School Auditorium: Auditions, beginning Noonish.

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

The lights are up up on the stage, and Dewey sits in the middle of the center aisle of seats, a notebook and pen in hand, and his iPod at the ready in case there are any lulls in auditions.

Yes, that is seriously how low-key Dewey has set up auditions. Get up on stage and do your monologue and sing your song, and you shall be properly auditioned.

[ooc: Wait for OCD! OCD up! Audition to your heart's content!]

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Audition: Act and Sing!

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

Perform for the Principal!

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi comes in wearing the dress she wore to the dance last night.

"King Lear," she says, "Act 2, scene 2..."

"Fellow I know thee... I know thee for
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.

What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou
knowest me! Is it two days since I tripped up
thy heels, and beat thee before the king? Draw, you
rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon
shines; I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you:
draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw.

Draw, you rascal: you come with letters against the
king; and take Vanity the puppet's part against the
royalty of her father: draw, you rogue, or I'll so
carbonado your shanks: draw, you rascal; come your ways. "

Pippi curtsies sweetly.

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[nadiathesaint]

Figuring she had no other ideas of what to audition with for the show, Nadia went with what Artie had suggested.

"This from a play called," she peered at her notes. "'Dentity Crisis by Christopher Durang."

When I was eight years old, someone brought me to this... theatre. Full of lots of other children. We were supposed to be watching a production of "Peter Pan." And I remember that something seemed terribly wrong with the whole production. Odd things kept happening. For instance, when the children would fly, the ropes they were on would just keep breaking ... and the actors would come thumping to the ground and they had to be carried off by stagehands. And there seemed to be an unlimited supply of understudies, to take their places, and then they'd just fall to the ground. And then the crocodile that chases Captain Hook, seemed to be a real crocodile, it wasn't an actor. And at one point it fell off the stage and crushed a couple of kids in the front row. And then some of the understudies came and took their places in the audience. And from scene to scene, Wendy just seemed to get fatter and fatter until finally by the end of act one she was completely immobile and they had to move her off stage with a cart.
You remember how in the second act Tinkerbell drinks some poison that peter is about to drink in order to save him? And then Peter turns to the audience and he says that "Tinkerbell is going to die because not enough people believe in fairies. But if all of you clap your hands real hard to show that you do believe in fairies, maybe she won't die." So, we all started to clap. I clapped so long and so hard that my palms hurt and they even started to bleed I clapped so hard. Then suddenly the actress playing peter pan turned to the audience and she said, "That wasn't enough. You did not clap hard enough. Tinkerbell is dead." And then we all started to cry. The actress stomped off stage and refused to continue with the production. They finally had to lower the curtain. The ushers had to come help us out of the aisles and into the street. I don't think that any of us were ever the same after that experience. It certainly turned me against theatre. And even more damagingly, I think it's warped my total sense of life. I mean nothing seems worth trying if Tinkerbell is just going to die.

Really, the sunglasses and slight hangover (Artie knows the best hangover cures, they just take a little while) only add to the realism of her performance as a complete whack-job pretending to be perfectly normal and sane.

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[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep stands on the stage trying to look like he owns it, but he may just look like he is very well aware that he may be making a huge ass of himself - but really doesn't care too much.

To show that he actually knows something about musicals (and because the song kind of fits him better than he wants to admit) he sings Fyiero's part of "Dancing Through Life" from Wicked.

FIYERO
The trouble with school is
They always try to teach the wrong lesson
Believe me, I've been kicked out
Of enough of them to know
They want you to become less callow
Less shallow
But I say: why invite stress in?
Stop studying strife
And learn to live "the unexamined life":

Dancing through life
Skimming the surface
Gliding where turf is smooth
Life's more painless
For the brainless
Why think too hard?
When it's so soothing
Dancing through life
No need to tough it
When you can sluff it off as I do
Nothing matters
But knowing nothing matters
It's just life
So keep dancing through

Dancing through life
Swaying and sweeping
And always keeping cool
Life is fraught-less
When you're thoughtless
Those who don't try
Never look foolish
Dancing through life
Mindless and careless
Make sure you're where less
Trouble is rife
Woes are fleeting
Blows are glancing
When you're dancing
Through life:

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han gets up and recites the Prologue from "The Rise and Fall of Estari Organa, Third Undersecretary of the Office." Then he launches into the baritone aria that starts it.

