The Boards, Tues [5/13]

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Geoffrey had had his play. At this point, he had a Titus Andronicus without a Titus and that was beyond not good, exceeding most certainly not good. Geoffrey supposed he couldn't fault the boy for taking it; on the surface, anyway, it looked like madness not to go. But as far as he was concerned, madness is what he should have pursued. Madness was at the heart of acting, the heart of art. Or rather, not madness but what could have been perceived as madness. The boy had gone to New York to learn how to act.

Geoffrey would have let him teach himself.

That said, the show must go on. And so, there was rehersal.

The sign was out front as per usual, ragged and ridiculous as ever. Written below it was the important bit, though.
Rehersals for Titus Andronicus
He awaited his actors (and any others who wanted to join him!)

[ooc: still casting so if new pups who'll be here for the summer would like to get a part, PLEASE do tag in!] [ocd coming up!]

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Collapsible please!

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Amber Atkins

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Michael Guerin

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Naomi Wildman

Try Outs

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Plenty of rolls available!

Re: Try Outs

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

In an act to almost completely and utterly counteract any improvement he'd made on his body earlier that day on the gym, Cal was strolling around through the village, killing time and his lungs with a cigarette and contemplating on how, no matter how much he wanted to quit, he probably never, ever would be able to. He strolled and checked out the village. Hey, the last time he did this, he'd somehow ended up with a job. Maybe this time he'd trip on a magical little leprechaun and get him a pot of freaking gold or something. If he was getting the gist of things around here, that might not be all that unlikely.

But, no. No leprechauns; not even any four-leaf clovers, but he figured that they were in the wrong part of Europe for those metaphors, anyway. Just a sign, and a play, and a faint glimmer of the past involving a blind prophet and bad costuming and a hemorrhaged brain that lead to an embrace from an Antigone.

Cal looked at the sign and dragged in a deep chestful of smoke.

"Huh."

Re: Try Outs

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With a radar born out of pure desperation, Geoffrey's head popped out of the door.

"Hello. Interested? Why don't you come in? I have... well, you can have water or coffee. It's a little early for scotch, after all."

Re: Try Outs

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal glanced at his watch. It was?

"Uh, well..."

The problem was that he wasn't sure if he was interested or not. The pull toward tragedy and acting (all the world, a stage, indeed, every moment of Cal Stephanides' Greek tragedy life) and the pull of that damn nagging muse lead him one way, experience and regret and the fact that he really wasn't all that great of an actor (despite Jerome's claims to get him when he was she in that damn vampire movie) in the first place pulled him the other.

He thought about asking if he could smoke inside. He tapped a little ash on the sidewalk.

"Shakespeare, huh?"

Not exactly his cup of tea, but it still was one of the tragedies. Roman inspired, though. Refried Greek.

Re: Try Outs

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"Shakespeare," he repeated with a nod. It sounded a little different when he said it, but that had mostly to do with the fact that he was grinning.

Casting

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Try out and he'll cast you!

Re: Casting

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me," G'Kar approached the director, "Amber informs me that you still have some open roles."

Re: Casting

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"I do. Yes."

He smiled brightly. Perhaps a little manically.

"Interested in trying out then?"

Re: Casting

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

"Definitly. What parts are still open?"

Re: Casting

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Plenty. Handwavey handwavey everything but Tamora, Lavinia, and Aaron."

He looked curiously at the newcomer.

"Are you familiar with the play?"

Scene 2: Acts 1-3

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Text: Act 1 (http://www.online-literature.com/shakespeare/titusandronicus/4/)
Text: Act 2 (http://www.online-literature.com/shakespeare/titusandronicus/5/)
Text: Act 3 (http://www.online-literature.com/shakespeare/titusandronicus/6/)

Notes (http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/titus/section2.rhtml)

[those parts not PC casted are being played by NPCs, so don't be afraid to get into a scene ^_^]

Re: Scene 2: Acts 1-3

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Act 3 Amber stood silently by, following along as she had done from Act 1 and though she thought she contrived the character persona reasobably well, she might be having a difficult time in portraying Tamora perfectly. She supposed this is exactly what practice was for and she was working hard on trying to please Mr. Tennant by actually becoming the Queen of the Goths.

To Aaron she speaks, allowing her tone to become sweet, soft, caressing almost as she tries to entice him:

"My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,
When every thing doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chant melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind
And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground:
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise;
And, after conflict such as was supposed
The wandering prince and Dido once enjoy'd,
When with a happy storm they were surprised
And curtain'd with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber;
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep."

Occassionally Amber had to glance down at her lines.

Re: Scene 2: Acts 1-3

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He didn't mind.

Well, he didn't mind that she was glancing at her script. He did mind something else.

"Amber? Could you come over here for a minute, please?"

Geoffrey was not about giving public advice unless it was for the entire cast (or unless his actor was being a complete asshole and needed it). People don't like you when you humiliated them, after all, and while he didn't need them to like him (it was, in fact, part of the rules that they were in it against him, as the director, something he recalled from the other side of the dividing line quite clearly) it did help. Sometimes. It depended on the actor.

He wasn't going to push Amber too hard. For one, he knew she was trying. For another, he didn't think she needed it. Just a little gentle coaxing.

Re: Scene 2: Acts 1-3

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she mumured and figured it had to do with her conviction in the scene. She more or less stood there and... she needed much practice.

Walking over to him, she stopped when she was close enough to keep their conversation somewhat private. While she was not so much shy, she did embarrass easily at times.

"Yes?"

Re: Scene 2: Acts 1-3

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael was off to one side, muttering to himself and trying to get the words sounding right.

"Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top,
Safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft,
Secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash;
Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn,
And, having gilt the ocean with his beams,
Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach,
And overlooks the highest-peering hills;
So Tamora:
Upon her wit doth earthly honour wait,
And virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.
Then, Aaron, arm thy heart, and fit thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress,
And mount her pitch, whom thou in triumph long
Hast prisoner held, fetter'd in amorous chains
And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes
Than is Prometheus tied to Caucasus.
Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!
I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
To wait upon this new-made empress.
To wait, said I? to wanton with this queen,
This goddess, this Semiramis, this nymph,
This siren, that will charm Rome's Saturnine,
And see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.
Holloa! what storm is this?"

Notes

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Only if there's acting, obviously.

Off Stage

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Mingling, talking, anything offstage goes here.

Re: Off Stage

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

G'Kar slipped in just in time to catch Amber's rehersal. He'd handwavily checked out a copy from the library and was very intrigued by the play. He watched everyone with great interest.

Re: Off Stage

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber noticed G'Kar in between rehearsal and she made a point of stepping down from the stage to walk over and greet him with more than just a wave. "Hi! It's nice to see you here, G'Kar. But oh my gosh, I am learnin' a lot. Actin' is not as easy as I first believed."

Re: Off Stage

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

"I'd say it looks like you're doing very well. How did the talk with the director go?" Yes, he'd noticed the discussion, but was too far away to hear anything.

OOC

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

To prevent the end of the world.

...can I just say that I would die laughing if Ned tried out for Titus? Cause I seriously would.