Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 16, 2008 23:48:45 GMT -5
He was getting ever more frustrated by the men ignoring him, and just as it seemed that he was going to have to resort to more violent measures, Pavi was distracted by two of the older ballet rats walking by. He licked his hand, used it to smooth back his hair, and went over to romance them for a few minutes before returning to his place in line.
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2008 6:57:08 GMT -5
After El Castro sang, Erik sat back in his chair, not having realized he was on the edge of it. He'd been good. When had this happened? Oh, he was no Christian, of course. Hardly. But there had been something undeniable about the man's presence, something disturbingly raw in his inflection that Erik had not noticed before. He could not remember the last time the man had acted and yet, Erik believed him. Damn the man. He was still a baby-faced, petulant, horrid little brat and Erik hated him. Possibly even more, now. "What a commonplace little talent," he muttered, in case anyone was in doubt. He didn't much care about the sopranos. They weren't Christine, though none of them made him plug up his ears. He was too distracted digging a hole through doodle!Castro's middle. *Julian nodded silently to the mumblings that came from Erik. He was taking notes of his own, picking those that he would cast, given the choice. But it was still Erik's opera, and he was in no great hurry to see that change. But then beneath them, a person caught his eye. Someone...unusual. He caught Erik by the arm to grab his attention.* "Mother..." *He breathed, his eyes focused on the individual.* "Who is that?" *He nodded in the direction of the performer that seemed to have a mask of skin stretched across his face. It was strange, for a human, and he had never seen another like it.*
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William Aubrey
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People who ask for your criticism want only praise. ~ W. Somerset Maugham
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Post by William Aubrey on Sept 17, 2008 7:04:10 GMT -5
*William missed the odd looking fellow as he had had his nose buried in his notebook, the voices he'd been hearing quite inspirational. He was careful to note name, range and quality on each performer, sifting through potentials as he expected them to be cast.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2008 9:04:34 GMT -5
Erik looked in the direction Julian indicated, and frowned.
"I do not know," he said. "I have never seen him before." Offended by the man's obvious public ease with his hideousness, his eyes narrowed. "Just who does he think he's fooling?" His expression darkened further. "And how many faceless tenors does this Opera need?" he added in a burst of meta.
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2008 11:13:43 GMT -5
*Julian squeezed his mother hand supportively.*
"I don't know what he's expecting."
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 17, 2008 11:21:08 GMT -5
The ballet girls were still watching him and giggling slightly. Pavi glanced up from his reflection and blew a kiss in their direction, and they both nearly swooned in defiance of logic. He smirked in satisfaction and turned back to his mirror. At least the ladies at this opera house were the same, even if they wore far too many clothes.
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Post by Christine on Sept 17, 2008 14:18:56 GMT -5
*Christine was a bit thrown by the strange Italian, but her turn eventualy came, and she concentrated on nothing but her singing* ((*Is an opera n00b* Also, I imagine her voice to be lighter, but I couldn't find a singer who matched my mental image.))
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Post by Ophelia Cartwright on Sept 17, 2008 14:30:23 GMT -5
*Ophelia eyed Christine from the back of the auditorium, automatically knowing that this was her only competition so far for Marguerite.*
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2008 14:39:57 GMT -5
Erik sat forward again as Christine sang, and though no one was operating lights and the auditorium was evenly lit, stage and audience, it nevertheless seemed to Erik that a spotlight lit her, narrowing his field of vision to only her.
She had not been practicing. She was brilliant, of course, and she remembered what he'd taught her. But it was clear she was not working for it, and her voice had suffered without his constant vigilance. He would have to speak with her about this--even if she could not be his, there was no reason to hide her true talent from the world. He'd always preached against the distraction of the outside world, and he felt vindicated in that.
Even so, he would be most displeased if she did not play Marguerite. Or so he thought, until he recalled that Castro would most likely get his grubby paws on her, and thus was thrown into a state of quandary.
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Post by Julian on Sept 17, 2008 15:24:15 GMT -5
*Julian frowned. Not because of Christine's voice, for in truth it was lovely, but the way that Erik looked at her, even after all that had passed between them. He could not help but be a bit wary.*
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 17, 2008 17:14:59 GMT -5
By now the two ballet skanks had come over to him of their own volition and were hanging off his arms. Pavi only rolled his eyes at Christine's performance.
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2008 17:24:16 GMT -5
Erik was distracted from Christine by his affront at Pavi's ridiculousness.
"I'm going to kill him," Erik prophesied. "Can they not see his face is tacked on?"
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 17, 2008 17:28:32 GMT -5
One of the girls leaned over to whisper something in his ear, and after a moment, Pavi spanked her behind through her skirt in response.
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Post by Erik on Sept 17, 2008 17:53:57 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Erik said absently to Julian, and disappeared into his column.
Moments later, one of the wing curtains came down squarely over Pavi in a manner Erik found quite hilarious.
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Sept 17, 2008 18:02:40 GMT -5
The girls screamed in alarm and started trying to pull the curtain away. Pavi sprang up from underneath it, hair in disarray, his mouth sputtering angrily from behind the motionless mask.
"WHO DID-A THAT!?" he shouted.
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