Me and my friend are soon to be bringing our show to Off-Broadway!
As our show is about bringing together people from different paths of life, we have decided to take to tumblr to fill our crew positions. If you have an interest of being in the crew of an Off-Broadway, touring, and hopefully Broadway show, fill out this form below!
The events of the horrific Aurora Theatre Shooting unfolded on July 20, 2012. The shooting transpired during the midnight screening of The Dark Knight Rises and ended with unthinkable losses.
James Holmes, the sole perpetrator, initially entered the theatre and bought a ticket to the film, sitting in the front row. Approximately twenty minutes into the movie, Holmes exited the theatre through an emergency exit door. He propped this door open with a plastic tablecloth holder and proceeded to go outside to his car. Inside of his vehicle were protective tactical clothing items and multiple firearms. Holmes changed into the protective clothing, which included a gas mask, a ballistic helmet, a bullet-resistant throat protector, a load-bearing vest (which was not additionally bulletproof), bullet-risistant leggings, a groin protector, and finally a pair of tactical gloves. While at his car Holmes also retrieved the guns that he would use in the attack; a 12-gauge Remington 870 Express Tactical shotgun, a Smith and Wesson M&P15 semi-automatic rifle with a 100-round drum magazine, and a Glock 22 .40 caliber handgun.
Holmes then reentered the theatre through the same door he had propped open and entered the auditorium, wearing headphones and playing “techno music” as to not hear the audience’s reactions. He first threw two canisters that discharged a gas or smoke. This smoke caused eye irritation and obscured vision, as well as itchiness to the skin and throat. After this Holmes fired his 12-gauge Remington shotgun at the ceiling, then at the audience. He additionally fired his semi-automatic rifle, but it soon malfunctioned. Holmes lastly fired using his Glock 22 handgun.
Holmes began shooting at the back of the auditorium, then towards people in the aisles. Three people in a neighboring room were hit by a bullet when it passed through the wall, and that area was subsequently evacuated. This room was also screening The Dark Knight Rises. Meanwhile, back in the auditorium where the shooting was taking place, the fire alarm began to sound. The scene was in complete chaos, and some were hesitant to flee due to shouts of an additional shooter in the theatre’s lobby. The first calls to 911 were made at 12:39am, with police arriving in 90 seconds. Some individuals reported the shooting on Twitter rather than calling the police, but officers were already present at the theatre when these tweets were sent.
A total of 76 shots were fired by Holmes in the theatre; six of these were from the shotgun, 65 from the semi-automatic rifle, and five from the Glock 22 .40 caliber handgun. When Sergeant Stephen Redfearn, one of the first police officers on the scene, arrived, he decided not to wait for ambulances. Sergeant Redfearn instead sent a number of the victims to the hospital in squad cars. At approximately 12:45am, Holmes was apprehended behind the theatre by Officer Jason Oviatt. He stated that Holmes was calm and “disconnected” during his arrest.
12 people were killed in the Aurora shooting and 70 non-fatal injuries were reported. 10 victims died at the scene and two more died at local hospitals. Four of the victims, Jonathan Blunk, Matt MqQuinn, Alexander Teeves, and John Larimer, were killed while protecting their girlfriends. Two of the victims were active-duty service members. For a full list of the fallen victims, click here.
Two federal officials had stated that Holmes had dyed his hair red and called himself “The Joker”, but authorities later declined to confirm that statement. However, three days later at his first court appearance, Holmes had reddish-orange hair. Authorities found a first aid kit, as well as spike strips, in his car. Holmes later claimed that he planned to use the spike strips if police chased him or shot at him. Police interviewed a grand total of 200 witnesses during the investigation. Holmes was first incarcerated at the Arapahoe County Detention Center under suicide watch.
The Aurora Shooting had claimed the largest number of victims of any mass shooting in the history of the United States, but was later unfortunately surpassed by the Orlando Pulse Nightclub Shooting in 2016, which had a combined total of 102 casualties. The Aurora Shooting was the deadliest mass shooting in the state of Colorado since the Columbine High School Massacre in 1999, which claimed 13 victims, not including the two perpetrators who committed suicide after their attack.
Jack’s past comes back to haunt him. Katherine is very helpful.
Katherine sat in the living room at her typewriter clicking away at the keys once more as she always did. The sound had a calming effect on her and could even lull her to sleep if she wasn’t so focused on an article. Her fingers skimmed along the keys, pressing down certain ones over and over again and watching the ink hit the paper. According to the old clock on the wall it was about 1 in the morning by now. Katherine couldn’t remember when she started working honestly but it didn’t matter to her.
