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The Boards, Sunday Evening - Rehearsals

Jono was looking maybe the tiniest bit overwhelmed as he stepped up onto the stage for today's rehearsal.

"Friday is show night," he said, glancing around at his cast. "Don't ask me how th'hell Friday is already show night. I didn't see it coming, either. What that means is that today we're going to run through the final act of the show and finish the blocking, and Wednesday is going to be dress rehearsal."

Don't ask Jono what he thought of the fact that their first full run through the show was also going to be their first and only dress. He'd probably cry a little and lament things like his complete inability to embrace 'time management.'

"When you're not onstage tonight, I want you all running your lines. That includes you, Monsieur Trave-- Tr... Frenchman. No bullying little girls because they offered to help you, this week. Got that?"

Certain members of this cast were going to drive Jono insane.

[Open! Script is here, cast list is here!]

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Tea. Tea and lemon water and pastries.

It's slightly minimalist this rehearsal. Jono's trying to wean you from wine and sandwiches before dress. You need those vocal cords and that sobriety, damn it.

Natalie wouldn't mourn the sandwiches or the wine. She had enough things on her mind.

Lemon water it was.

Karina showed up, just like she'd sworn she would, which had to count for something, right?

Never mind the fact that it was the end of break and she wanted to do zero work. She was here.

With words and things.

To run through act three!

Karla hadn't even shrugged out of her Glacia clothing; just hopped onstage wrapped in winter gear and took her position.

To run through everything else, here.

Where it's entirely possible Jono has given up on trying to keep Kenzi from turning the set into a glittery disco space bordello because wtf show night is Friday.

Don't mind the muffled swear words coming from Billy's direction backstage. Everything was totally under control and no one was freaking out about how little time was left, really.

He's up to his eyeballs in scripts and director's notes and strategic maps of a Territory that doesn't even exist on Earth and it's possible that his slightly more militaristic posture today is the result of one bleeding into the other.

He's got a couple of hard-light duplicates running around in his office getting tickets in order, and a couple more up in the catwalks adjusting the lights.

Jono himself, meanwhile, is clutching to a cup of coffee like a lifeline and looking... approachable. Ish.

"You remember you can always ask for help with everything, don't you?"

Natalie had seen the duplicates (and remembered the evening of the last show, and how much rushing about he'd done), so she was Just Saying.

"... Yes?"

No, the thought hadn't so much as crossed his mind. Jono gave Natalie a sort of short-lived deer-in-headlights look, and then attempted something vaguely reminiscent of a sheepish smile. If sheepish smiles came with a slight tic at the corner of one's mouth.

"Christ, I haven't even run a proper sound check yet. Week of the show, we don't get a tech rehearsal, and I haven't run a bloody sound check."

"You're an idiot." She meant that with affection. Also, yes, she was well aware the thought hadn't crossed his mind before this moment. "Also it's already been proven I'm great help for a sound check. And I'll be around all week."

Because seriously, she needed her distractions right now.

"And I'll be around... at least some of the week."

Because the week of the show was also an excellent time to spend on an extended romp through Kaeleer, coming up with war strategies. Jono had spread himself far too thin, and now it was finally starting to catch up to him.

"I don't suppose you'd mind showing up early on Wednesday, perhaps? Or staying a little late today? We can run a sound check then, and hope the gremlins don't decide that this is a good week to start chewing on the wires."

"I can do either, or both." Seriously. She'd probably be showing up to play the piano even while he was gone. "Is there anything else that needs doing?"

"Tickets are printed," Jono replied, "so that's dealt with."

So long as his hard-light duplicates didn't cause a horrible paper jam in his office or something.

"I was going to just sell them at the door on Friday night, but if you wouldn't mind taking a few around and seeing if you can sell them through the week, that would be much appreciated. I'll... get Kenzi on costumes, or Billy. I don't want to bog any one person down."

"Just as long as you're not doing it all yourself," Natalie said. Since he did have a crew and all. "Sure, I can try and see about selling some tickets. I can think of at least two people who are much more likely to show up if I confront them with tickets in person."

