Monday, March 10, 2008
Auditions and FUN!
The day was drawing to a close with the fading of the light. I wished again for my night friends to experience the daylight beauty with me. The heat of the sun, not to harm but to warm, colours in full spectrum, warmth of laughter and tears…. The moonlight just was not enough.
Lestat told us about this new play he had accepted the role in! but it was a surprise he wouldn’t reveal. Marcus munched on a large Subway, while I ate my food. “ Can we go for your auditions? Or rehearsals? It’d be so nice!”
“No I don’t want you to. It’s messy, you won’t understand a thing, guys. Just come on the actual day… hmm I’ll let you know the start date. We’ll send out posters and flyers. I think it’ll be the start of next month,” Prince said.
“Why not? We wouldn’t laugh, Please! ” I protested. You may think are you nuts to push it far? But I know his limits, usually he won’t get mad at us that quickly. He’s forgiving to other races. Especially those he really reveres or adores.
He winced, snapping his fingers. Widening of the blue pupils. “It’s pointless! You go to a play to enjoy and see a story, drama play out. We’ll be in scenes, take 3, take 4 that kind of thing. And the boss’d be shouting at us to redo redo redo again. We’ve to follow his vision of what he wants.”
“ What about yours? I thought you signed up to express your emotions.”
“ Yea Ivan. Don’t hurry, it’s okay. Indeed I love to express myself, being an artiste! It’s mon passionata, but I can’t protest to this. He’s in charge. My friend Christopher, you haven’t seen him before.”
“ Intro us. Maybe we want to go onstage too!” I suggested, clapping my hands. We rose to walk on.
Lestat shook his head and spoke patiently. “Nope I can’t. prefer it this way. Next time when you’ve decided, I will do the connections for you.” He showed us a glimpse in his mind of the night before’s chaos over. , the man yelling orders, the youngsters tripping over stools and props, steamy atmosphere, Stat repeating an action over and over. Grumbling and shouting, third fingers shown.
“I kept forgetting to do that motion. We’ve to make it perfect. So it’s best that you see me at mine, and all of our efforts will bear fruit.”
The flyers and posters came out a few weeks before the opening night. It was called Masquerade and Blood. Lestat was in the middle of the pantheon of actors, grinning his signature impish way. He seemed to be a villain, with gold holstered guns. All the staff were humans, no cats or dogs. The actual night, first night! Louis,
Jerod who was starring was quite a good looker with Derek. I found out he was also preter. They liked rock music and Lestat regarded them as blood brothers. Derek looked like a youngster but very often, they are over 100 years! Derek knelt to his boss and beffed him to spare his friend. Wow! After another fight scene, in which all of them exhibited their extremely cool agile moves, Bratp. Splattered tomato ketchup on his shirt, holding a blade between an arm. So funny, I couldn’t stop giggling. He pretended to fall down dead, singing a last defiant paragraph. A little girl knelt beside him wailing, holding his head up.
Afterwards he was worried his shirt would never have a totally clean front! It doesn’t wash off easily. Louis has explained some of the story to me, I tried to listen but didn’t get it at all. However I simply praised Bratp’s effort for making it come ot life for us. On the 3rd day he was scheduled to sign autographs, a meet the fans section. Lots of gals produced bouquets.
“ So didn’t you bring all their gifts back?” I asked, casting around for the expected stuff.
Lestat moaned like a drunk knocked his forehead “ So many? No way! I just took one, and delivered the others to girls and friends. Didn’t want the stuff teddies either. I’ve enough of my own.”
He hadn’t showered but I hugged him suddenly. Tell ya, being with this impulsive and expressive artiste makes me softie! “ Thank you for the experience!”
“ Yea you improved. More heart in this act,” Louis said with humor.
He pretended to cry “ Hey! I also put in effort for the last one too. I improved? In what ways?”
“ The ruffian behaviour.”
“Haha. You’re welcome. And I enjoyed it so…” Lestat smiled faintly and sank down on the couch. Without the lights and costumes that strengthened his appearance, my friend had withered. He’d worked really hard. All his veins showed.
Haven’t you drank? You need to------ I added.
That ghastly eh? Don’t look
I do notice.. but I’m ok with it.
Gimme a kiss then. For blessing. He turned his cheek to the side. I pecked once and warmed his icy skin with my warm hands. Gestured for some peace.
Then in an instant, he had sunk into a deep slumber, mouth open, breathing quickly. Louis crossed the room, kneeling by his side and clasped his left hand. He seemed very sad.
“ Lo it’s ok. He’s gonna sleep and get well.”