fandomtownies | Magic Box, Tuesday

Neil couldn't help himself and when he didn't find Andrew in his room, he darted about the island looking for his friend.

The Magic Box being one of his eventual stops.

"Andrew! You got the lead!" He exclaimed as he careened through the door, perhaps looking more bouncy and well ... teenagery than ever before.

Andrew grinned widely as Neil bounded into the store. "I still don't believe it! I mean, I guess my audition went a lot better than ~~it did~~ I thought."

He recalled the moment he saw the flier with the casting announcement; he had wanted to scream with delight and run and hide in fear.

"Bah, you were probably just perfect for the part. A lot goes in to casting, not just one audition," pause... "Not that your audition wasn't greeeaatly unique!"

Neil just couldn't quite bring himself to bald face address that singing bit as fantastical but at the same time he wanted to be supportive of Andrew and that showed in the way he bounced on his toes.

"If you need any help learning lines or anything..."

Andrew nodded furiously, "Yes. Yes! Help will be greatly desired and appreciated."

He regarded the excited boy before him, "At least you'll be there with me at rehearsals." Andrew wouldn't admit it, but he was crazy nervous about the whole thing.

Neil swept Andrew a deep and graceful bow.

"At your service, Sirrah!" He said playfully.

Straightening, the grin was still evident on his face, reaching all the way up into brown eyes.

"We can practice up in my room, so we don't disturb Bart if you'd like and of course I'll be there!"

In fact, he was rather looking forward to having an activity outside of classes which he could share witn Andrew.

"Excellent!" Andrew bowed back, much less gracefully.

"So about tonight, is there anything in particular I should think about bringing to practice? I, um, I've never actually been on the acting side of things when it comes to theater. Should I wear all black? Bring some water and lemon juice?"

His smile turned into a bit of a grimace.

"No need to wear black, that's mostly for techies and even then only on show nights when they're supposed to blend into the curtains. Just wear whatever is comfortable for you and you might want to bring some water...err ... no lemon juice."

Neil made a face of his own at the thought.

"We'll probably just get introductions and go over the script tonight and the director might have a rehersal schedule laid out, like what days we're going to work on which scenes, days we might do only singing, etc. It should be pretty laid back and informal for right now."

"Yay, singing." Andrew's voice lacked enthusiasm.

"So what do you know about the directors? Think they're going to be okay guys?"

The lack of enthusiasm was a bit worrisome since they were in a musical but Neil figured that maybe once Andrew got one rehersal under his belt and saw how much fun it could be, he'd perk up!

"I didn't get a chance to meet the director, Troy but A.J. is in one of my classes, my comic book hero class to be exact and he's a really okay guy."

At the mention of the comic book hero class, Andrew just shook his head. "I so should have signed up for that class! It's just sounds too perfect for words."

"Do you think we'll be suspended from wires at any point during the play? I would so love that. I always imagine that people suspended from wires get huge wedgies, though. But it would be so worth it." He laughed.

"You would have loved it," Neil agreed, trying not to think about how cool it would have been to have Andrew in the same class with him. It was just wonderful to be doing the play together!

"I don't know, I guess it will depending upon what the show calls for, though I don't know how I feel about wedgies."

He grew up in a boys' school, wedgies were particularly viscious forms of squabbling.

"Do you ever dream about flying? It was a slow day, and Andrew enjoyed listening to Neil talk, so he sat down cross legged on the floor and looked up at the other boy.

"Flying?" Neil said thoughtfully and he gave the idea genuine consideration before shaking his head.

"I'm afraid I don't aspire to anything quite so lofty. Now, I do dream of doing theater, I mean for like my life's work. Being up on the stage, inhabiting the mind and skin of some one totally different from myself, living their life, even if it's just on the boards for a couple of hours but being able to weave a story that draws the audience in and knowing they're on that journey with me? That's what I dream about. That sort of freedom to live creatively."

"Well, who would you like to be? Is there a dream character you would like to play?" Andrew totally wanted to ask Neil if he had every done any LARPing, but thought the nerd factor might kill the story time mood.

