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Post by Alex on Jun 26, 2006 16:06:14 GMT -5
*Alex ran a hand through his already-tousled hair as he let his eyes adjust to the dim confines of the Opera Populaire. Sparkling green irises surveyed the interior, and a corner of his full mouth turned up. He squinted down, adjusted his jacket, and sauntered in. This was going to be fun. There was certain to be a space for him in the Opera, what with his uncanny ability to pass as a woman in trouser roles.*
And Paris is a perfect place to lose myself. Find a bed to boot. Maybe with someone already in it. No--wait. Scratch that. That's why I'm here to begin with, isn't it?
*Now to see if auditions were conveniently being held, or if the role of a lifetime would land itself in his lap.*
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