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 Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 4:28 pm
Spencer's hands tightened into fists around the material of the costume. "Michael," he whined, pulling the costume closer to his chest as if his clothing could be seen through. "Stop teasing. Just go and I'll be out in a second, ok?" He even took the liberty of marching over to the door and opening it for the stage manager. No matter how much he was around Michael and his occasional playful antics, he would never completely get used to them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 5:06 pm
He looked at the door as it opened and held the mic and pack in veiw. "You have to put this on once your done. Your the last one who needs their mic and then in a bit we are doing a sound check before."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:41 am
Zak was, to say the least, releived when Michael succeeded in convincing the actor to get fitted. Releived enough for that to complete the rest of the calming act. He barely even registered when the techy asked him a question. He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes as he waited for the actor to finish changing so he could finish his job. Maybe once everything was over today he would go out... treat himself...
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:02 pm
"Damn it!"
The stage door slammed. Matthew hurried down the stage, across the sets, walking to his dressing room. Cell phone firmly planted to his ear, the blonde was barking, "I earned a f---ing Tony for writing that play. Doesn't anyone remember that? If I tell you not to cast Edmund Middlson as the lead, then you don't cast godd--n Edmund Middlson. Don't screw with me like that!" He paused. "Fine, ok, we'll have lunch."
The cell phone was shut, dropped into his messanger bag, which was tossed onto his dressing room table. A Vanity Fair, a chapstick, a cellphone (previously mentioned), a blackberry. He sighed, flopping down in his chair.
"Damn it, I can't even remember my lines."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:46 pm
Shaquire didn't mind when his question wasn't answered the way the intern was acting did it. Not to far off he heard another door slam and sighed, seems many people were going to be sighing alot this week. He guessed that most likely it was an upset actor that was the cause of it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:42 pm
Micheal left only opening the door onece more to put the mic in the dressing room. " Great. Shaq, that means all the mics are delivered. Go to the booth and get ready for the sound testing. Zak, he'll be out in a minute, just be sure not to say anything. I'm already treating him to coffee and dinner, I can't afford you to say anything else, alright? " He heard Matthew entered and sighed. He left to go to Matthews dressing room and opened the door without knocking. " What's your issue now Matt?" Micheal leaned against the door frame.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:04 pm
"The superiority complex is very charming, Michael, but I assure you I have no issue." Matt snapped, looking up at the other with a cross expression, then he shrugged, "Never mind, I'm not even going to be worried by it."
Picking up a copy of the script he began to silently go over his part, looking up once to give Michael the faintest smile and inquire, "Who's here already?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:20 pm
Micheal sighed at the other's answer. He can be such a pain in the butt sometimes. " Spencer, most of the ensemble, and all of the technical cast." Micheal said, answering the other's question.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:28 pm
Matt sighed. "Oh come on Michael," he pleaded, "don't look at me like that. Please, I'm sorry. Forgive me?" A small smile. "There, are we better now... please tell me we're better. I haven't had the kind of day where I could stand somone I actually like being mad at me for a stupid comment."
His lightly tanned skin seemed to glow in the fragile, dull light. Another smile, a little larger, the at times dangerous, at times flirtatious, and at times sincere, grin.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:22 pm
The redhead nodded, he turned to head toward the board at the back of the house. With each step his ponytail flicked back and forth like a tail. He began to softly hum to himself as he booted up the sound system, the amps already on.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 6:07 pm
Micheal smirked " Alright, I forgive you. Just don't go trouncing through my house so loud. I'm the only one here allowed to make that much noise." Micheal smiled, obviously playing. " Go over your lines and get your costume on. We need to do a sound check and you need to be fitted if you haven't been already."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 6:29 pm
"Obsessive little perverts feeling me up, oh such a dream come true." Matt smirked, standing and walking towards Michael, then out the door, "Alright, I'll be good, do my little part." As he walked away, his hips swayed lightly back and forth.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 11:36 am
It only took Spencer a couple minutes to successfully get into the change of costume. He could feel the looser areas where the article of clothing needed to be adjusted. Looking in the mirror at himself, he felt as normal in a theatrical costume than he did in his modern clothing. He finally went over to once more reopen the door to find Zak still waiting. "I'm sorry, sir" he said. "Do you have an appointment?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 12:15 pm
"Mmm," he muttered in mild assent. Not exactly an appointment, per se, but Spencer needed to be fitted. He stood up slowly and said, "So, ready to be fitted?" Somehow, all Zak's huge burst of energy seemed to have vannished and he looked rather fatigues, although still determined.
((Nah, where's Daxy? ninja :"P))
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 1:39 pm
(Omi! How could I forget little Daxumz? I'll get on that in a bit.)
Spencer could tell that Zak was finished with arguing.. For the moment, at least. Was it possible that they'd get through the rest of this without exchanging a battle of words? He nodded and moved back to allow the boy to come into the dressing room. "I do believe I am," he said. "Just don't stick me just because you don't like me all that much, alright?"
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