Anyone not familiar with Alderaani Opera is welcome to fall asleep.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Hastily buttoning his shirt, 'Xander' walked on to the stage. He stared at the audience. "Um. I'm going to read a bit from Oedipus Rex. Yeah. Ahem."

'Xander' held his hand out (resembling a certain Danish prince), and began;

"Sirrah, what mak'st thou here? Dost thou presume
To approach my doors, thou brazen-faced rogue,
My murderer and the filcher of my crown?
Come, answer this, didst thou detect in me
Some touch of cowardice or witlessness,
That made thee undertake this enterprise?
I seemed forsooth too simple to perceive
The serpent stealing on me in the dark,
Or else too weak to scotch it when I saw.
This thou art witless seeking to possess
Without a following or friends the crown,
A prize that followers and wealth must win."

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[sooo_cute]

Quinn? Actually doesn't suck. Don't be surprised she's good at drama.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

[C&P'ed the right thing this time, dammit]

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair grins and bounces before starting in on his audition.

"This is the Bachelor's Soliloquy.

To wed, or not to wed;--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in a man to suffer
The slings and sorrows of that blind young archer;
Or fly to arms against a host of troubles,
And at the altar end them. To woo--to wed--
No more; and by this step to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand hopes and fears
The single suffer--'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To woo--to wed;--
To wed--perchance repent!--ay, there's the rub;
For in that wedded state, what woes may come
When we have launched upon that untried sea
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes celibacy of so long life;
For who would bear the quips and jeers of friends,
The husband's pity, and the coquette's scorn,
The vacant hearth, the solitary cell,
The unshared sorrow, and the void within,
When he himself might his redemption gain
With a fair damsel. Who would beauty shun
To toil and plod over a barren heath;
But that the dread of something yet beyond--
The undiscovered country, from whose bourne
No bachelor returns--puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of!
Thus forethought does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And numberless flirtations, long pursued,
With this regard, their currents turn awry
And lose the name of marriage.

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip steps in carrying his guitar and his amp.

Hey, no one said these had to be unacompanied.

He plugs them in, cranks the volume up, and faces the principal.

"For my song, I will be performing a British classic. The great AC/DC's stirring ballad, "Big Balls", the tale of a socialite and his amazing parties.

He whams a chord on the guitar and starts up.

I'm ever upper class high society,
God's gift to ballroom notoriety,
I always fill my ballroom
(The event is never small)
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all

Oh I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
But we've got the biggest balls of them all

And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No-one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got
GREAT BALLS OF FIRE

Oh I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
But we've got the biggest balls of them all


Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best.
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night

Oh I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
But we've got the biggest balls of them all


And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...
Ball sucker

He can sort of sing. He's not always exactly in tune. But he has a lot of emotion. And the boy can definitely play.

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[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

MacB bursts onto the stage, flanked by Fluffy the Snowman (http://i21.ebayimg.com/05/i/06/1c/91/07_1.JPG) who he is holding in one hand, and the invisible flying dagger, Spot, who is fluttering about to the other side. He may or may not have plans for takeover, but that is nothing new. He is wearing his jauntily crooked beret.

He takes a deep breath as he walks onstage, and he begins to speak.

"NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is suprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again."


And with that, he wanders offstage again.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker can't believe she got talked into this. She doesn't even have a soliloquy ready. She'd completely biff it if it weren't for the fact that she just *can't* force herself to humiliate herself on purpose. So, she takes a breath, and steps up.

"This is from Electra, by Sophocles."

Holy Light, with Earth, and Sky,
Whom thou fillest equally,
An how many a note of woe,
Many a self-inflicted blow
On my scarred breast might'st thou mark,
Ever as recedes the dark;
Known, too, all my nightlong cheer
To bitter bed and chamber drear,
How I mourn my father lost,

Parker can't help getting into it at this point.

Whom on no barbarian coast
Did red Ares greet amain,
But as woodmen cleave an oak
My mother's axe dealt murderous stroke,
Backed by the partner of her bed,
Fell Ægisthus, on his head;
Whence no pity, save from me,
O my father, flows for thee,
So falsely, foully slain.

