The Riverdale Community Theatre Company is staging its greatest
production to date: “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. Betty Cooper sees this
as an opportunity to make the company’s most sought-after actor, Archie
Andrews, hers. Unfortunately, new girl in town, Veronica Lodge has
scored a lead role, putting her directly opposite Archie. Behind the
scenes, Jughead Jones has returned to his usual role back stage but is
soon drafted into the play when one of the actors has an accident.
Meanwhile, director Kevin Keller just wants to stage a successful play
and keep his actors private lives separate.
Big shout out to the awesome @jandjsalmon who is beta'ing and is
amazing. She is a cornerstone of this fandom and I am so happy to have
her help with bringing this story to life.
Also thank you to @zombiekittez who is answering my questions around the
intricacies of community theatre, it has really helped me in
visualising and creating this story.
I will be attempting to update this regularly as possible with at least one update per week, possibly more depending on my brain’s co-operation.
“I cannot just stand by and watch you do this again,” Kevin Keller
huffed, watching his blonde best friend as she adjusted herself in the
mirror. Betty Cooper had asked him to come by before the first meeting
of their community theatre group, to give her a pep talk and to help her
choose an outfit. He was not entirely holding up his side of the
bargain though, instead he was trying to talk her out of whatever
elaborate plan she had this time.
“You make it sound so dramatic, Kevin.” She looked at him briefly
before turning back to her reflection. Betty was trying to decide
between two lip shades, ‘perfect pink’ or ‘seductive red’. Her fingers
itched to choose the scarlet shade, but as she applied the colour she
immediately changed her mind and wiped it off, returning to her
signature shade. She liked to play it safe, and tonight she needed the
comfort of the usual.
“Every year you make moon eyes at him and every year he ends up
bedding another member of the cast,” Kevin said, not unkindly, more
matter of fact. He didn’t like to hurt her, but sometimes he had to tell
it like it was.
“Well then it’s about time that it’s my turn,” Betty answered in her
typical, self-depreciating humour. She knew pining was a silly thing for
a grown woman to do. Chasing the boy around like a puppy, begging at
his heels for any bit of attention he would throw her way.
Kevin scowled, upset that she thought so little of herself.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, it was a joke,” she added rolling her eyes, a half-truth.
“Betty, you know I love you, but don’t make a fool of yourself this
year.” His tone was serious. He swore everyone in the damn group knew
the feelings that Betty had for Archie, except Archie – who was a great
actor but extraordinarily oblivious on the best of days.
“God, Kevin! You make me sound like a silly school girl,” she huffed,
twirling her flaring skirt as she faced him, her make-up now flawless,
looking every bit as perfect as everyone thought she was.
“Your words,” he quipped with a smirk before she grabbed a cushion
from the nearby couch and threw it at him. Chuckling, Kevin caught it
before it could hit his face and threw it back at her gently.
She knew what her friend was saying was true, it wasn’t like this was
new thing. It happened every year without fail when the gang got back
together to perform. Good old Betty Cooper was there being her perfect
self, waiting for any tiny glimmer of an opportunity with Archie Andrews
to roll around… but every year it was like she didn’t even exist to
him as more than just a friend. Another year and another production
meant yet another chance for him to see what he had been missing, for
him to see her.
“Oh my god,
how are you still wearing that thing, what the hell is wrong with you?!”
half-hearted sway of her arm, Liz tugs in disbelief at the sleeve of Red’s suit.
Ever since they had stepped out of his plane, she had practically been dying in
the late Italian midsummer sun that kept burning down on them so unforgivingly.
To her American mind, 35 degrees Celsius somehow hadn’t sounded like all that
much. At least not until she had opened the door of the plane to risk a glance
outside, only to shy right back inside like a vampire going up in flames at the
first ray of light falling onto its exposed skin.
was faring slightly better ever since she had stripped out of her blazer and
pants, leaving her in only a tank top and the pair of boxers she had packed as
a makeshift pajamas.
Red, on the
other hand, was still dressed in his usual three-piece suit, looking for all
intents and purposes like he was strolling through an appropriately-weathered park.
There wasn’t even a single speck of sweat on his face - a fact that made Liz
scowl in envy as the baby hairs at her temple kept sticking to her forehead.
You Dance Dreams with Matt/Foggy (or Daredevil in general)?
(I’m going to have to pull in Defenders characters as well, most likely.)
Instead of a Midsummer Night’s Dream sequel, the opera is based around a Hamlet AU. Because revenge.
Claire wrote it, I think? And Foggy is Polonius because he’s got a great comic tenor and can actually carry a tune in this one. Karen’s Ophelia, for obvious reasons, and is actually the heroine of the show because Claire decides Fuck Hamlet, Hamlet is a fairly minor character.
(Jessica is talked into playing Gertrude, and … fuck, Frank is Hamlet, isn’t he? It’s hard to have Frank not be Hamlet. Luke is Laertes?)
But they’re missing a Claudius/Ghost. And he’s a silent role, it’s all supposed to be lurking as the villain in the shadows or showing up to fuck shit up, it’s all body language and incredible acting, and …
Claire and Foggy both know a fellow student who’s perfect for it, but shit went down with Matt in their junior year that led to him leaving his theater major and his friends behind, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot of convincing to get him involved.