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Post by ALEXANDERorsonDIANGELES on Jun 7, 2009 19:31:24 GMT -5
Alex had stretched all he could, there was really nothing he could do now until his name was called. He really didn't know why he was doing this audition, this was a musical, not a ballet. But his job at the community center was not paying quite enough and he could dance rings around all of these chorus boys and girls. Though his singing may not be quite up to scratch there had to be a dance role.
Stepping away from the warm up floor he sat down on the waiting benches next to a shapely brunette, Toni, her name tag read. She was hot, to say the least. Really, if all the women on broadway were this attractive he would have to do more of these silly musical things.
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Post by ANTONIAmariaBARTHALDI on Jun 7, 2009 19:43:10 GMT -5
Toni wasn't sure why she was here. She really preferred Shakespeare or Ibsen or something. She could sing, sure, but not enough for a lead role. Not even in her dreams. Maybe a secondary or in a tiny chorus, but probably she'd end up in a chorus, someone who had more speaking lines and never sang alone. She was just trying to plump up her resume. Toni felt like she was getting nowhere fast, and she needed something, needed a shot.
She'd gotten a part in a play, one of her favorites, in an off-Broadway theater, but they weren't ready for actors yet--still nailing out things. And though they didn't say so, she could tell they were trying to keep things within budget, they didn't have much to work with. And Toni needed something to do in the meantime. So here she was. Besides, she'd checked the preliminary schedules, they wouldn't conflict.
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Post by ALEXANDERorsonDIANGELES on Jun 7, 2009 20:34:25 GMT -5
Alex leaned back in his chair, bored. Several people down the line where called into their audition, but they all looked like singers, that is to say, they all sounding like singers. He had listened to them warming up, scales, silly little tongue twisters, really he was glad that he wasn't a singer, he could warm up and still keep his dignity in tact.
He pulled a knee up to his chest, stretching his leg. Really the wait was much to long. They had all of the dancers warm up first thing when they got there, but then wait around until they got cold again. Maybe he should go and warm up some more, he thought. But then again, they might call him while he was at the bare, and then he would have to scramble to get his things and get into the audition room. He would rather just wait here.
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Post by ANTONIAmariaBARTHALDI on Jun 7, 2009 20:41:42 GMT -5
"You a dancer?" Toni asked, turning to face the man beside her. She couldn't think of any other reason why he was pulling his knee to his chest. Toni wasn't doing anythign while she sat, though the script and score lay in her lap. She wondered if she looked like anything. Her parents often told her she didn't stick out enough.
Toni made small circles with her ankle to keep busy, she hated sitting still. She'd rather be doing something. But she never had a talent for any sort of sport, dancing or otherwise.
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Post by ALEXANDERorsonDIANGELES on Jun 8, 2009 19:10:07 GMT -5
"Since I was born," Alex responded proudly. It was true he had always loved to dance, much to the bafflement of certain family members; namely a grandfather, three uncles, two aunts, and anywhere between five and thirteen cousins; his extended family was kind of big. Not to mention that they were very strongly rooted in tradition and that tradition didn't include men dancing ballet. Often as a child one relation or another would stop him as he Chasséd and Jetéd around the yard on the Fourth of July to ask him why he wanted to be a ballet dancer so much, wouldn't he rather be a firefighter, an astronaut, President of the United States, something more appropriate for a boy.
"What about you, Doll?" He asked sitting up, trying to look as engaged as he could. "What's your poison? Dance, song or the spoken script?"
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Post by ANTONIAmariaBARTHALDI on Jun 8, 2009 19:27:15 GMT -5
Toni smiled. She always marveled at dancers, along with artists, they made something out of nothing. A body into emotions, a world from a blank canvas. All she did was color in a coloring book so to speak. She just tried her best to enhance what was already there. "Spoken word, but I sing too, but only a little." Toni said.
She shifted her weight a little and crossed her legs, one over the other. She was so inflexible and watching all these dancers.... amde her wish she knew how. But of course you also needed a drive and a certain desire for perfection, in ballet certainly.
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Post by ALEXANDERorsonDIANGELES on Jun 9, 2009 20:34:59 GMT -5
Alex smiled, he knew how that felt. "I know how that is. I can kind of sing, but only kind of. I wish I could act, I tried once, in High school. I was Puck in a performance of Midsummer Night's Dream, just because I could move the right way." He grinned more, "It was fun, but I could never remember all of the lines." Alex really did have the utmost respect for those who could act. In his one experience he would have to reread his lines every time he went off stage.
"So. . . Toni, right?" he asked checking her name tag. It was always much easier, he thought, to talk to some one when you knew their name, and of course if you could pronounce it right.
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Post by ANTONIAmariaBARTHALDI on Jun 9, 2009 20:49:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, Toni, short for Antonia." She said figuring that offering a little personal information was a good way to get a conversation started. "And you're....Alex?" She said with a smile, reading his name tag. If only people on the street came with name tags. You'd never have to deal with ice breakers. just like life should come with back ground music and subtitles.
"That's cool. I bet you made a very good Puck." She said with a smile. "And as for the memory.... you just gotta act crazy and talk to yourself a lot." Toni said with a laugh. She was always throwing lines into everyday conversation or reciting things to herself in the hopes that she'd remember.
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Post by ALEXANDERorsonDIANGELES on Jun 11, 2009 17:18:27 GMT -5
"That's me, Alex DiAngeles, friends call me Angel, but Alex is fine." Alex said extending a hand to shake. He liked this girl. True, he liked almost every single girl he met, boys too, but this was a different kind of liking. This girl, this Toni, we nice, most girls in ballet were uptight and very serious, about themselves, their judgements of others, everything. Not to mention is was nice to talk to someone about something other than dance.
"Aside from the lines, I was a kick ass Puck." he grinned at the memory. "I got to climb all over the set, and jump off of the stage. I had a great time . Would never want to do it again. . . But it was worth a try." He switched legs, he had to evenly stretched, otherwise one leg would move much better than the other. "So," he said after a short pause. "How long have been acting?"
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Post by ANTONIAmariaBARTHALDI on Jun 11, 2009 17:50:10 GMT -5
Toni stuck out her hand and shook his firmly. He seemed like a nice person, so far. He was friendly enough, which Toni had always thought was a good quality. She could see why he did such a good job as Puck too. He was flexible and loose in the joints. He looked like he could move any way imaginable. It was sort of awe inspiring.
"Well, I took acting classes since middle school. I was in school plays in high school... been in one off broadway play, waiting to hear back from another." Toni shrugged lightly. there wasn't a date, a moment, when she just started, not one that she remembered.
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