A breath, and then:

Yet I will not cease from sighing,
Cease to pour my bitter crying,
While I see this light of day,
Or the stars' resplendent play,
Uttering forth a sound of wail,
Like the child-slayer, the nightingale,
Here before my father's door
Crying to all men evermore.

Her voice carries very well on the next part, and she's lost in the words, speaking them with total conviction.

O Furies dark, of birth divine!
O Hades wide, and Proserpine!
Thou nether Hermes! Ara great!
Ye who regard the untimely dead,
The dupes of an adulterous bed,
Come ye, help me, and require
The foul murder of our sire;
And send my brother back again;
Else I may no more sustain
Grief's overmastering weight.

She blinks, then steps back, and rolls her eyes at herself. "Fabulous."

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna came up on stage, cleared her throat and realized she didn't know the tune to the song. Shrugging, she made the tune up as she went along. At least she could carry a tune.

I have often dreamed
Of a far-off place
Where a great warm welcome
Will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be

I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mild
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
to feel like I belong

I am on my way
I can go the distance
I don't care how far
Somehow I'll be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
to find where I belong

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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee isn't quite sure what's possessing him to try out for this Shakespearian comedy, but he does have a favorite little monologue he had read often from a play by the, ahem, English playwright. And what the hell.

No, my fair cousin: if we are mark'd to die,
We are now to do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'

Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day

This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:

And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly walked onto the stage. She was a tad nervous, but that fell away when she started to speak.

"This is a short speech from Wendy the Werewolf Stalker, my new favorite TV show. This is from the episode when Wendy meets the First Stalker who is trying to get rid of Wendy's friends." Molly cleared her throat, squared her shoulders and began reciting with a look of determination on her face.

"I am not alone.

"I walk.

"I talk. I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods
roll back.

"There's trees in the desert since you moved out. And I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

"Now give me back my friends."

Molly paused for a moment and then relaxed and smiled at Dewey.

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[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

Rose gets up on the stage and starts reading the opening of 'A Tale of Two Cities' by Charles Dickens.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct
the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present
period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its
being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree
of comparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet loves drama and even though he still doesn't know who this "Shakespeare" guy is, he just wants to be involved with theatre again. He's pretty good, and handles the strange dialogue as if it were his natural speech. Which it is, except for his mun's inability to write it well.*

This would be part of a dissertation by Jacques of Ardennes, a well-known melancholic courtier of the Elizabethian era.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

[OOC: As You Like It, Act II, Scene vii. I saw that play performed last night. ^-^]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana comes up to the front a little nervously. "This is from "Who is Harvey Kellerman and Why is He Saying
Those Terrible Things About Me?"

She seems surprisingly comfortable once she's "in character" as the wacky wanna-be actress

I can't leave. I'm sorry. I can't leave.
I can't seem to let go of this chair right now.
You fellas go ahead. I'll be all right soon...

I feel like l just auditioned for the part of human being
and I didn't get the job.

See, it took me three weeks to get this audition and I
bought a new dress and worked on my song and I had
my hair done by Mr. Max at $22.50, a work of art, with lashes ...

And now I can't just leave right away. I will just have to hang around here for a while, see?

Thank you, but I can't move anyway; my hand is stuck...
It happens all the time, I get stuck on things. Chairs, coffee
cups, doorknobs, people. I'll be all right soon.
Just don't shake hands with me or anything.

Listen to me, I'm still auditioning. All the time I think
I'm auditioning. I wake up in the morning and the whole
world says "Thank you very much, Miss Densmore,
that'll be enough for now."

Mostly, I'd like to get my hand off this chair. I have to go
back to work soon. I'm a Corporate Librarian. That's a
file clerk.

You think I'll be able to get this chair in a taxi?

Oh God, I hate these auditions.

I'm not what you're looking for.

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[swerval_zero]

Zero comes onstage, wearing a kilt and an Anarchy t-shirt, and carrying her guitar and amp. She's rather ticked off, because Pip totally already used her material.

"This is Meow, as written and performed by, well, me."

(partial lyrics)
Hidin' from zombies; floatin' on chairs
Shot the librarian and no one cares--
Doesn't matter anyway!

Meow, meow,
Is what he said
Meow, meow
In my head
But I'm okay
'Cause we're so catty anyway...

There's a giant snake at the window
don't know why she's there
She says that she's a student
But no one sodding cares!

