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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 30, 2008 12:53:42 GMT -5
Ah, here is Valentin, Looking for us, no doubt!
Maleo had not expected the boy to do so well, but having another voice in the show to unnerve the main tenor was still better than nothing. And, for now, he could count Xavier as an unwitting ally, even though the game had presented itself as being between him and Carlos; However, there was another man in the Opera who had seemed to do a good job of unhinging the tenor - perhaps a conspiracy?
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Post by Xavier on Sept 30, 2008 12:56:16 GMT -5
One last cup, gentlemen, And lets set out on our way!
*Of course he had absolutely no intention of getting involved in Opera house politics. He'd have preferred lead tenor, as would have anyone who was originally trained in that part, and Carlos's apparent lack of gratitude for receiving it irked him. God, were he in the ridiculous man's place...*
*But he wasn't. And he refused to dwell on it.*
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Post by Mortimer on Sept 30, 2008 12:57:12 GMT -5
Halfway through the principal cast's rehearsal, a rather small, youngish man appeared at the rear of the auditorium and made his way down the center isle a few rows before ducking into a seat in the dim back of the theater.
He had a goodly mane of black hair that grew swept back a touch wild and his clothing was poorly mis-matched--a black tailed coat much too large buttoned over a bare chest and a pair of brown corduroy trousers too tight for muscular legs--but his eyes shone wide and intelligent, intently joyous on the "performance" of the stage even though the youth's mouth held a downward curve.
He sat with bare feet planted on the chair, knees drawn up to his chest, and curled elegant hands missing their little fingers over his shins. Were it not for the spirals and curls of rich ink obscuring his features, he might have looked a darker relative of the men singing the role of the devil on the stage.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 30, 2008 13:06:35 GMT -5
Maleo approached the youth as per what he guessed at his blocking - he knew the details would be hammered out later in the rehearsals to follow, but he improvised for now.
What is wrong then? What regrets sadden our farewells?
Maleo had thought he had seen something move out of the corner of his eye, but only turned slightly in the direction of the small movement. The lights on him as they were, he could not see beyond the very edge of the stage, and so dismissed the "sighting" as his eyes becoming too sensitive toward light.
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Post by Xavier on Sept 30, 2008 13:10:27 GMT -5
Like you, for a long time,I will leave these parts! I leave Marguerite here, and to look after her, My mother is no longer here!
*Unfortunately none of the blocking had been worked out for now, but this rehearsal was, he supposed, as all first rehearsals were, just a sing-through. All of them were expected to have this piece in their repertoire, and though he'd rushed to get Valentin down, it was a standard show and most singers had a good grasp on it.*
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Post by Julian on Sept 30, 2008 13:10:33 GMT -5
*Julian's eyes were keen though, as he was not distracted by song. He caught sight of the man, but...there was something off. Not just the clothing. Something about him...the mannerisms... The slightest bit of confusion read on his face.*
Izame?
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 30, 2008 13:13:18 GMT -5
Maleo stood still (though it seemed he was having a hard time of it) until the music would be brought back to his role. It irked him still, to have a smaller part, but he would be patient in waiting for Siebel and Valentin to complete their exchange.
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Post by Mortimer on Sept 30, 2008 13:20:53 GMT -5
When Julian's eye took to him, the young man sat up and grinned broadly, showing--though no one could really see from that far back--large, bright triangular teeth.
...so there were just some things he couldn't change, or hadn't paid attention to as important.
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Post by Julian on Sept 30, 2008 13:44:46 GMT -5
*Julian didn't understand how such things had happened, but there was no denying that it was the sharkman. He nodded slightly to him before shifting his gaze back to Gabriel.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 30, 2008 14:15:19 GMT -5
Alex felt somewhat outclassed.
(One who is) more than a loyal friend Will know how to reæplace you in this matter!
But she knew something about desiring women, and she had been working, and this was only the first rehearsal. She would need to work on the top notes.
((Micaela: Not all of us speak French. And you're welcome to find another translation--I just picked the first literal one I could find.
I also didn't mean to say would should go through the whole thing, unless we really want. Everyone should feel free, I think, to be as specific or gloss over as much as they choose.))
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Post by Erik on Sept 30, 2008 14:17:21 GMT -5
Erik, paying close attention to all exchanges on stage, followed Julian's gaze.
He, too, saw Izame, though he had been warned that the shark man would try this. And he looked surprisingly well, for the little time it had taken him. He rose from his chair, wishing to go to him--and stopped. He would have to wait.
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Post by Mortimer on Sept 30, 2008 14:23:29 GMT -5
The creature had no idea where Erik usually sat in the theater, or whether he was present at all. All his attention was simply focused on the music, and when he got a bit bored, something else caught his attention and he rose up and padded back out of the auditorium.
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Post by Xavier on Sept 30, 2008 16:48:21 GMT -5
((Kris: it's just the translation itself; I didn't mean to sound bratty, only that a literal translation from any language tends to be hackneyed. I'd be saying the same if it were originally Italian or German or any other language; it's just the opera-OCD in me.))
*He hadn't met his Siebel yet, but she appeared to be quite a capable singer, and not as showy as the great majority of them were.*
Before leaving this place, Native soil of my ancestors, To you, Lord and King of Heaven My sister I entrust. Deign from all danger always, always to protect her, This sister, so dear, deign from all danger to protect her, Deign to protect her from all danger! Delivered from a sad thought, I will go in search of glory, Glory in the midst of enemies, The first, the bravest, In the heat of the fray, I will go to do combat for my country, And if, to him, God calls me back, I will watch over you loyally, Oh, Marguerite! Before leaving this place, Native soil of my ancestors, To you, Lord and King of Heaven, I entrust my sister! Oh King of Heaven, look down (on her), Protect Marguerite, King of Heaven!
*He pleaded, drawing on his feelings for his own sisters to give his words feeling. He missed them, truly, and hoped they were all doing well, so the words weren't coming from nowhere.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Sept 30, 2008 16:55:54 GMT -5
Rehearsal continued, with Mephistopheles reading palms and Faust finally meeting Marguerite. Julian dominated the "party," and Faust's annoyance when Mephisto failed to produce the woman of his dreams was Carlos' own.
When Act I came to a close, Gabriel shut the lid to the piano and clapped his hands. He looked a little stunned, a little breathless, as if he'd been singing, too.
"Well," he said. "I think this was an excellent beginning. No notes thus far--" he glanced at Julian as he said this, though his eyes quickly slid away "--except M... Er, Mademoiselle Abercrombie, you simply must be able to reach the top notes or your part will be given to Senor Addams."
((Feel free to fill in whatever you want. I'm just trying to move, not past rehearsal, but anywhere.))
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 30, 2008 17:13:17 GMT -5
Maleo stretched himself and flexed his arms - oh, standing about was such a bore... At least now he had an idea of whom he was working with, and though Siebel seemed the bigger part than Wagner, Maleo had no intent of taking the role from Ms. Abercrombie unless it proved necessary.
Sidling up near Castro, Maleo folded his hands behind his back, his face a mask of pleasantry.
"Well, that was fun," he said, a slimy grin on his lips. "I think I shall enjoy this production - what about you, Senor Castro?"
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