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The Boards - Tuesday, 3/3 - REHEARSAL!

Geoffrey wasn't in the theatre when Tony arrived. The theatre didn't have any sporting arenas installed, so Tony figured Geoffrey was probably no more insane than usual. He got out his script, figuring he could help the actors run through the scenes until the director arrived.

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Cal Stephanides

Dinah Lance

Amber Atkins

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Dinah had been nervous about this particular section of the play for weeks. Now that it was here, though, she really wanted to do it. She was absorbed in her script, legs dangling into the orchestra pit, sipping the frappachino she'd brought with her.

Amber was sitting there, tossing Skittles in the air and catching them with her mouth.

Waiting for his scenes to come, Cal just lounged back, drifting off into daydreams and stuff, even when he tried his best to pay attention to what other people were going.

I think we're up to Act 3. Not sure when Geoffrey will arrive, but go ahead and rehearse anyway.

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No Fear Shakespeare

Interesting fact: having a lot of pissed-off inside and nowhere to put it? Really helps when you're giving a speech about attacking the enemy. This was the speech Geoffrey gave her to audition with, and Dinah threw everything she had into it today.

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility,
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage--"

Rage at who? Who cares? Dinah gritted her teeth and met each of the other actor's eyes in turn.

"Then lend the eye a terrible aspect,
Let pry through the portage of the head like the brass cannon,
let the brow o'erwhelm it
as fearfully as doth a gallèd rock o'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,"

Take a moment, lower the voice....

"Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height.
On, on, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof,
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument."

Almost calm now. But making it as much a command as she could, and wow, did she hate she'd learned this from... someone.

"Dishonor not your mothers.
Now attest that those whom you called fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war."

And she made it through the whole thing without missing a word. Whew.

Then she was blinking at the lights at the end, almost disoriented by having nothing more to say.

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...all he had for that was slow, measured, slightly wowed clapping.

Dinah heard the clapping and turned bright red, but beamed out toward the audience, even though she couldn't see Geoffrey for the stagelights.

As usual, Cal was just up there, having fun with his part, his Dauphin notably based on someone he wasn't going to admit to taking inspiration from.

"What a long night is this! I will not change my
horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.
Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his
entrails were hairs; le cheval volant, the Pegasus,
chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I
soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth
sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his
hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes."

He'd also totally been brushing up on a convincing French accent.

Geoffrey didn't say anything. He just watched and quirked his lips thoughtfully.

*points to self*

"Tony? I need to talk to you," Dinah said, lingering after rehearsal. "It's important. Is there somewhere quiet where we can go around here?"

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Uh-oh. "Yeah, totally," Tony said. He lead her to a quiet spot backstage.

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