Tweedledum and the Tony Awards.

[notawaxwork]

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[hookahed]

Funny, I wouldn't have pegged you as an Angel type.

[notawaxwork]

Do you think I'm too devillish? Which type did you think I was? Please don't say Benny.

[hookahed]

Neither devil nor angel. You're more... hobbit.

[notawaxwork]

But I'm not short! And I don't have hairy feet or an evil ring in my pocket. And there are no Hobbits in Rent. Why can't I be Angel? I like dressing up, I can play drums and I'm nice. I suppose I could be Roger...

[hookahed]

It's the scruff that reminds me of Hobbits.

Now Roger... I can believe you as Roger.

[notawaxwork]

Really? But the Fab Hobbit Four don't have scruff. Are you saying I should shave? I could, but then Cassie might kill me. And my face would be cold.

Is it because I'm the pretty boy front man who wastes opportunities?

[hookahed]

Oh no, wait. I was mistaken. I meant Mark.

[notawaxwork]

Because I wear scarves? Or because I live a lie?

[hookahed]

An actor tries not to take casting personally.

If I were a casting director, you have the 'look' of a Mark, in my mind. And I can picture you standing on a table, singing 'La Vie Boheme'.

[notawaxwork]

I'm not, I'm just curious.

To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing. The need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going maaaaad! To loving tension, no pension. To more than one dimension. To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension. Not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and daaaad!

Hahaha, I love "La Vie Boheme". I guess it's not a bad thing to be a Mark type. Now if someone would cast me...

[hookahed]

I know the feeling.