Confrontation (Daylily and MusicNeverDies)
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				Title: <strong>Confrontation (Daylily and MusicNeverDies)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 08:01:13</strong>
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				A large warehouse sat squashed between West Village and Greenwich Village, to the point that Marcus wasn't entirely sure which it legally fell in. Not that it mattered. What did matter, and it mattered quite a lot, was that it was the place he'd be spending most of is days for the next few months. And then, he'd be moving to activity at night. And it wouldn't be in a warehouse. It'd be in a theater. On Broadway. As Javert. Javert. He couldn't get that from his mind. <br><br>The entire week prior, from the second he'd calmly thanked Liam and hung up, he'd been walking on the clouds. He was lucky to be such a good actor, as his voice didn't betray the feet shuffling glee he'd dissolved to at realizing his role. Normally he didn't show extreme fits of motion(offstage), but getting his dream role in a Broadway production? Now that was worth a little feet shuffling. <br><br>It was no wonder he was early to arrive to the first day of rehearsals. A read-through of the script, and maybe a run-through without blocking, if that went well. He really wanted to jump right into it, but he knew better. There was a way of things in theater that he knew he couldn't burst onto the Broadway scene and change. Hell, not even Colm Wilkinson could have done that. <br><br>Standing before the warehouse door, he caught he reflexion in a broken bottle near his feet. It shone back, distorting him slightly but showing the sizable height of his well worked features. Being fit was part of being on stage, you had to work long hours, under hot lights, sometimes doing 12 minute dance numbers, while singing. He was well chiseled. The angular jaw was particularly striking, and as per Liam's instructions, Marcus had not touched his hair since the callbacks. That had been the first time Marcus felt really confident, when Liam told a few of the men not to cut their hair, especially their sideburns, until after roles were assigned. <br><br>The dark hair, which was normally closely cropped and trimmed, had begun to spill over his ears, and had a sort of well monitored mess to it. He liked the look, even if it was not his normal. He knew that for Javert he'd be growing not just his hair to a ponytail length, but sideburns! Muttonchops really. He had never thought he'd be excited about that, but he knew his face would take to them well. And it was more reliable then fake ones. <br><br>His deep, steel blue eyes gazed from below his heavy brows. Rolling his shoulders back and holding his chest high, he pushed open the door to the warehouse and smiled to see a circle of about twenty-five chairs, and Liam, the director, organizing a table filled with sheet music. To one side was a pile of props, he could distinctly make out a handful of rifles and some bright candlesticks. In the back corner a small army of sewing machines sat, surrounded by sketches of the costumes. Ahyes, they were also going to be stripped down to their unmentionables and measured for costumes today. Which wouldn't bother anyone, this was <em>theater</em>. If you couldn't strip down in front of anyone, in less then five seconds, you were useless. <br><br>Liam looked up and grinned at Marcus. “It's you, Javert, I knew you wouldn't wait too long.”<br><br>Grinning widely, Marcus assumed his more baritone speaking voice, the voice he would use for Javert, were this not completely in song. “The faithful servant at his post once more.” A smile spread across both Liam and Marcus's faces as he finished the line. <br><br>“Excellent, absolutely excellent! Have a seat, others should be arriving any second, then we'll get underway.” Liam finished organizing his papers while Marcus took the seat farthest from the door, so he could watch who entered and get a good look. He knew a decent few people who had auditioned, and wondered who had gotten in. <br>
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