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The Boards, Saturday, Summer Showcase Auditions

Jono had coffee, today.

Jono had a lot of coffee today. After yesterday's radio broadcast, he'd been called back to New York for a training exercise with the New Warriors that had stretched long into the evening, and had ended somewhere around the point where he'd nearly shattered the eardrums of his teammates with an ill-aimed scream.

The rest of the night had been spent being lectured by Jubilee, and he'd just tripped into the Boards now, after a stop by the Perk, taking enough time out front to set out the sign before flopping into a seat and waiting for people to arrive to audition.

LAST-CALL AUDITIONS!
Fandom Island Summer Showcase!

Have a song, an amusing anecdote about life on the island?
Will you be around to greet the new arrivals at the end of June?
Remember how much you wished somebody had made an informational presentation for you when you were new?
Come audition for our showcase and help traumatize a new wave of residents to the island!

Rehearsals will be Wednesdays and Saturdays
Performance on Sunday, July 1st

All are welcome!

The Boards were open, and Jono was... awake! Honest!

[Open Auditions for students and townies alike!]

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There's water. It has lemons beside it. Jono cannot guarantee the quality of the lemons. Yes, it is do-it-yourself lemon water day.

Or you can grab a stale muffin.

Look, it's been a day.

If Jono's eyes are closed while you audition, it's either because he's just letting himself get lost in the power of your performance, or because you didn't pay the very important coffee tribute beforehand.

Mostly? Natalie just needed an excuse to go back to the dorms and play either her keyboard or the piano downstairs while they were still doing the camping thing. Just vaguely wanting to see her favourite director could have been part of the motivation, too.

So on the whole, she might not have been dying to take part in the showcase, per se. But still, she managed to have enough reason to show up. "Hey, Jono."

[SP is love because I need to fall over into bed about nowish, omg?]

"Natalie," Jono replied, grinning a little bit. He'd been pleased enough that she'd decided to stick around for the last show. That she was coming back for this one?

Well, that was something of a victory, here.

"Haven't quite gotten your fill of the stage yet, have you?"

[Slowplay is love! I'll be around all weekend if need be!]

"Mm, something like that," Natalie replied in that trademark mild tone that suggested the opposite. (He was more right than it looked of course, but that, as they say, was spoilers.) "Seems like a thing to do."

"For a couple of weeks, at least," Jonothon confirmed. "Lord knows I'm doing this for the same reason."

That, and this was kind of how he made his living around here. But pah, details.

"So, are you going to be singing, today? Acting something out? Tap-dancing in a sequinned corset?"

She'd done it so well the last time!

Natalie made just a slight face. The more time passed, the less she could see how she'd actually done that. It was... so not her thing.

"Just a song on the piano, this time," she said.

Jono's reply to that slight face was just an answering smirk. Because he would be a smug bastard if he wanted to, thanks.

Though he did momentarily wonder if he should point out that the last person who had used the piano was currently a finch.

He decided against it.

"That's fine too," he mused. "Piano's right over there, take time to warm up if you need it, luv."

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"So I suppose this is where you'd like to hear something, then?" Ronan asked, grinning.

He was either going to be absolutely horrible or incredibly awesome, with that attitude. You might fear, Jono, for the lack of middle ground.

Whatever he was, he was not Hank.

"This is, indeed, where I would like to hear something," Jono agreed, raising his coffee cup in a tired little salute. "And you have something in mind, I hope?"

If Jono had to hunt down audition material for you, Ronan, he would not be kind!

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"Now," Ronan started, and it may have been him starting to say something else entirely -- but then something clicked. Something in the way he was standing, perhaps, or the set of his shoulders.

"Now, he repeated, "is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; and all the clouds that lour'd upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, our bruised arms hung up for monuments, our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; and now, instead of mounting barded steeds to fright the souls of fearful adversaries, he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute."

There was a quiet joy as he spoke, voice carrying despite its lightness; it didn't suit the tone of the play -- Gloucester's opening monologue spoke more to his jealousy and ambition than any happiness -- but it suited where Ronan went next, diverting from the original speech.

"And so, too," he continued, smile widening as his voice grew louder, "find we happy accidents: a serendipity of circumstance where brother, sister, father, mother all come now together in this fated land. A chance to grow: but what of those who come without foreknowledge? Ah, but they can learn of all the varied worlds joinèd here! This brother, he's a witch, with healing hands; this sister? Mother younger than her child! From all 'cross time we come, and come to home: this island that ne'er lets a day go by without reminder of its fractious will. There's gremlins, dragons, pudding, songs and fears. The lady Aphrodite's perfume wafts across the water.