Jack had gone to bed about two hours ago and had told her to come soon so she could get some rest as well. She obviously told him she would, per usual (even if she usually was still at her typewriter by four in the morning or watching the sun come up).
She mouthed the words in a whisper as she typed, her eyebrows knit in concentration as she leaned close to the paper.
A sudden yell interrupted her thoughts and she jumped in her seat, hitting an x where a c was supposed to go.
“What the…” Katherine trailed off, pushing her chair back and standing up. She debated grabbing the old baseball bat they kept in the corner of the kitchen but another noise interrupted her once more.
Her instincts took hold of her and she took off in a run to the bedroom, throwing the door open.
Jack was laying sprawled out on the bed; the sheets tangled on him. The moonlight was the only light showing through from the window. Katherine took a hesitant step forward before turning on the lamp on the night table. Jack’s eyebrows were knit in what looked like pain and worry and his mouth was set a grim line. He tossed and turned slightly, looking like he was gasping for breath.
“Hey hey. Jack, Jack wake up.” Katherine said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Jack, Jack wake up!” She said louder shaking his shoulder harshly.
Jack shot up quickly and Katherine jumped. He looked around as panicked as a frightened animal. His black shaggy hair stuck to his forehead in sweat and he was breathing heavily, clutching the sheets tightly. His eyes scanned over the room wildly until they landed on Katherine’s worried expression.
“Oh, Ace…” He breathed out, quickly pulling her close and hugging her as close to him as he physically could.
“Are you okay?” Katherine asked softly, tracing patterns along his back with her fingers.
She could feel Jack shook his head from where he’d buried it against her neck; his breathing tickling her skin and causing her to shiver involuntarily.
The two were quiet for a few seconds as Jack’s breathing slowed down slightly. Katherine gently pulled away and cupped his face with her small hands, feeling that Jack’s terrified grip hadn’t loosened from around her yet.
“What was it about?” She asked softly, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
Jack swallowed hard and let out a small gasp for air.
“R-Refuge.” He muttered out.
Katherine nodded, knowing she had to keep him calm in these situations. Her reporter instincts wanted to ask more but she knew Jack wasn’t one to talk about it.
“It was shut down though.” Katherine said, stroking his cheek with her thumb tenderly, “Your drawings saved all of those kids. Snyder is in jail and you’ll never ever run into him again; especially not if any of those boys have anything to do with it.”
Jack shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, “Still haunts me.” He choked out.
“Shh, I know.” Katherine mumbled, pulling him close as he rest his head back on her shoulder. She felt little wet drops on the sleeve of her nightdress and took a shakey breath.
Jack Kelly was not one to cry. And if he was- it was something really bad.
Katherine looked up at the ceiling to try and keep her own tears at bay.
“P-Please don’t cry.” She whispered softly, her hands gently weaving through his hair, “I-I hate it when you cry.”
She heard Jack sniff softly and she knew he was trying to somehow pull himself together.
“I-It was different this time.” Jack said shakily, “It wasn’t me in there. Not like it always is.”
He sat back up, rubbing his nose against his arm and looking down at where she sat between his legs, facing him.
“Was it Crutchie?” Katherine asked softly, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes, “Or Davey?”
Jack shook his head, “I-It was you Ace.”
Katherine raised an eyebrow, surprised, “Me?” She whispered.
Jack nodded, “B-Because of da Delanceys. They-They had yous and-and they took yous to the Refuge. And I- I tried to stop them. And Davey and Crutchie were dere and all the boys. It was a huge fight and- and I turned around and I’s couldn’t find yous. And I- I could still hear yous screaming my name and-”
Jack squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing becoming more uneven as he relived the dream.
“Hey, hey.” Katherine took his face in her hands softly, “Just breathe. Breathe, okay? Just like this.” She took slow breaths, keeping eye contact with him, “Just look at me and breathe alright? I’m not going anywhere remember? Wherever you go I’m right by your side.” She whispered.
“For sure?” Jack asked, his voice cracking softly.
Katherine pulled him into a tight hug, “For sure.” She whispered.
The two stayed like that for a while. Katherine holding Jack close and running her fingers through his jet black hair, kissing his forehead every once and a while. Jack kept his face buried against her neck, taking in the feeling of her there and the scent of ink she had from writing mixed with her shampoo from her curls. His hands still clutched the material of her nightgown as he took deep shakey breaths.
“Jack,” Katherine gently pulled away, her hand still against his cheek, “I’m gonna get you a towel and then you come sleep on the couch while I finish writing, okay? I won’t be leaving you.”
