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The Boards - CASTING - Thursday, 05/20

Geoffrey had been stewing.

While the actual play scripts had come in last week, he'd been so unhappy with what had happened (and the unfortunate circumstance that meant he couldn't undo what'd happened without feeling mildly ill to his stomach at the thought of wasting a production) that he hadn't been able to even write on the board for casting.

A musical.

They'd sent him... a musical.

Not a bad musical, not by any means, but a musical all the same. A musical. All right, a dramatic musical, and a musical based on the Bard's work, but...

Oh God, he was going to have to coach someone through 'I Feel Pretty' and suddenly lunch was so much less interesting. But this was what he had and he wasn't about to spit in the face of what he had, not when it was, well, all he had. So the sign went up.

Casting for East Side Story
Free food and drink! Cast and crew needed!

...and so it would begin.

[ocd up!]

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You guys know the drill.

"Geoffrey, are we supposed to just do another monologue?" Karla asked, a little unsure. "Or should we sing something as well?"

Geoffrey looked uncomfortable, like someone in clothes that didn't fit right.

"I would say so, yes, if you don't mind, Karla. Anything you like."

Karla thought for a moment and then began singing one of the songs from home, since she didn't think she could sing any of the songs from Dinah's ipod well enough for this.

Her voice was good, clear and strong, more the gift of years of singing lessons than an excess of talent.

The chorus of flowers that joined in on the counterpoint vocals was a nice touch.

Edited 2010-05-20 17:45 (UTC)

...the flowers got a sideways look and made him wonder if he shouldn't be glad he hadn't ended up with something from Disney.

"And you're, uh, that is" he really shouldn't be as freaked out by the flower chorus as he was, "monologue?"

"I have another from Lord Shakespeare," Karla said. She took a moment to shoo away the flowers (who wanted an encore) and compose herself before beginning.

Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.
But what care I for words? Yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
It is a pretty youth; not very pretty;
But sure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.
He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offense, his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his year's he's tall.
His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well.
There was a pretty redness in his lip,
A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mixed in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.

This back and forth was easy; Karla'd done something similar a hundred times or more in the early days with George. The heart was easily wounded, sometimes it was better to convince oneself that you were wrong to love, to care. Because if you didn't, then you didn't risk getting hurt.

So haughty and dismissive it was--and yet, all the while, your true feelings snuck through, like sunlight through cracks in the wall.

There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not nor hate him not; and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him;
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said mine eyes were black and my hair black;
And, now I am rememb'red, scorned at me.
I marvel why I answered not again.
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it. Wilt thou, Silvius?

That's right. A taunting letter. I don't love him, not at all! Karla kept her body at angles, showing no softness, only contempt and uncaring. And why should she care? He was rude and mean! Though her chin was down and her shoulders drooped, suggesting, perhaps, that not every part of her was convinced of her disdain.

That was what he'd been hoping to see; it was always nice when you had a company you knew you could depend on. He nodded and pointed over to the muffins.

"Thank you for coming back, Karla. And... I'm sorry for my absence. I heard it went fantastically."

Karla turned back to look at him, having already started heading for the muffins. "I'm glad you're back," she said softly. "Sometimes, you...just need to go. I get it." She smiled. "Did you see Tony's recording? He left one for you."

He blinked and shook his head.

"I don't... a recording? I'll have to check for that."

Robin, of course, was there. "Hi sir!"

He'd seen this coming a mile away.

"Robin! Hello. I'm... assuming you're here about a part?"

"Yes sir. I have a couple of songs I could try as well as a monologue."

"Well, let's see the monologu first. I know you can sing," he said with a little smile.

In general, Muppets were better suited for comedy than drama. But they could, on occasion, be very serious. Particularly when there were no other Muppets around.

Robin knew that this musical was based on the play he'd chosen the monologue from, but that was not actually why he chose it. He chose it because he felt it would show the proper side of himself needed for the show.

And so, with perfect recitation, and very believable sincerity and vulnerability, Robin began;

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

And that was why Geoffrey clapped heartily and couldn't help the smile. Robin had a lot of heart, after all.

"Go get a muffin."

"A musical, really?"

