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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 20, 2006 15:47:52 GMT -5
here to chat with Medda in a more private setting? Here's where it can be done. Just dont get caught!
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Post by fancy on May 20, 2006 15:56:30 GMT -5
Fancy sat infront of one of the mirrors and brushed on mascara. She hated performing and she hated the feeling of peoples eyes burning holes through her, but money was needed and she couldn't get enough by being a newsie. So every second night or so she sang at Medda's. Red would probably have a heart attack if he knew what she was doing, so she never told him. She ran the black eye liner carefully over her eye lid and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a whore, 'Perfect.' she thought bitterly. She stood as she heard someone calling her name and made her way to the door. It was about ten minutes away from show time and she was especially nerous, it was the newises performance.. where all the newsies came and watched....
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Post by robbie on Dec 22, 2006 22:11:28 GMT -5
*New Day*
Robbie had asked around to see if there were any local theaters around these parts. And as luck would have it, there was one relatively close to his apartment: Irving Hall.
The kids he had asked said to ask for Medda around the backstage area. With his best clothes on and his hair slicked back, Robbie wanted to make an impression if he was going to audition.
He knocked on the stage door and hoped for the best.
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Post by Medda on Jan 12, 2007 21:21:29 GMT -5
One of the stagehands alerted Medda that there was someone at the stage door. She smiled and thanked him, making her way toward the door. Show time wasn't for a few hours, so she was in less extravagant dress from what people would normally see her in on stage - actually she looked like any other woman of modest wealth. She smoothed out her dress once before opening the door and smiling at the young man. "Hello, may I help you?"
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Post by robbie on Jan 13, 2007 1:25:15 GMT -5
Robbie smiled one of his best smiles and straightened out his tie. "Hello, Miss Medda Larkson I presume?" He hoped it was her, he was too excited to wait any longer.
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Post by Medda on Jan 13, 2007 3:21:33 GMT -5
Medda smiled wider with his recognition. She curtsied slightly, "You presume correctly, young man. And may I ask who you are?" She opened the door wider and waited to find out what he needed before possibly inviting him in.
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Post by robbie on Jan 13, 2007 17:49:08 GMT -5
"My name's Robert James Wilson, and well, I want to be an actor." He said it with some coinfidence, but not at all cocky, he didnt want to ruin any chances.
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Post by Medda on Jan 13, 2007 23:54:51 GMT -5
"Well" Her eyes sparkled a bit, "in that case please come in, Robert!" She stepped aside so he could enter and gestured to a small table which was among the setting clutter.. This kid was obviously confident, which was also a plus for the stage. Medda placed a hand on her hip and cocked her head slightly, "So I'm assuming you'd like an audition? Well why don't we start off with you telling me your experience.." He was trying to keep it as professional as possible so she decided to play along.
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Post by robbie on Jan 14, 2007 23:21:02 GMT -5
He smiled and sat down, placing his hands on the table. "Well I've been in a few productions back home in Maine. I was one of the leads in a production of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at a small theater by my boarding school. Just small things really..."
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Post by Medda on Jan 16, 2007 1:36:21 GMT -5
Medda held her index finger at her chin, looking as pensive as possible though a smile was still spread across her face. "Every thing is experience no matter the size, Robert. And Shakespeare, thats a bit of drama as well as comedy in one role." Medda caught the attention of a stagehand walking by and made a few gestures to him in the air. A moment later he returned with two cups and a small coffee pot. "Coffee?" She asked politely beginning to fill both glasses without waiting for his response. "You probably realize, at this venue there are a good amount of musical and dance numbers as well as dramatic. Do you have experience in those areas?" She slid one of the cups to his side of the table.
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Post by robbie on Jan 16, 2007 18:36:06 GMT -5
"Sure I'd love some, thank you." He reached for his cup and let it sit for a bit, not wanting to scold his tongue. "Well...to be honest, no I haven't really done anything like that....but I'm willing to learn."
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Post by Medda on Jan 16, 2007 21:04:50 GMT -5
Medda's face went more serious and she took a sip of her coffee. "Mr. Wilson, " she started, "I do believe you've landed yourself a job...or at least a trial" Once again she grinned. She was taken by the lads boldness, the fact that he came looking for her when there was no call outs. They could find a spot for him somewhere. "I'll let you go on with a few numbers and we'll see how you do."
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Post by robbie on Jan 16, 2007 21:46:50 GMT -5
Robbie could hardly believe it. A great big grin spread across his face and he didnt know if he could contain his happiness. "Oh thank you Miss Larkson! I will do my very best, really I will!"
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Post by Medda on Jan 17, 2007 23:43:59 GMT -5
She was glowing; she loved the raw excitement and the genuine appreciation he was showing her. "Just call me Medda, I'm not one for all those formalities" she waved a hand in the air then calmly took another sip of coffee. "So shall we have you start tomorrow - or actually whenever you can? I assume you have some other source of income you need to work around..."
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Post by robbie on Jan 18, 2007 18:39:30 GMT -5
Robbie was so excited he had almost forgotten his waitor job, "Oh! Right, well I'm going to have to ask my boss for some time off but I am definetly free tommorrow afternoon if that's alright with you Medda."
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