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[i]I glanced up, watching as the man, Michael, crossed the stage. Looking him up and down, he definitely looked the part of Beast. Taller than me, brooding, not exactly terrifying, but still sent tiny shivers down my spine.
I straightened my posture, hoping I wasn't as small as felt, and reached out my hand to shake. 
[b]"Henry, scripts!"[/b] The director called out from the seats.
 A young boy ran hurried from backstage, holding two thick packets of the paper, barely held together by a single staple. He held them out to each of us before dashing back off stage. 
[b]"Okay, we're going to start at the part where Belle was almost attacked by wolves, but Beast stepped in and ended up getting injured. Belle is taking care of him. And Michael, you don't have to roar yet."[/b]
 I held the script in one hand, and then pretended that I had a rag like the script had written. 
[b]"Here now, oh don't do that."[/b] I said, gently taking his arm. [/i][hr]
[hider=Script] Fade to int of
den,
with BELLE pouring hot water out of MRS. POTTS.  She soaks a rag in the water,
then turns to BEAST, who is licking his wounds.)
BELLE:        Here now. Oh, don't do that. (BEAST growls at her as she tries to
clean the wound with her rag.) Just...hold still.
(She touches the rag to the wound and BEAST roars in pain.  The OBJECTS, who
have been watching, jump back into hiding from the outburst.)
BEAST:        That hurts!
BELLE:        (In counterpoint) If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much.
BEAST:        Well if you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened!
BELLE:        Well if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!
BEAST:        (Opens his mouth to respond, but has to stop and think of a good
              line) Well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!
BELLE:        Well you should learn to control your temper!   (BEAST raises his
              hand to bring out another point, but finds he has none, so he
              bows his head down again.  The OBJECTS emerge from their hiding
              as BELLE has conquered the ferocious temper of BEAST.   BELLE
              moves the rag closer to the wound)  Now, hold still. This may
              sting a little.  (BEAST gives a surprised grunt, then grits his
              teeth as the rag is applied. BELLE speaks tenderly.)  By the way,
              thank you, for saving my life.
(BEAST opens his eyes, looking surprised.)
BEAST:        (Also very tenderly) You're welcome.[/hider][/center]