That was a little surprising, Kate thought. And maybe it made her a little nervous, too. Just a bit. Not that it showed.

"Someone up there doesn't like me. And by 'up there', I mean the company I ordered the scripts from. They're in Canada," he explained helpfully.

"No trusting Canadians," she smirked. "So, this time we sing something, right?"

That got a look.

"Right. So, yes. Sing something. Or do the monologue first. Whichever one works for you."

He was hoping for the monologue. He wanted to see how she might have improved while he'd been held up.

Alice hadn't tried out for anything in... well, she couldn't remember if she ever had. Go new experiences!

"Hi," she said cheerfully.

"Hello," he offered with a slightly off-kilter smile.

"Here to try out for a part?"

"Yep." Alice nodded. "Except I wasn't sure what I'd actually need, so I don't have anything prepared. Is that a problem?"

He shook his head firmly before nodding to a pile of books.

"I've got scripts. I can give you a monologue. Do you maybe have a song? Because that, I don't have."

Including a new stage manager since Tony's not here!

Claudia was just bored enough to wander into the casting call. She would definitely not be singing, though.

"Hey, you need anyone to futz with the lights or anything?"

"Yes!" and the man she was talking to made his way over with almost alarming speed.

"Yes, indeed we do. Are you someone who's good at futzing around with the lights?"

"It's what I does." Claudia shrugged. "One of the things I do. Electronics, lights, putting stuff together. . . . Just don't make me act."

"I hadn't the first intention," he said as he stepped closer, peering at her from one angle, then another.

"Especially since we're distinctly lacking someone to supervise any crew we might get."

Claudia held very still while he looked her over, wondering why what she looked like mattered if she wasn't going on stage. "Supervise! I could totally do that." It couldn't be that hard, right? "I'd still get to do hands-on-y stuff, too, right?"

It didn't matter one bit. He didn't care what she looked like. He was checking for decently strong arms for moving things and the various physical clues that would tell him if she could handle a madman regularly.

"Definitely. There's no backseat driving around here."

"Then I can totally do that. Just, you know, let me know what you want made."

He threw off a salute.

"Will do. Just... make sure the coffee flows for the moment and we should be fine."

"Coffee. Gotcha."

She was in no way imagining making her own coffee machine. Nope, not at all. . . .

Harper grabbed a copy of the script, stuffed it in her bag to read later, and started taking inventory of the costumes. She felt a musical called for some new lighter, brighter costumes.

Of course, she was also open to suggestions.

He saw the look on her face.

"...nothing too insane, Harper, please?"

"Nothing insane at all! I promise," said Harper, though she was crossing her fingers behind her back.

"I'm standing to the side, Harper, I can see that."

"Oh," said Harper. "It's just that it's summer and we're doing a musical. I think that calls for a splash of color on stage."

"A splash," he agreed, "but not a flood, if you please."

Chloe was here, going through the script and looking around for the stage manager so that she could volunteer.

"Just us chickens this time around, I'm afraid," he said quietly, noticing her search.

If you have a role you like, lemme know. Wiki's linked.

Also!

I think the meta title for R+J is Star-Crossed, and (if it comes up) you can use meta names of Roman Montecchi and Julia Capuletti for the main characters and their houses. - straight from Romeo-mun

What she said :-).

I can't imagine this coming up, but if anybody would a)notice the similarity of the musical's plot to Romeo's life story (which I think about five people left on the island know, but anyhow) and b)decide Romeo had to hear about it, I don't have an issue with that -- he'd just call it a weird coincidence and try not to think about it too much :-).

I'm volunteering Claudia for stage managerial duties. She has absolutely zero experience in theater, but she can sure as hell build stuff, and has the skills to look up wtf she would be doing. . . .

And, you know, this has nothing to do with the fact that I've had to turn down stage managing several shows since I started working an evening shift.

Alternately, she can just help build stuff. Should someone faaaaaaar more qualified be up for the job. ;D

Edited 2010-05-20 17:38 (UTC)

Stage managers make me happy! YAY! She's hired OOC. It'll happen IC hopefully *G*

Hurray!

Stage managers, ftw!

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