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Post by Xavier on Dec 13, 2007 16:34:32 GMT -5
*Xavier danced into the auditorium, randomly spouting yells of delight and doing circular little happy dances.*
"I LOVE PARIS!" *He yelled, laughing and throwing his arms out as if to embrace the whole city.*
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Post by Andrew on Dec 13, 2007 16:37:53 GMT -5
*Amidst the tumult, there was a small twang, pop, and creaking of ropes as a platform suspended high above the stage began a slow, smooth descent towards the stage. Standing atop the platform was a young man, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, simple cravat, leather gloves and a long overcoat. In one hand he held his hat and a small notebook, the pencil stuck between the pages. His other hand held steady one of the ropes as he lowered himself to the ground, stepping off lightly just as it reached the stage. He regarded Xavier curiously, with a small smile and soft chuckle.*
"...are you alright?"
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Post by Xavier on Dec 13, 2007 16:39:11 GMT -5
"I, monsieur, am fabulous fantastic!" *He said, a ridiculous grin on his face.*
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Post by Andrew on Dec 13, 2007 16:51:18 GMT -5
"Right..." *Andrew laughed uncertainly, then paused.* "...are you sure?"
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Post by Xavier on Dec 13, 2007 20:55:32 GMT -5
*He grinned.*
"I just signed a yearlong contract with the Opera. I'm the new lead tenor. I couldn't be more fantastic!" *He spread his arms and spun in a circle, laughing and admiring the way his skirt twirled out as he sang 'The hills are aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive...'.*
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Post by Andrew on Dec 13, 2007 21:50:12 GMT -5
*Andrew laughed and looked down at his boots for a moment before back at Xavier.*
"Are all tenors as strange as you?"
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Post by Xavier on Dec 13, 2007 21:53:00 GMT -5
"Well I don't normally act this way." *He said, in a 'duh' tone.* "I'm rather excited, is all."
*His British accent kind of made his French sound really funny. Normally his accent didn't affect his French, but when excited...*
"We all know what happens when boys get excited!" *The suethor interjected.*
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Post by Andrew on Dec 13, 2007 21:56:44 GMT -5
"I speak English as well, you know," *said Andrew, reverting to the language in question.* "Your accent is very heavy..."
((Gotta run. Drunktime.))
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Post by Xavier on Dec 13, 2007 21:59:28 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes, easily switching into the language he had been raised speaking. And the accent itself, once in English, made it obvious that he was well-bred, well-educated, and 'proper'.*
"It's only heavy when I'm excited. I've lived here for three years. You know you don't exactly do much for natural highs. But you will."
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Post by Andrew on Dec 14, 2007 9:27:17 GMT -5
((Aaaand almost 12 hours later...back to sober. Sort of.))
"I'm sorry, then," *he said with an apologetic grin.* "But at first I thought you might be in some distress."
*He shoved his hands into his pockets.*
"I've lived here all my life...but we speak English, at home, though my mother is French."
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Post by Xavier on Dec 14, 2007 10:33:56 GMT -5
"Really? I was born in England. Xavier Beecham III." *He said, extending a hand.*
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Post by Andrew on Dec 14, 2007 10:35:46 GMT -5
"Andrew Blakeney," *said Andrew, shaking the other young man's hand.*
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Post by Xavier on Dec 14, 2007 10:38:56 GMT -5
*He thought for a second, the name catching his attention.*
"Blankeney... have I heard that name before?" *He said to himself, biting his luscious, kissable lower lip and furrowing his brow.*
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Post by Andrew on Dec 14, 2007 10:40:44 GMT -5
*Andrew gave a strained chuckle.*
"Probably."
...can't escape the fame of the name...even here in France.
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Post by Xavier on Dec 14, 2007 10:44:28 GMT -5
*He frowned, attmepting to remember.*
"Blakeney... Blakeney... Parsnip... Parsley... PARLEZ... PERCY! Sir Percy Blakeney! That's it." *He said, pleased at remembering.* "Are you related to him?"
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