"That would be fantastic," Jono replied, his smile this time a little more genuine and a little less strained than his first attempt. "I'll probably be in to run damage control on whatever it is that Kenzi's done to the set on Friday, and... Aside from getting everyone onstage and through this thing, I think it's mostly handled, otherwise."

A beat.

"... I didn't advertise."

So help him he was going to just...

"I'll shove posters at somebody. I'll make somebody make posters and then have them shove those at somebody to hang up. Or I'll just say something about it on the radio. It'll be dealt with."

Natalie was giving you a Look, Jonothon, just so you know.

"I might set up a table or something in the dorm lobby at some point next week."

"I should be paying you for this, at this rate," Jonothon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying not to wince. "I've got way too bloody much on my plate, these days. I'm actually not entirely certain how that happened."

Well, Jono, it all started with some tight leather and weird genes...

"My guess would be Stan Lee, somehow." Sigh, Marvel. "I don't mind helping. You know how low maintenance the school work is, and even though I get my bow on Monday I don't think I'll be practising with that all the time, either."

That was probably actually a fairly good guess. Even if Jono had no idea what that was even supposed to mean.

"Well... If it isn't too much trouble, then... Thank you, I appreciate it so much, Natalie. And I'll try to keep more on the ball come autumn. I can at least pretend I know what I'm doing when it comes to musicals."

Not that he actually had the fall production picked out or anything. He was going to... maybe have to start looking into that soon, too.

"I don't think I'll be here to watch you then," Natalie replied with a lopsided, wry smile. It was pretty faint. "By fall, I'll most likely either be at McGill or the University of Toronto."

"...Christ, are all of you graduating this year?" Way to make Jono feel old, Natalie. "You, Karla, Kenzi, Juliet... This place is going to be pretty bloody empty without th'lot of you, you know."

Seriously, after this summer was through, it was possible that Jono would just go into some sort of weird state of theatre manager mourning.

"If you do manage to make time for a visit around show night for... whatever we put on, I'll promo off a ticket for you, though."

"I'll do my best to drop by." No promises about what she'd be like once she did, though. Time was going to get... weird, once she left. "Seems to be the thing to do for people who've graduated and gone away."

Sam.

"Some don't manage to stay gone," Jono replied, with a wry sort of smile. "But if you don't come back to visit... that's life. Keep in touch if you can?"

He sucked at doing that, himself, so he'd understand even then if someone fell out of touch. After all, his own world had thrown him through five years of his life within the span of a few months on Fandom, once. These things... they happened.

Natalie was just going to show up every month and a half to play gigs, always a year or two older, and with a different band.

It was going to get interesting.

"That's the plan," she said. "But it's a while away still. I don't even know if I'm leaving before the summer's over."

"And I haven't figured out if I'm going to be here for the summer," Jono sighed as he gave the maps of Glacia a brief glance. "I suppose we'll take it as it comes and go from there."

Just like everything else he did, really. If Fandom didn't teach anything else, at least it taught flexibility.

"That seems to be the way things go," Natalie agreed, shrugging. "And there's two more months before graduation, too."

At least she knew she'd stay that long.

"Right. Another half a semester left in order to figure everything out."

It seemed less close when he said 'half a semester' than it did to think about it as two months. A semester lasted ages. A couple of months was over in the blink of an eye.

Semantics.

"The doors will stay open here, in the meantime. That much really goes without saying."

"Thank you," Natalie said, nodding. "I expect to be taking advantage of that a lot just this coming week. Just feel like playing."

She was almost a liar, making it sound like it was 'just because'. She knew perfectly well why she felt like that.

"Well, as I said, I won't be around for much of this week," Jono mused. "And I can't account for what Lizzie does with the building while I'm out."

He tilted his head thoughtfully, and then fished through his pocket, pulling out his keys and holding his spare to the building out to her.

"If the door is locked, this'll get you in, luv. I'll let Lizzie know before I take off again not to panic if she hears piano music while nobody else is around."

Natalie actually smiled at that, if only a little. She reached out and took the key.

"I'll try not to give off the impression of being a ghost," she said. "Thank you."

Next time I have Jono direct a play at the Boards, remind me to budget enough weeks to get us through at least all of the acts and a dress rehearsal or two before show night?

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