"Listen, those who come to Fandom's hallowed halls: the time is now! Strike while the iron's hot, and leap from lion's mouth into the chasm's maw. There find you knowledge, wisdom, love and lust; find dreams and nightmares, shadows, darkness, light. Give and you will receive; but this you must:

"Be wary of the horny gremlin's bite."

It's not the best original work ever: too much trying to mimic Shakespeare without paying attention to what makes Shakespeare actually great. But Ronan's delivery is passionate, clear, and articulate, with an underlying sincerity. He may be purpling up his descriptions, but Fandom is his home, now.

And you really should beware gremlin bites.

Jono, for a moment, had found himself wondering if perhaps this was some passage of Shakespeare that he'd never actually been made familiar with.

It was a very brief moment, and then he realized what was going on up there on the stage. And then his face screwed up just slightly. And then he was biting the inside of his cheek. He was tired. Tired enough to be punch-drunk, really. And there was a rising urge somewhere in him, trying to make him just flat-out giggle.

"Trust me, if I ever run into a horny gremlin, I'll take off very quickly in the opposite direction," he shared. And then grinned outright. "That was brilliant, mate. Is that what you're planning on performing for the showcase itself?"

"I can, yeah," Ronan said, grinning back. "I hadn't thought about that too much -- didn't want to plan, necessarily, until you heard it. It works, then?"

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OF COURSE Minako had heard about this, and she was peeking her head in, red ribbon bobbing in her wake. She'd had to ditch Artemis, since he wouldn't approve of this for a Guardian of Justice, but it was a chance to be an idol!

"Uh...is it too late to audition?" she asked, spotting the older guy. Who was... bluish?

What WAS it with this school and yoma everywhere?

Hey, now. It was a perfectly lovely shade of... bluish.

"Not at all," Jono replied, peering up at the newcomer over the rim of his coffee cup. "Really, I'd take a walk-in off the street on the day of the show, just so long as they had their act ready to go."

Jono was terribly choosy when he was tired, couldn't you tell?

"Have you got anything in mind, Miss...?"

"Minako Aino!" she chirped, placing her hands on her legs and bowing slightly. "I have a song, but do you have something to play the music CD in? Or someone who can sight-read for piano?"

Of course she had the sheet music! An idol was always prepared!

Jono hesitated for a moment, glancing at the tiny white finch that was perched on the back of a chair nearby.

...

"We have a stereo system that's more than capable of handling a CD," he settled on, since his current piano player was about the same size as the piano keys at the moment.

"Great!" Because really, the CD music was much better than acoustic.

Minako held out the CD expectantly, with a bright smile. "Where would you like me to stand?"

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He'll stay awake for you. And you. And maybe you.

But if he falls asleep on you, it's nothing personal.

Would he fall asleep if someone brought him a caramel mocha? He wouldn't do that, would he?

"So, how spectacular a spectacular are we talking?" Kenzi asked.

Kenzi, you were Jono's hero. And the little smile that he offered as he made (totally dignified) grabby hands for that mocha probably said about as much.

"About as spectacular as we can manage with two weeks of rehearsals, while one of our cast members is stuck as a finch," he reported. "Would the same pay rate as last time work for you?"

She showed up with caffeine. This meant that it was safe to assume that she was showing up for her old job back, right?

"I might be persuaded," Kenzi admitted, handing over the life-giving caffeine with a grin. "If only to see the looks on the audience's faces. This sounds like it could be the most awesomely traumatizing thing ever." She cocked her head. "Do you think we could talk squirrels into doing a musical number?"

"... We might have to," Jono replied, blinking. Because that was easily one of the more brilliant ideas he'd heard pertaining to this show since... since he'd pulled the idea for this show out of his arse a week ago to the day, really. "They'll do just about anything for rum, after all."

Jonothon was making the mental note now. Squirrels. Rum. Musical number.

He'd ask if he could borrow the zombies from Caritas as well, but he had no interest at all in collecting body parts from the stage after the show.

Yeah, and out of their natural habitat, they got more paranoid. Not to mention smelly.

"No one ever believes about the squirrels at first. Until they're staring at one with a notebook and a pencil. Ooo! They could do something from ~~meta for~~ Newsies!"

Picture it. Just. Picture it.

Arrive! Mingle!

Audition!

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OOC!