huh, Lari. I feel really stupid because that is completely obvious. Wow. I must be really tired. So, change of plans perhaps. Idk...I'll think of something to say.
I say PM him in mid-January. Not much going on then.
I agree with Mandi. Just PM him during a down-time.
I'm sure you'll think of something.
And the first show I saw in NYC was Cabaret. When I was 12. Fun times.
yea Mandi that's sounding good
I want to send him a PM too. But at this moment i have nothing to say or ask. So i'll just wait till I have something interesting to say .
I wish i'd seen Phantom. I'm still hoping it comes back :-P And if it doens't, i'll try to see it on West End
come back where?
haha. 12?! Who did you see, and were you totally traumatized?
Come back to the stage here in the Netherlands. It was years ago when it played.
I didn't know thats where you were Macavity - very cool
I don't feel like digging out my playbill, but I'm pretty sure Michael C. Hall was the emcee. He played David on Six Feet Under.
And yeah, I was 12. It was very...interesting? My aunt thought it would be good for me to see I guess. I didn't really understand what the hell was going on though...but like I said, interesting.
Oh, he was hot. I have a picture of him in the makeup and the suspenders, and... oh my.
Really? I've never been able to find a picture of him as the Emcee...feel like sharing?
I didn't save his publicity shot, and the official Cabaret website has since gone down, but I'll google around for it later. I know it's still out there. Anyway, I *believe* this is him as well:
Awe, David from Six Feet Under? He was awesome.
*writes Roger stuffish in the meantime* RPs are so dorky.
Yeah. Maybe. I remember something like that on his arm. Though, I only saw it once, so other guys could of had the same thing on their arms. *shrug*
The end scared the hell out of me though.
If they're so dorky Lari, why did you join one?
Updated On: 12/1/05 at 02:27 PM
Where do you do this RP thing? I would love to read it :-P
I found it! Yes! I always searched for 'Michael C. Hall' instead of 'Michael Hall'.
Updated On: 12/1/05 at 02:41 PM
Because I AM a dork.
And if you REALLY wanna see the kinda stuff I write... *sigh* Here's my intro post:
Shiver.
It was cold.
But then again, in the winter, it was always cold. Heat was difficult to afford, and there was no wood to throw into the illegal stove in the corner. Never mind the fact that the electricity had been cut for the night. That was a whole other problem to deal with.
There was no sound save for a slow, steady drip-drip-drip that echoed about the dark, empty loft, a sort of homage to the pitiful conditions in the East Village. Hell, there was no heat, there was no electricity and not even the faucets could take a reprieve from their constant leaking. The late evening snowfall did wonders to muffle the hustle and bustle of traffic and city life.
Roger struck a match and huddled cross-legged around his single remaining candle, trembling as he carefully lowered the flame to the wick. He was alone in the loft that night. Mark had gone out to document something or other for his new film, and quite honestly, Roger had no interest in helping his friend out. Not that he had interest in much of anything, anymore. All he cared about was his music. It was all he had left to care about, especially since…
Roger shook out the match and held his hands over the candle flame, hoping that its minimal heat would be enough to thaw out the impending frostbite.
"Sh!t," Roger murmured to himself, flexing the joints in his fingers as the flame danced in a small, drafty breeze. Hell if he knew where that came from. Mark and he had attempted countless times to decipher the source, but they were never able to fully eradicate it. With a rustle and a heaving sigh, Roger turned away from the candle, coughed hoarsely and scooped up his old, tattered acoustic, preparing to whittle away the cold with a little warm-up. Come to think of it, Roger hadn’t seriously played music for… a long time. A year, maybe—ever since he entered rehab. He hunched over the strings, awkwardly strumming a few chords with a grimace.
The damn thing was out of tune.
Well, no real surprise. At least it hadn’t rotted to pieces in the year he neglected to touch it.
Roger paused to zip up his old leather jacket and set to work twisting the guitar’s tuners, plucking a note here and there, testing the sound. He had a feeling that it would cause him far more aggravation than he was in the mood for. Ah, well… it wasn’t like he had anything else to do with his time.
Not that he wanted to do anything more with his time than write a song. Whatever time Roger had left.
And what a small amount of time it was.
Roger strummed away. Happy holidays, indeed.
Wow! thats nice .. and.. Scary
I love how we're back to Cabaret.
And, *very* nice Lari!
Cabaret is awesome.
And nice... in a DORKTASTIC way. But thank you.
I told myself I'd never join a RENT RP. ... Ever.
I guess you don't listen to youself then. Hehe
When i sad nice and scary i was talking about the pic, just to clarify :-P
And Lari, That's awesome! I like it
Do all those people write stories like that?
I agree that Cabaret it awsome. I've just seen the movie with Liza Minelli and i already love it. I can't wait to see the show
Very nice indeed!
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