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The Boards -- CASTING -- Sunday

Given the... diversity... of the auditions he had received on Wednesday, Genesis was in a fine mood as he picked idly through his scripts today. He smirked a bit, wondering at what reactions they would get upon seeing his chosen script for the play. Everything, of course, was already set up.

The people of Fandom were certainly enthusiastic, even if the majority of them had little skill to speak of. But some of them, some of them had potential.

And some of them just greatly amused him.

Which was its own value, push come to shove.

Casting for Snow White
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"Then I'll be unfamiliar," Elphaba said. "As I'm from a different world. A world of a classical children's story, I'm told."

"Many of our cast are unfamiliar with the story," he said, smiling as they left the changing rooms. "As many of them are from worlds far different as well."

Genesis paused, as if thinking of an idea for the first time.

"Would you like to see how the theatre looks from up on the stage? It's quite a different view."

"Well, I suppose it would have to be," Elphaba said. "Am I to take that as an invitation?"

"Absolutely," he said easily, leading the way. "And right out--here."

Elphaba walked out onto the stage and was... fairly unimpressed. "Well, it does give a decent view of the seats," she said.

"You're not using your imagination," he chided mildly. "Up here, is an entirely different world than down there. This world stops and starts at the edge of the stage."

"You're talking figuratively, right?" Elphaba said, thinking about that. "It's not actually magic."

"No spells are involved," he said, nodding. "Nothing but imagination and the decision that the stage is separate from the seats."

"So it's a land of its own," Elphaba said. "A world of imagined things, through paint and will. Not that different from magic, really."

"Not much different, no," Genesis said, falling silent for a moment before saying lightly: "Would you care to try imagining a world up here? No one else is here at the moment so a momentary bit of--creativity--might go unremarked upon."

Except, of course, by him.

Elphaba raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly am I supposed to imagine?"

She wasn't small-minded, just wasn't sure what he was getting at.

He held up a script.

"A small bit of a story," Genesis said, smiling.

Elphaba walked over, reaching out a hand for the script. "I will read aloud," she said. "I can't say I can act."

"Acting," he said, "is reading with your entire being. I would like you to try--this (http://www.notmyshoes.net/monologues/rachel.html), please. Take your time to look it over before you try. There is no one here to interrupt."

Elphaba glanced over it, then read it properly.

After a moment, she started reading.

"Now looking back on it all, it seems like I had learned everything I needed to know about life by the time I was sixteen," that at least she could associate with. She played it with a little half-smile. "The problem was, I somehow forgot it all. Maybe if I could explain it to someone else; capture it all this way, and keep it folded up, filed away in a corner of my mind, I could keep from having to repeat the same mistakes." She rather liked this sentiment, relished it even. She was getting more enthusiastic, more into the part.

"There was drama, there was conflict... but for the most part, I was incredibly happy. I was happy because I had my friends, and I had love." That part was a little shaky, mainly because Elphaba couldn't associate with that at all. She stumbled a bit, and her expression read more as puzzled.

"But high school ended, one day at a time. Months and years passed, and I grew more distant from each of my friends. Various people flew in and out of my life. I lost some friends to distance, some to circumstance. Mostly, they just drifted away from me, toward their own lives. A few of these people are still in my life, and I'm very lucky, because not everyone still has a friend who knew them when they were seventeen." She continued on, but her enthusiasm had waned. She held the script with both hands and had begun simply to reado off the page.

"It wasn't exactly knowledge I had back then. It was just the sort of naïve wisdom that comes from growing up with people, having their lives become entwined in yours. And then one day, you realize that, even though in some ways, you're still connected, in another way, all the strings have been cut. I still love those people, who helped me define myself, but... it isn't the same. Everything is probably just as it should be, and yet... it can never be the way it was then." Still just reading, and a total lack of enthusiasm.

She sighed.

"That was more promising at the start," she declared. "I don't like the ending."

"Do you like every story you read?" he asked, glancing around the stage. "It does not sound as if Rachel is best pleased with how life has changed in that story."

Not upset, exactly. But not best pleased.

"No, that'd be impossible," Elphaba said. "But it goes on about friendship and love and it's all too different from what I know. She might as well have talked about having grown antlers and become king of a foreign land."

"That," Genesis said, "is where imagination comes in. It's a tool, in this case, to tell a story. Even if you do not believe the character, by acting as them, it is an exercise in imagination to behave as if you do."

"Maybe with practice," Elphaba said. "But it's hard to feel the loss of something you've never had."

"Do you think you could do it?" he asked, smiling slightly. "With practice?"

"I can do just about anything, with practice," Elphaba said, confidently. "If it's possible, it can be done."

"Forgive me if I sound too forward," said the man who had already decided she was going in his play. "But would you consider practice, perhaps?"

Elphaba raised an eyebrow. "...am I auditioning?"

She was suddenly wondering how she got into this mess.

"You did," he said, looking pleased with himself. "And not the worst I've heard either."

Elphaba sighed. "Well, I suppose I could see to practice, if you require it."

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