Pursing his lips, Neil set his hands on his hips, a furrow arching between his eyebrows.

"I ... I don't know that there is a particular character I want to be. It's not so much that I want to be another person, I just like being able to take on the role and make the story as a whole come alive for other people."

Looking up, he seemed a bit perplexed.

"Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense. This is what challenges you in a fulfilling and meaningful way." Andrew was totally thinking about the Persian text he was feverishly trying to translate at the moment so he could return the book to Aziraphale.

"I just hope some of that passion rubs off," Andrew added, staring up the boy he admired a little more every day.

Neil blushed and then peeked up at Andrew with a boyish grin.

"It's bound to after the 100th time you have to peel me off the walls because I'm bouncing around like a dork."

Sobering a bit, he walked over to Andrew and after only a brief hesitation, lifted his hands in a motion to touch both of the other boy's shoulders.

"Listen, the most and only important thing about stage work is for you to have fun. It doesn't matter if everything isn't perfect. It's not reasonable to imagine it will be, we're all human after all. What is important is to be enjoying yourself, cause then, no matter what happens everybody audience and fellow castmates alike are up there enjoying themselves with you."

Grinning he bounced on his toes a little.

"And you seem the sort to be enjoying yourself. So I think we're covered, right?"

Andrew beamed and Neil and bit his lower lip, doing his best not to throw his arms around the other boy.

"Yeah, I'm totally the sort to enjoy myself," closing his eyes and bending his head to press a cheek against one of Neil's hands in appreciation.

"This is gonna be hell'a fun."

Okay, Neil realized he might have liked that gesture of Andrew's just a little too much and he had to swallow against a suddenly tight throat.

It was that or give in to the urge to stroke the other boy's cheek with a finger tip.

"Yeah, a heck of a lot of fun," he agreed, latching on to that for safety.

Stepping back, before he did anything stupid, Neil ran his hands through his hair.

"So, I better let you get back to work and I'll see you tonight at rehersal!"

"Okay! And no black, maybe some water, no lemon juice, and plan on having lots of fun!"

Andrew watched Neil exit and stood there, gazing a the door for a while.

Leo wandered into the store, cause it looked like it might sell cool stuff. "Hello?"

"Hello there!" Andrew greeted the customer warmly. "What kind of supernatural selection might you be interested in today?"

"Woah, supernatural? Far out Man. Uhhhhmmm..do you guys have incense?"

"Sure thing!" Andrew headed directly to the shelves containing the candles and incense. There was a huge selection.

"Did you need anything in particular?" Andrew picked up a jar labeled Rose and Essence of Munk Fish.

"This one is great if you're trying to summon a vorhee demon."

"What's a vorhee demon?"

"It's a big ugly creature, kinda slimy, oozes a yellow goo out of the holes where its ears should be. They're not very useful and almost perfectly harmless unless you feed them something made with processed flour." Andrew smiled at the customer.

Leo blinked. "Then, why summon them?"

"Eh," Andrew shrugged, "Sometimes you just get bored. And if you can get it to wait in the shower till your big brother gets home from working out, well, that's just a riot." Andrew laughed at the pleasant memory.

Leo pictured that, and started to laugh as well. "Well my big brother's not in town...wait, is my big brother in town Man?"

"I have no idea. What does he look like?"

"He looks a lot like me, only shorter, with less hair." ~~while Mun originally cast Cheech as Leo's father in law, he has now been re-cast as Leo's big brother~~

"Well, I can't say that I've seen anyone looks like that, but I'll surely keep my eyes open." Andrew put the jar of incense back on the shelf. The smell was beginning to make him a little nauseous.

"What do you have for like, if you just wanted to relax?"

"Oh, there are a number of good scents for relaxing. There's vanilla, this one here that smells like cut grass, lavender, and my personal favorite, sandalwood infused with honeydew."

"Cut grass eh? That sandalwood sounds good too."

"Why don't you take some time and smell through them. You might find that your nose is really partial to some of the less traditional ones."

"Hey, good idea Man." Leo started to do just that, the one labled 'London Fog' making him sneeze.

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