She leaned in and gently pressed her lips against his before pulling away. She stood up and went to the bathroom closet and grabbed a towel they had before coming back in and handing it to him.
“Meet me in the living room, okay?” She said softly.
Katherine went back out and sat at her desk. She took the paper she had messed up on out of the typewriter and put a new one in. She rest her chin in her hand and drummed her fingers against the wood of her desk. Writing was actually the last thing on her mind right now with what had just happened.
Jack came back out to the living room, having washed his face and changed into a dry shirt. He laid down on the couch and put a pillow under his head; turning to face where she sat.
Katherine could feel his eyes on her back and debated telling him to get some rest but she was sure he wasn’t hoping to do that anytime soon. She looked at the messed up sheet of paper beside her and began copying what it had said onto her new one; the clicks and clacks of the typewriter a soft lullaby.
“Ace?” Jack asked, just above a whisper.
Katherine stopped typing and turned around, “Yeah?”
“Will you come sleep with me?” He said softly, slightly reaching out for her.
Katherine smiled sadly, “Of course I will.”
She stood up and walked over to the small couch, trying to find a way to lay down without falling off the couch to the floor. Jack gently pulled her down on top of him so they both took up one space. Katherine draped the throw blanket over them and laid her head against Jack’s chest, feeling him run his fingers through her curls. It’d seemed to become a sort of coping mechanism for the two of them. One would run their hands through the other’s hair and it would instantly be calming to them both.
Jack kissed her forehead lightly.
Katherine strained her neck to look back up at him, “Yeah?”
“Thanks.” Jack smiled softly, “I’s couldn’t do this without you.”
Katherine smiled before kissing him, “And the same to you Jack Kelly.”
Jack grinned one of his charming smiles Katherine had missed so much that night.
“I love you.” He said.
Katherine laid back down against him, listening to his calm heartbeat and sighing with relief.
I’m thinking about watching and blogging about some episodes in the lead up to the new season. I have a few ideas, but I figured I’d open it up and see if anyone has any bright ideas on episodes I should watch and blog about.
So far I have:
The first episode (which is defined how? The Pilot? The Crawling Eye?)
Mitchell (Joel’s Last)
Samson Vs. The Vampire Women (Frank’s Last)
Soultaker (Joel and Mike two great tastes that taste great together)
Diabolik (last of the old series)
Any other suggestions appreciated. So..what do you think sirs?
You know what’s awesome about The Flash musical episode?
In this episode, Barry Allen is depicted as a guy - a straight guy (as far as canon goes) - a straight guy who is a superhero - who unabashedly, unashamedly likes musicals!
They could have gone for the “Let’s make the macho hero sing and watch him be embarrassed and snarky about sharing his feelings” route that some modern musicals and musical episodes go (see: Flynn from Tangled, Spike from Buffy’s “Once More with Feeling”, most of the heroes and villains of “Mayhem of the Music Meister!”). The Supernatural musical episode doesn’t even have the guys sing - the singers are all teenage girls.
But Barry Allen is shown from the start of this episode to love musicals. Old fashioned, cheesy musicals like Singin’ In the Rain.He doesn’t find it embarrassing, he doesn’t hide it from his male friends.Even though he is trapped in movie musical sort of against his will, his own mind partially conjured up this fantasy, and it shows. He gets so into the opening number, he sits down watching in awe as the two murderous gangsters sing to their daughter, he starts off the “Super Friends” number and spins off silly rhymes and puns.
I’ve headcanoned that Barry did musicals when he was in school since “Summer Lovin’” in Season 1, and it may not have been officially confirmed, but I just got a LOT more evidence for the theory this episode.
Why is this important? Well, there’s a reason most school theater programs have more female than male performers in my experience. I went to a high school with an amazing theater program, and even there some had the assumption that if you’re a guy who likes musicals or acts in musicals, you’re not strong or masculine. And that wasn’t a stigma a guy wanted to attract. My middle school production of Guys and Dolls? We only had four or five actual guys. And not all in the lead parts.
But Barry Allen is a superhero. One of the most iconic in the DC canon. He’s the “fastest man alive.” He’s punched out a man made of metal, a shark man, a giant gorilla, murderous speedsters who have beaten him within an inch of his life. He’s survived being struck by lightning, shot by Green Arrow, broken by Zoom, trapped in the speed force.
Duncan Sheik, the writer of Spring Awakening, studied semiotics at college, which is the study of metaphors. He literally studied metaphors for four years. And then wrote Spring Awakening. So. There’s that.