateur performances taking place for groups of people sittings on blankets and quilts spread out under the night sky. Televisions blare through open windows that have been crawled through, couches and beds borrowed for the evening.
The festivities will continue until morning, and even Repose's law enforcement and town officials seem unconcerned. It's a night for lights and noise, and morning will carry with it the end of the party, but not the end of Repose's foray into theater.