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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 21:57:52 GMT -5
***POSTING AS GIRY***
"The Opera Garnier Populaire, monsieur. And you are?"
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 21:59:57 GMT -5
He cocked an eyebrow but answered anyway. "My name is Andrew Lloyd Webber. Perhaps you've heard of me? I'm quite well known for my music."
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:03:02 GMT -5
***POSTING AS GIRY*** "I'm afraid the name escapes me at present, Monsieur. I am Lady Blakeney, formerly Madame Giry. Perhaps I can be of assistance to you. You are looking for work? I'm not certain if our orchestra is hiring at the moment--but we might be in need of someone to play the cowbell, if M. Reyer is feeling charitable."
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 22:04:59 GMT -5
"Formerly Madame Giry, you say? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. And I don't need a job. I'm quite wealthy, and am already working hard on a sequel to one of my more successful musicals."
((So, how long do you think Andy's going to last on here?))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:06:23 GMT -5
***P.A. GIRY***
"...We have a patron, Monsieur." *Giry quirked an eyebrow.* "What can you possibly hope to do here, professionally?"
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 22:08:21 GMT -5
"Well...I'm not sure. All I can really do is compose. And even then, I often suck."
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:12:22 GMT -5
***GIRY***
*Madame Giry looked at him doubtfully and twirled her cane in her hands.* "Can you dance?"
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 22:15:15 GMT -5
"Somewhat, yes," he said, and began dancing very badly to prove a point (although really it looked like someone had just dropped ice down his shirt).
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:18:31 GMT -5
***GIRY***
"Oh for the love of God, stop," *she said sharply. When he didn't, she whacked him soundly across the kneecaps with her cane.* "WILL YOU DESIST?"
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 22:20:22 GMT -5
Andrew rubbed his stricken kneecaps. "Ouch! For the love of God, woman, I am very delicate!"
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:21:25 GMT -5
***GIRY***
"I can imagine," *she said dryly.* "Monsieur, I suggest you perhaps attend some operatic productions so you know what we look for in the compositions we present. For example, NOT over-written pop ballads."
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 22:24:38 GMT -5
"Why would I write an overwritten pop ballad? I have actually had experience in writing opera."
((*snort*))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:38:59 GMT -5
***GIRY***
"Not from what I've heard. A dancer--singing! The idea."
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Post by Lord Andrew Lloyd-Webber on Mar 11, 2007 22:40:21 GMT -5
"What are you talking about? I'll have you know that there is a fine woman named Sarah Brightman who can both dance and sing! Often at the same time!"
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 11, 2007 22:49:51 GMT -5
***GIRY***
"Dividing the attention halves the achievement in both, monsieur," *stated Giry reasonably.*
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