[0:23]Everybody, um, welcome to the Blue Moon theater. My name is Angie Woodruf. I'm the theater arts teacher here at EJH. Um, tonight we're doing an adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe's Masque of the Red Death. We have over 20 um students uh casting crew involved with the show. I'm really proud of the work that they've done. Um they worked incredibly hard on this. So I'm welcome you here and so glad you here to support them. Um, one thing is to please turn off your mobile devices, silence them. Um, we are making a uh a video and DVD of it so um family and friends if you're interested in getting it one, um we can get that to you. Um, so please don't record um as it distracts the actor on stage they can see and hear that. Um, you'll have one brief 10-minute intermission um toward the beginning of the show after a few scenes, so um you'll have a chance to use the restroom and get your form and sessions to begin the board. So enjoy the show and thank you so much for coming.
[1:50]The Red Death has long devastated the country. No pestilence has ever been so fatal, nor hideous. Blood is his avatar and its seal. The redness and the horror of blood. There are sharp pains, sudden dizziness and then profuse bleeding at the pores of dissolution. The Scarlet stained upon the body and especially of the face of the men, are the best pamphlets that shut out from the sympathy of his fellow men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease are within the incidences of half an hour.
[5:33]I am happy, dauntless, sagacious, for when our dominions were half populated, we summoned to our present thousand hail and light-hearted friends from among the rich and the famous, and with these, retired to deep seclusion within our castellated abby. Thank you for inviting me here. Look at the way she's pining over him. I know, it's pathetic. Is in extensive and magnificent structure, a representation of our eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdles it in. His walls are heavy dates of fire. Our companions have brought massy hammers and furnaces and welded the bolts. Our money will save us, my friends. We resolved to lead means of better entry or exit, so that no impulses of the despair, nor our friends will come within. The abbey is amply provisioned, but such precautions forbid defiance to contagion. Perhaps we're that show to be born. The external world can take care of itself. In the meantime, it's folly to grieve or to think. We have here all the appliances of pleasure. We have clowns, actors, ballet dancers, the best musicians, the most beautiful people, and there's wine in any other intoxicant one could want for. All these and security are within. Without is the Red Death.
[19:22]But first, let me show you the rooms. There are seven and imperial suits. And many may be like these, the speak my for oblong, straitened, and folding doors lie back in your to the wall on either hand. It's not the view of the whole extent it scarcely need. But here the case is very different at my effect from a poor division's cutting in the curve. Some make out bizarre. The apartments were so regularly disposed of that vision is for more than one at a time. Yes, it started to turn every 20 or 30 yards and to each turn a novel. To the right and left in the middle of each wall, stand the tall narrow Gothic windows, which looked over the close corridor in all the winding of the abby. These windows are stained glass. Their color varied in the accordance of the prevailing hue of the chamber into which it led. For barely designed, the tapestry that defines kind of color. At the Easter extreme of the whole was a blue and vivily blue as its windows. The second chamber was purple and orange was its tapestries. And here the rooms were purple. The third was green, the fourth is furnished in orange, the fifth with white, and the sixth with violet. Now the seventh apartment is closely shrouded in black velvet tapestry that hung all of the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon the carpet of some material and hue. But in this chamber, the colors of the windows fails to correspond with the decorations. They were scarlet, a deep blood color. In none of the seven apartments, there is candle or candelabra within the confusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered throughout, to throw any radiance from the room. There was no light of any kind evident in either candle or candle inside these three chambers. But in the corridor that follows this week, there stands opposite to each window, a heavy tripod bearing a brazer fire that projects its race to the window and glaredly illuminated the room. And this not produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. Now, the ninth, there strikes the elderly clock. It sounds from the hall of the belden's, and the dance. It ceases, as been said it would. The evolution of the dance is required and there's an easy sensation of all things that before. This is an apartment with lights. Do you see what she's doing?
[22:15]Oh, she's only here because of her family's money. The Red Death. Who dares assault us with his blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him that we may know who to hang at sunrise from the battlements.
