Act 1 scene one.
INT: a dimly lit room.
The Artist is dressed in a Black Robe, with a hood Over his face,
standing in front of an altar upon which sits a bowl, inverted pentagram,
and picture of a beautiful, dark haired woman in a white dress.
He removes the hood from his face and lights three candles,
(Black, white, and red.) then Picks up a knife, cuts his hand,
and drains blood into the bowl.
Staring intently at the picture.
Artist: (in a low voice)
Mighty Goddess Hecate. Hear me, your humble servant.
And accept now my blood, as sacrifice, for LIFE.
"HER LIFE!"
Bind us now in this hour, the hour of hours.
I ask this in yours, and Olympus' name.
May Our blood, and Soul be One.
The Artist blows out the candles, and carefully
dabs blood from the bowl onto the lips of the
painting, then walks over to a statue that is similar
in appearance to the painting, and does the same.
After several long moments of silence. The Artist
(disappointment clouding his face) lets out a sigh.
Artist: (sighing) FUCK! This is such...godamn
BULLSHIT.
(offscreen his friend Rob's voice can be heard.)
Rob: dude, did it work?
Artist: (sighing again) No. You can come out
now Rob.
(Rob, a tall, lanky, brown haired man with acne,
and glasses, appears from behind the dark doorway
of the basement on the other side of the room. Holding
a video recorder.
Rob: (sheepishly, with forced optimism) Well. I guess
we can rule out The Greek Rites of Animation.
What's next, Voodoo, Hoodoo, Voudon...poppets
maybe?
Artist:(disappointed.)
I don't know. Maybe we should just hang
it up?
Rob: What? give it up? But we're just now
getting to the GOOD shit man!
Artist: (anger rising) No. The GOOD SHIT
would WORK Rob. The GOOD SHIT would
bring her to be! This is all fucked man.
Rob: (quietly) I had high hopes for the Greek
Rites.
Artist: yeah. me too.
(The Artist.
