Literature
The Black Theater Ch. 1
"Cut, cut, cut," the director yelled and Sable Raven stopped singing with a scowl.
All the other actors on stage let out groans as the director started his fifth rant of the night.
Sable looked down at her feet, seething with annoyance. True, the cast, including her, weren't experts but they needed advice not complaints which was all the Black Theater's new director was good at.
They were running out of time too, they would perform Sweeney Todd on Halloween which was only a few days away.
Sable looked up at the giant round clock that hung beyond the auditorium seats.
She let out a breath of relief, nine o clock, practice was over.