thinking hard about the Married Vampires Show that louis and armand are staging (trying to stage) every day in dubai. hard for me to stop thinking about it. this is where the laughter will go (daniel does not laugh). this is where we will charm the audience (Daniel is not charmed). okay PLACES EVERYONE. the role of rashid will now be played by rashid. ENTER ARMAND, STAGE RIGHT. the production is falling apart! louis you’re changing your lines. Cut. take five. we're editing the script. i mean it's all so controlled but it's also. wildly out of control. armand you are world's most beautiful complex awful depressing embarrassing and scary puppeteer who is also weirdly not good at his job (keeping romantic hold of a man who is terrified to be alone with himself). this is armand: I've Convinced My Favourite Marionette That He and I Are In A Relationship of Equal Standing, Because He Tells Me What To Do In Bed Sometimes. okay quiet on set everyone. louis please remember that you're happy to be here. and ACTION.
and the thing is as people have mentioned armand is bad at directing. He is bad at it. but i’m not sure louis even cares. or maybe he doesn’t realise. because he didn’t give a shit about the plays in Paris (barely attended, often read or slept through rehearsals and performances?) but he’s personally invested in the success of what they’re trying to sculpt into something convincing in Dubai. like he doesn’t want to be himself. he’s sickened by himself and frightened of himself and alienated from himself. he wants to present a version of louis de pointe du lac that he can live with and let it take hold in someone else’s mind and then, therefore, mercifully become that version. shrink away from the shame of being You and wriggle into this costume your loving warden is holding out. you actually helped him make it. :)