She's a very good singer, in that punker girl sort of way, and she definitely knows her way around the guitar and has stage presence. When she's finished the song, she moves the guitar and amp offstage for the next bit.

"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."

How she did is entirely up to Dewey.

"Thank you and goodnight," she says smoothly at the end.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

'Callisto' walked on stage, looking a little rushed and flushed, and if you were of the kind who noticed these things, she also looked a little rounder than usual, and she was wearing a Neptune High pep squad uniform.

She stepped up, raised her arms in the air, smiled brightly and...

"I’m sexy. I’m cute. I’m popular to boot.
Bitchin’. Great hair. The boys all love to stare.
I want it. I’m hot. I’m everything you’re not.
I’m pretty. I’m cool. I dominate this school.
Who am I? Just guess. Guys want to touch my chest."

Her hands went under her breasts.

"I’m rockin’. I smile. And many think I’m vile.
I’m flying. I jump. You can look but don’t you hump.
I’m danger. I roar. I swear I’m not a whore.
We cheer and we lead. We act like we’re on speed.
Hate us cause we’re beautiful. Well, we don’t like you either.
We’re cheerleaders; we are cheerleaders.
Role call!

I'm strong, and I'm loud, I'm gonna make you proud,
I'm Cal-Cal-Callisto, your president; Callisto!"

She ended up with her arms high above her head again.

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally, more than completely nervous, gets on stage due to Jaye's encouragement.

She clears her throat. "I'll be performing Wilhelm Ahab's Speech from Strifenova Celestial." She does her best to look old and wrinkly, which doesn't really work at all.

"Are they the lucky ones? That's what you're thinking isn't
it?. We're a long way from home. We've jumped well beyond the red line, into uncharted space. Limited supplies, limited fuel. No allies, and now, no hope. Maybe it would have been better for us to have died quickly. Back with our families. Instead of dying out here slowly... in... in..." She looks to be struggling "Erm... emptiness of dark space, that's it." She's starting to look even more nervous. "Where shall we go? What shall we do?. Life here, began out there. Those are the 1st words of the sacred scrolls. And... And..."

Cally bites her lower lip and starts to tear up. "That's it," she says, before running off stage.

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[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky coughed before stepping up to audition. He looked terse, but it was in character. He had the voice down pat, as if he'd seen this particular movie way too many times.

I believe in America. America has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the American fashion. I gave her freedom, but -- I taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boyfriend; not an Italian. She went to the movies with him; she stayed out late. I didn't protest. Two months ago, he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey. And then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they beat her, like an animal."

Now he looked like he was getting more and more mad, but was just holding back on it.

"When I went to the hospital, her nose was a'broken. Her jaw was a'shattered, held together by wire. She couldn't even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life - beautiful girl. Now she will never be beautiful again. Sorry...I - I went to the police, like a good American. These two boys were brought to trial. The judge sentenced them to three years in prison - suspended sentence." He yelled, now letting the anger out. "Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool." He calmed down again. "And those two bastard, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, "for justice, we must go to Don Corleone."

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[allie-cameron.livejournal.com]

Allie takes the stage and says in a soft voice, "I'm Allison Cameron and I'll be performing Juliet from act 3, scene 2.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.


She then sings. She's in tune, but not powerful.

And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to go no one to turn to,
Did not want your money sir
I came out here coz i was told to
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here.

Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.

On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me

In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me for ever and forever

And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us

I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without him the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers

I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known!

I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own.

Bug Dewey!

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

In the sense of talking to him. Not in the sense of sticking listening devices on him.

Re: Bug Dewey!

[fates_jaye]

Thanks to Parker, Jaye wanders up to Dewey and says, "So. Jazz hands."

Talk Amongst Yourselves!

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

Gossip and chit-chat? Do that here.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves!

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

After the audition, MacB stood around pondering why he was doing this.
There was something about the writings of this Shakespeare guy that made his sense of reason twitch. A man's head turning into that of an ass? Seriously, how unlikely was that?
He was pretty certain that this Shakespeare guy was just full of hot air, but he wasn't about to say it.
So he stood about, looking over a script with one skeptically raised eyebrow.

OOC

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

What? WHAT?

Re: OOC

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

*sings* Iiiiii am the very model of a Cylon human replica....