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Post by Sarah on Sept 16, 2008 9:50:30 GMT -5
"You'd think there'd be something." She agreed, raising an eyebrow at the confrontation between the managers and...and...
An Orson Welles clone?
Shit, don't stare...
Just when she thought she'd gotten used to this place...another curveball.
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Post by Julian on Sept 16, 2008 11:06:50 GMT -5
"I hate him," Erik muttered. He'd considered replacing the tenor, usurping his position somehow, but he did not yet wish to engage in open combat with Destler, whose measure he had yet to take. "Erik is exceedingly sorry you will have to play opposite the buffoon." *A faint smile curved Julian's lips.* "But it is easier to outshine him when I stand next to him in stark comparison." *He answered simply, if quietly.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 11:30:09 GMT -5
Erik's fingers played over Julian's.
"You have no need of such paltry talents to measure your own against," he said, but he seemed brightened.
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Post by Julian on Sept 16, 2008 11:44:51 GMT -5
*Julian glanced to Erik, watching his face with a subtle smile of his own.*
"Are you telling me that you would not be pleased to see El Castro's name less frequently featured in the glowing reviews of your new production." *He quirked an interested brow.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 11:55:48 GMT -5
"Erik cannot imagine why anyone writes about him at all," he said with asperity. "But you will soon eclipse him, my boy."
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Post by Julian on Sept 16, 2008 13:18:10 GMT -5
"I will do all in my power." *Julian's smile broadened, his hand squeezing Erik's in understanding as he glanced back down to the auditions, wondering who else Erik fancied for each part.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 16, 2008 13:30:34 GMT -5
Alex knew she had little chance at Siebel.
It was a soprano part, after all, and while Maestro Pavarotti had helped her expand her upper range, she was most likely a contralto after all. Not that she generally yearned for sweet soubrette roles, but she wanted a part and she wanted something not in the chorus and without the novelty of being a man who could sing something up to a mezzo, Alex felt a little out of place.
But she gave it her best shot, attempting to show off her upper range but not having picked anything so ambitious as to trip her up. Anyone listening with any knowledge, however, would have realized that while she was quite strong in her singing, she had chosen her piece well and was not going to play a soprano.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 16, 2008 16:41:12 GMT -5
The mere fact that Carlos Castro was there had dragged him down from the comfort of his dirt pile in his bedroom to even audition. Maleo's own pride had dragged him from his room, and with his own opera currently an ever-growing pile of ashes, he had no choice but to bide his time and let Castro know he was still there, as a bit of competition, even if they were not the same range. Pacing in the back wings, Maleo waited his turn. The only soprano in the opera seemed it could go to a more popular woman, but he had to remind everyone, including the primo ouno, that he was still alive. When he finally gave it a try, Maleo attempted something rather traditional, slower than he normally sang, but suited to his range.When he was done, he bowed elegantly, despite the ever-burning itch in his back from the stitches, and thanked his contemporaries and the owners of the opera for the chance to audition - hoping his unnecessary politeness might stick in Castro's side.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 16, 2008 16:49:44 GMT -5
Carlos scowled, naturally taking Maleo's politeness as brown-nosing, and a sign that the man was not so secure in his position that he could dispense with it.
Who needed a bloody castrato these days, anyway?
Still, privately he had to admire the man's tenacity. He had little doubt the display was for his benefit--so to speak--and that he had not forgotten their little conversation.
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Post by Erik on Sept 16, 2008 16:55:12 GMT -5
Erik leaned forward slightly, eager to hear the mysterious man he'd met in the cellars under more optimal conditions--not that the Garnier's auditorium really qualified as such--and even more interested to see the silent exchange between him and Castro. Well, well. A rivalry, and one completely unfounded by the men's respective positions.
It was then that Erik decided that he would help Maleo even the playing field. He had a specialty, certainly, but Erik saw no reason the man could not extend his range to that of most tenors. It would, at the very least, provide some entertainment.
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Post by Julian on Sept 16, 2008 17:00:44 GMT -5
*The man had skill, Julian conceded, but his eyes were drawn now to Erik, wondering if his mother was taking an interest in the young man's...less vocal qualities as well. He watched for any signs that the soprano might be replacing Christian.*
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 16, 2008 17:29:25 GMT -5
As he slipped off the stage, Maleo purposely looked out and found Castro's face among those seated, giving him a little smirk and a small nod of his head, challenging him to have another little hissy fit. Everyone could hear you bleating, little goat, he thought, mildly wondering if El Castro's blood would taste of wine or piss.
He believe that if he asked the tenor, the man would be quick to answer "wine."
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Miss Kitty
- Masterful Virgin -
No, really, I just dance.
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Post by Miss Kitty on Sept 16, 2008 18:03:33 GMT -5
Tentatively, Kitty peered around the corner, noting everyone and smiling. It was the right place. Of course, she completely failed to notice the tension in the room.
"Um, hullo," she said, to nobody in particular, coming onto the stage. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I'm not too late to audition, am I...?" Of course she didn't expect to get a part her very first time, but it was worth a try.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 16, 2008 18:23:58 GMT -5
((Actually, he'd probably be quicker to answer, "WTF are you on?")) Perhaps it was the fact that he'd grown used to following Erik's orders, and in his absence, Carlos needed to assert himself all the more. What was more likely was that this was just how he was. With a spring in his step that may have been new but may have been just his natural reaction to adversity, Carlos strode gracefully to the piano. "' Vesti La Giubba'," he murmured to Reyer, and, sweeping a hand through his hair (that, rather than smoothing it back, merely resulted in his dislodging his curls) and fixing Maleo with his own smirk, he took the stage. He sang Canio as he never had before, with a depth of feeling drawn not from his own experience with infidelity but his inability to express his love to his current lover--and the need, literally, for the show to go on. And curiously, in doing so... everything else faded away, including Maleo. Until he finished, of course. ((YouTube's not cooperating, so I'm just including any version of the song, if you're curious. Carlos' version is turned up to 11!!))
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 16, 2008 18:31:21 GMT -5
Pavi stood off to the side, huffing and bitching about having to wait his turn. Every few minutes, he would glance at himself again to make sure this new mask was still supple and pulled taut by the implanted hooks in his face... and then he would keep looking, very pleased by what he saw in the mirror.
He tossed his hair and sighed loudly, hoping to attract some attention. If there was one thing Pavi disliked (with the exception of his siblings), it was being expected to wait.
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