My story I am writing for a class.

Story so far: Macbeth is an aspiring musician with a British pop band called the Glamis. His best friend, Banquo, is also the lead singer of a British group. One day, three cool chicks appear before him and predict he will be the King of Pop, sell a dozen albums, and make lots of money. Macbeth’s manager is Duncan, but Duncan plans to sign a contract with Banquo’s band. This means that Glamis will have competition, and when Macbeth learns of this, he lures Duncan to a performance and incites a stampede of fans. Duncan is trampled to death, but Banquo sees this happen and suspects him.

Act III, Scene 1

(The scene is in the Glamis nightclub at Liverpool. Banquo and his partner, Fleance enters.)

Banquo: You have it all now. You have hit the top of the charts in music, sold over one million copies of your songs, and are now the King of British Pop-just as the Weird Birds promised. I’m afraid you have gone completely crackers and did many crazy things in order to win. But the Weird Birds also said that you would not always be the gear band around Liverpool. They also said that I would sell many best-selling songs, mate. If the Birds spoke the truth-as they did to you, Macbeth-why, I certainly hope what they said about me will come true. No more.

(A drum roll sounds. Macbeth enters with Lady Macbeth. They are accompanied by Macbeth’s other band members, technicians, and producers.)

Macbeth: Blimey, here’s our most important cat.

Lady Macbeth (to Macbeth) If he had been forgotten, everything would have been such a drag. It’s smashing terr that you could be here.

Macbeth:Tonight we’re holding an official performance, my good man. I would be chuffed if you decided to join us and hear us play.

Banquo: I would be delighted to attend this fab concert. I am always ready to see your band perform anytime, mate.

Macbeth: Are you also going to put on a show with your boys tonight?

Banquo- Yes.

Macbeth- (using the Royal we, for sarcasm.) If this weren’t so, we fellas would have liked to have had your presence in today’s concert. It is always leery. But we’ll hear it tomorrow. Where are you going to take your chaps for the concert?

Banquo: As far as I can, my good man. Unless my concert is faster than I expect, I’ll be headed back on the van when it gets dark for an hour or two.

Macbeth: Remember to come see my band!

Banquo: I promise, my friend!

Macbeth: I have heard that those potty blokes of mine are living in Ireland and in lovely London. They haven’t confessed to killing my good manager and are no-good swine. They tell big fibs, but we can talk about that tomorrow when serious matters arise. Farewell, until you come see us tonight. Is Fleance going with you, mate?

Banquo: Yes, my good man. It is time we were going.

Macbeth: May your performance go swiftly and fab. Farewell.

(Banquo exits.)

(To the rest of the people.)

All of you may do as you like until seven. To enjoy your company even more, we’ll remain alone and record some songs until supper time. Until then, cheerio!

(All exit, except Macbeth and his band members, and a technician.)

Macbeth: Are the fellows waiting?

Technician: Yes. They’re waiting outside.

Macbeth: Send them in here. 

(The technician leaves.)

To be the King of pop is nothing, unless I am safely number one. I fear Banquo and his buddies deeply. There’s a feeling I have that the chap knows too much. He knows about the Weird Birds and their predictions. I have to eliminate him.

(The technician enters with two ruffians.)