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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 6, 2008 14:51:39 GMT -5
Destler set out some time after the rehearsal to find Julian and speak with him, using that old familiar and strange sense of self to find him, and after some frustration he managed to locate the odd young man and materialized from the shadows nearby.
"Julian." He intoned, as if scolding and then raised a brow behind his mask at the sight of the kegs.
"Are you planning something I should be privy to?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 6, 2008 15:55:19 GMT -5
*Julian looked back at Destler without concern.*
"No, merely upkeeping. Things should be kept in order."
*His brow lowered slightly.*
"Forgive me, but your tips are not ready yet."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 6, 2008 21:08:50 GMT -5
He waived that subject away and drew himself up, folding his hands behind his back.
"What exactly do you mean by presenting yourself on stage?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 7, 2008 7:28:49 GMT -5
*Julian's eyes narrowed. He didn't understand the shift in conversation. Still, Destler was considered a friend and it was no secret that he was performing in Faust.*
"Erik felt I was capable for the part." *He answered simply.* "And one must admit, the company is terribly lacking in the lower range."
*It wasn't as if her were any competition with the man's ingenue. Or Christian. Or any other pet of either Opera Ghost.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 7, 2008 22:01:18 GMT -5
"That is true. And of course...your mother put you up to it only to fill the void of the part...and not to make El Castro terribly uncomfortable."
He growled a bit--Julian was a friend, more than, in a way, but M. Erik was...hard to read.
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Post by Julian on Oct 8, 2008 6:07:52 GMT -5
*Julian's brow lowered. This was starting to sound less like a civil conversation, but he wasn't sure as to why.*
"I do not understand why it should make him uncomfortable. I would think he would want to see the production presented be the highest caliber that can be afforded."
*His head tilted, eyes narrowing.*
"Do you find me ill-suited to the role?" *He asked in genuine curiosity.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 10:40:23 GMT -5
"Not at all. If anything you are perhaps too well-suited to it. Be careful, Julian."
Now that he was sure there was no malice, at least on Julian's part, to the thing he was confidant that Christopher would overcome his discomfort.
"He had only expressed concern because, well, you've seen him."
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Post by Julian on Oct 8, 2008 12:06:04 GMT -5
*Julian arched his brow. Why should he be careful? Was there some threat to which he had previously been unaware of?*
"Of course I've seen him. He is dear to you, why should he not be seen? I hardly see why such things should concern him."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 1:32:24 GMT -5
"I mean that you have seen him bare. Well, and covered in fur. He prefers to keep these things between us, and becomes...cattish when he is stirred--and stirred him you have. Was that your intention?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2008 1:38:21 GMT -5
*Julian's eyes narrowed as he tried to sort things in his mind.*
"Why should I seek to...stir him? He seems to hold certain feelings about me. Even before his...changing. I would never intentionally cause discord that would displease you. I thought you were aware of my regard for you."
*The fact that Mother had a strong dislike for the man had little to do with this particular point. As long as Destler was the Ghost deep in tenors, Erik was free. And that suited Julian much better.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 1:41:03 GMT -5
"I believe that you do have a certain amount of affection for me, my dear boy. But I also believe that you would do literally anything to please your parent--and despite his very kind assistance toward my problem...I still feel a strong dislike from him."
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2008 1:46:52 GMT -5
*Julian's body tightened. He had never thought that...why could they not see that they were similar? That they would be stronger in unity? His long fingers clenched slowly and he swallowed.*
"I am...sorry to hear that, sir." *He forced his hand straight once more.* "Might I know why?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 1:53:39 GMT -5
"I couldn't begin to tell you. Perhaps he feels I have invaded his domain, that I am some upstart copycat," here, he chuckled. "I think he does not know that he is still quite young. But that's neither here nor there."
He waived his hand a bit and turned his back, folding his arms behind himself an staring up into the dark for a moment.
"You would do anything for him, wouldn't you."
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2008 1:58:21 GMT -5
"Yes." *Julian breathed the word. Why was Destler being so difficult about this? After all he had done to help him. When he spoke again, it was louder.*
"I regret that you do not approve of my casting." *The muscle in jaw twitched. Why was it that he always came in second to some tenor?*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 2:01:32 GMT -5
"I do not disapprove, Julian--your voice is magnificent, and your performance drove Carlos to work harder--I have never heard him sound as such. I am only asking that you do not take the role too far, on this occasion, you can see it...upsets him. I am certain that when he comes to know you better, that will not be the case."
He turned again and paced back to stand before the strange young man. "You will allow him that, at least? He has many hangers on...but nothing he can count as a friend."
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