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"We need final checks on..." Here he paused, looking down at the list he had clutched in his hand. "His waist, chest... arm length and the circumfrence of his upper arm... But really what we need is to pin it on him," he said, his voice sounding official, business-like and reseigned. "He escaped too quickly this mornign for us to even put the costum on him," he said grumpilly.

"Sure... I don't care where it's done, as long as it's done." Zak had the feeling that, before long, he would become like Michael - a migrain-inflicted man with an addiction to headach pills. "I mean, if we can't get it pinned then all my work would be rendered completely useless," he grumbled. He had done most, if not all, of the work on Spencer's costume and he was exceedingly mad at the actor for not letting him finish.

((I know that. But Zak doesn't and he pissed right now.))

Zak took a deep breath and sighed. He nodded, gesturing down at the clothes he held in his arms. "It's right here," he said, his voice seemingly much more stable than before. He was praying that Michael would be able to get Spencer out and into the costum and the hope that that might actually happen was calming him.

Spencer could tell the stage manager's pills were once more in effect just by listening to his voice. For someone who had never met Michael, he would bet they would think the man had multiple personalities. "I can hear you perfectly fine from over here," the presently disagreeable actor said, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. He knew Michael could convince him to do much of anything, but he told himself not to give in this time. Not so easily.

"God, just shut up, Michael!" Spencer shouted, wrenching open the door once more in irritation. Maybe it was easy for the other man afterall. His narrowed eyes fell on the stage manager for his successful 'tactics' before storming further back into his dressing room. He wanted to ask Michael why he had to act like such an idiot sometimes, but instead he refrained himself from the comment. He arms folded over his chest again as he looked back at the other. "What is it you're wanting now?"

Spencer relaxed with Michael's arms around him, releasing a soft sigh. He hated be so gullible sometimes. "Well... Zak shouldn't have started with me," he continued, yet with much less ire in his voice. He knew that Zak had only needed to get his job done and it would make anyone angry if someone wasn't complying to let them see it through.. but he didn't want to concern himself with other's problems. "My day has been just as long and hard as his has been." Though he did have his own personal room to retreat to whenever he wanted. "I might let him do it if he calms down."

Micheal closed his eyes and smiled a little bit. " Zak is calmer now and I know your days were equally as difficult but that should clue you in to the fact that he's been through just as much s**t as you have been through today. Both of you are irratable this time of the day and just need to give each other a break."

" I'll stand by to make sure he doesn't say anything while he's pinning you in but in return you have to get in your costume, not say anything to him while he's fitting you, and get through your sound test without a complaint. Afterwords I'll reward you with my special coffee... and dinner. " Micheal gave Spencer a peck on the cheek. " Your pick my treat. What do you say?"

Micheal smiled and leaned against a wall. " No I don't mind, go right ahead." He would admit that he had a little crush on the actor, but his pervy actions toward him were out of playfullness and nothing else.