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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Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[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.

Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Musically, Lee is not very talented but he tries.

Come fly with me, let’s fly let’s fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
There’s a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, we’ll fly we’ll fly away

Come fly with me, let’s float down to Peru
In llama land, there’s a one man band
And he’ll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, we’ll float down in the blue

Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied
We’ll just glide, starry eyed
Once I get you up there, I’ll be holding you so near
You may hear, angels cheer - because we're together

Weather wise it’s such a lovely day
You just say the words, and we’ll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It’s perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, we’ll fly we’ll fly away

Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

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Dewey doesn't make eye contact with Lee, still embarassed over that whole breaking into song thing. "Thank you, Young Mister Adama," he says. "You had a most excellent audition."

Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee smiles nervously at the principal. "Thanks, you're too kind."