Who: Boy and Trod. Toy and Brod. Oy. Nod.
When: IMMEDIATELY after the musical thread.
Where: A broom closet, or the first private place Bod- Troy? Sheesh- can find.
What: Well, what do you think?
Status: Closed (for the moment)
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bum bum bum bum WHAT THE F*(#$ WAS THAT?? bum bum bum... )
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"Well then I'm...sorry I drive you crazy. And like I said before, I'm not perfect. If you knew me better you'd definitely know that." Troy paused, thinking hard about what to say. "Um, thank you. You're good on stage too. I mean, you've never done this before, but you're pretty much a natural at it. And stage fright is normal, man. I get it every time I'm about to go out there."
Troy crossed to Bod, a little afraid to touch him, but still hovering nearby. "Look. I get it. I do. And here's the thing. We'll do whatever makes you comfortable, ok? If you want to play my part, I'll help you. You probably already know the lines and songs, you've been at rehearsal all this time. If you really can't stand the idea, you can play your normal part and I'll play the other one. Also, Neil might not be himself either, depending on how many people this happened to. So maybe there won't even be a play. I don't know."
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There was more shouting in the hall, and Bod pressed his ear against the door. "...I'm going to imagine that more people were swapped," he said slowly. "It's hard to tell how many-- it's pretty noisy out there." He turned around, looked at Troy, all of his anger draining away, replaced with a sort of sick dread. "It probably would be better for you to just play the part in my body, wouldn't it," he murmured. "You've done it already-- and it's your part, after all." He bit his lip. "But I'm afraid of what's going to happen if we walk out that door and tell the director that you're not... you, anymore. I think he might have a nervous breakdown. Can you hear him shouting?" It was the ranting of a hysterical man.
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Troy whistled at the sounds from outside. "Yeah, I'm guessing so too. Wow." He shrugged at Bod's suggestion--he could tell that what Bod was suggesting maybe wasn't what he wanted. Or maybe he was just imagining that, but anyway, he wanted to be fair. "Hey, man, if you want the part, go for it. Seriously." Troy winced at Bod's words, nodding in agreement. "Yeah...he sounds pretty bad out there. I haven't heard him scream like that since the day Sister Chantelle fell into the orchestra pit." Troy shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "So...are you saying...you want me to be you? To pretend to be you?"
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He actually managed a wry smile at the mention of Sister Chantelle’s mishap. “That… wasn’t the best day, was it?” he said. “Though I have to admit, it was kind of funny… she was there one minute, and gone the next…”
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Troy frowned, shaking his head. "I don't know. Nothing like this ever happened to me before." He nodded. "Ok. At rehearsals, I'll be you, and uh, you be me. But I'm totally with you--no lying to Clarice. She needs to know which one of us is which."
Troy smirked. "It was only funny because she wasn't hurt too badly. That and the little 'whoops!' sound she made when she realized there wasn't any more stage."
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He reached for the handle of the door, then paused, thinking. "You say Jason was a lot like you," he said. And he knew full well what Troy had meant, but he'd opened the door- wide- for this one. "So, you were secretly in love with your best friend in high school?" he deadpanned.
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Troy nodded. "Yeah...having a secret other people would reject you for. I totally get that." Another day, he might've laughed at Bod's deadpan words, or explained that the similarity wasn't like that...but he was feeling a little wistful because of the emotion of the play, and he nodded. "Yeah. Gabriella was my best friend. And honestly, people didn't think we should be together either."
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He also understood about the past, and how it never quite let go of you, and how hard it was to put it where it belonged: in the past. "I know what you mean." Looking up, he reached for the door handle again. "Shall we go?"
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Troy smiled at Bod, adopting a horrible British accent. "Right ho, guv'nor!" He held up his hands to show he was joking. "I'm just kidding. I know you don't sound like that."
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