The King in Yellow

I know I wrote this but I can't believe how good this play is. It seems brilliant. It almost seems as if it's warping reality in some way. I can't wait to perform it next month.

I hope all the wonderful people who I've met who share the same curse that I do will enjoy this play as much as I've enjoyed reading it and writing it. I've been coaching the actors without driving them too hard to make sure that they get everything just right.

I'm also going to make sure everyone knows that they can use any abilities they may have that enhance their performance abilities, but that violence is frowned upon at my establishment.

I have also spent a good time of deal preparing for the event. I have to make eve the special guests who share my curse are fed, and I've been slowly collecting the food they require.

As for my earlier attempts to find someone who can play the guitar so we can sing along with the ghosts and convince them to leave next time. I have not had much luck. I hope someone can solve this situation soon. It may take me way too long to learn to play the guitar well enough to accompany those who feel comfortable singing.

And I'm so glad I've had a chance to talk to a few cute bunnies. They're so adorable. I guess that doesn't have much to do with the rest of this. I just wanted to end this on a happy note.

No one joined in when I invited them to sing

I met with the support group for other people that share my curse last month in a beautiful old building. It was so old that it was haunted. Even though it was old and haunted, everyone acted surprised when a bunch of ghosts showed up. Being a princess, and capable of heroics, I launched the perfect plan. I realized that ghosts, as all evil things, can be defeated through songs. I invited people to start singing, but no one joined in. Instead, we had to make some kind of deal with some kind of pizza chain, Geo Van E Cheese's to counter the threat. Something like that. While there methods worked, I'm disappointed no one tried my methods first. I spent the last month thinking about why no one seemed to join in song with me. I know it would have worked. After several weeks of thought I think I've found the solution. The main reason no one joined in song is that I had no instrument to accompany anyone with. I think I have a solution to this. I can't wait to try it out the next time this support groups meet. I just hope I can find someone who knows how to play the guitar.

I'm the Malkavian Whip now. Seems icky.

I met so many nice people who share my curse last week. Including a nice gentleman named Barnabas Sinclair who apparently, I own a boon to. I’m not sure what a boon is, but I’m pretty sure it’s a type of bird. I’ll have to see if I can find one for him. Perhaps a stuffed form of the bird will suffice? In any case, he gave me a yellow rose.

It was a pleasant evening, except for the bit where someone called the sheriff went to the dark side. I’ve encountered many different people from several different walks of life since being forced to walk in only the night realm, but I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a Sith before, but it doesn’t seem right. Villains should sing a song about how evil they are, and the prince should be given a chance to heroically defeat the villain, with everyone living happily ever after in the end.

Speaking of which I’m not the Malkavian whip. I’m not exactly sure what that means. Does that mean I have to injure people, or does that mean I have to supply whipped cream for everyone’s pie? Neither one sounds good to me, but I hope this doesn’t mean I’ll have to attend boring meetings that don’t move the plot along. I still must find my prince, after all.

I found an interesting play. I think I'll make a few edits and claim to be the author. Weird thing is it's a really old book, but the writing is so good. When I put my name on it, everyone will think I'm a brillaint playwright

MACBETH

Shakespeare’s Greatest Love Story!

Witness the tender tale of a devoted couple who would literally kill for each other. When a prophecy promises greatness, our hero Macbeth and his beloved Lady M decide that true love means never having to say, “Are you sure we should murder the king?” From sweet nothings whispered over daggers to romantic strolls through castle corridors haunted by spectral dinner guests, this power couple proves that nothing says “’til death do us part” like hastily plotted regicide. Complete with witches, questionable life choices, collapsing mental health, and just a touch of light treason, Macbeth is the swooning romance you absolutely did not expect and certainly didn’t ask for. Prepare to sigh, swoon, and maybe rethink your relationship goals.

Because love conquers all… except sometimes it conquers Scotland first.

Dates: February 12, 13, 14.

Times:

• 8:00 PM - 10:00 PM
• 10:30 PM - 12:00 AM

Location: Paris Center of Fine Arts

Tickets can be purchased at the door for $20 or in advance for $15.

Hi, I'm Serena

I have a wonderful new 'family' that I have found after my curse. There even seem to be ties of blood. I am sure I will find a cure eventually. I've met so many people who are willing to do things for me if I will trade them something called a 'boon.' I am not sure what type of animal a boon is, but now that the animals have started talking back to me, I am sure I will find out. Despite having met so many wonderful people, and getting all these new abilities that my new family calls 'disciplines', I still feel that something is not right. As wonderful as my fairy godsire, something does not feel quite right. It's almost as if I belong to a different family or 'clan' as he calls them. It's just so wonderful that I'm able to engage in my hobbies now, and I find a new keen sharpness of vision! In some ways my set design and woodworking has never been better. And some of the people who share my curse -- I think they call themselves Matadors, although I think that might be the word for a Spanish bull fighter -- have even praised my art. Some even told me that my work was banal and derivative! I must be sure to thank them for their compliment. In any case, I found someone who believed what others have called my 'fairy stories' and they can even believe I'm cursed. In fact, my new head of security seemed to ask me many questions about people wearing caps died in red, of beautiful elf lords, and of red-nosed mad scientists. The latter seems out of place, but he seems to believe there was some sort of criminal involvement, except he pronounced the world criminal as 'unseelie.' I am not familiar with this particular slang or dialect. It seems like I'm rambling but things have been so great. I even have a new dress now! And I'm learning lots of things in return for teaching the other members of my new family the disciplines I know for these 'boons' thing. (Must look into how to breed these.)