So as far as Geoffrey knew, his production of Twelfth Night was well under way. No, really -- despite it having been weeks since his
posters had been altered, he had somehow entirely failed to notice that the people who were signed up for the play were, in fact, signed up for a completely different one. This meant he was probably due for something
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Lola was quite nervous. She'd found a monologue to read, which she was indeed very happy about, and was picking at her sheet of paper, trying to calm herself down. Okay. This was good. When her turn came, she put the paper away and stepped up in front of the people, trying her best to not shake. Inner peace, inner peace... She was an angel, for crying out loud. And she was good on a stage, even though she usually sang instead of acting. She could do this.
"Hello," she said politely and smiled, nervousness melting away and turning into a gentle serenity that softened her features. "I'm Lola. Um. Hi."
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He softened a little and stood to greet her, trying to be gentle. "Hi, Lola. I'm Geoffrey. You're here to audition, I take it? Do you have something to read?" And, because it was worth a shot: "And, um... what play are you actually here for?"
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Lola took a breath and smiled again. "Well, the play is A Midsummer Night's Dream, isn't it? My monologue is from Twelfth Night, but I just like it so much I couldn't help memorising it."
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He was glad he was being nice to her, though, because he actually liked her better than most of the other auditions if only for the reason that she actually liked his play. When she mentioned it, his eyes lit up. "Yes, well, the play appears to be A Midsummer Night's Dream," he said disdainfully. "But Twelfth Night is much better."
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She waved at Geoffrey and grinned. "Hey. Am I in the right place for the auditions?"
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He hesitated, then waved her over to him, leaning close. "Out of curiousity, uh... what are you actually here to audition for? Just... for the record." So the last twelve had all been here for the Dream. A man could hope, couldn't he?
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"Chimchimeney, chimchimeny, chim chim cherree!
It's time for auditions with Mr. Geoffrey!
Though there's some what say Shakespeare is too dull and long,
I'm sure I can 'elp out with a wee bit of song!
In the theatre at 'Ogwarts!
We'll all get along!"
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Somewhere, he had to have a razorblade. He turned away and fished deep into his pockets, smiling grimly as his fingers brushed metal. Pulling it out, he slid it into his mouth and rolled it over his tongue, expertly managing to somehow avoid cutting himself. The motion was oddly soothing; something in his shoulders seemed to settle, despite (or maybe because of) the imminent prospect of death such a thing suggested.
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The rabbit nods to the chimney sweep. "Bert! Good job. Yer with me on set crew, workin back stage, keepin things runnin'. You down with that?"
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He stared.
Finally, Geoffrey stood slowly, swallowing back the rising lump in his throat. He put his hands on the back of the chair in front of him to support himself, his eyes large and round and shining. "Before my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes," he murmured, voice shaking. Suddenly, he twisted around to look for Oliv-- no, for Ellen.
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But then she caught the look in Geoffrey's eyes and forced herself to actually focus. Wait. This was...
No.
"Geoffrey?" The word was a tremulous question and Ellen half rose, eyes flicking from 'Hamlet' to Geoffrey and back again. No. It couldn't be. This was another 'Geoffrey gone mad' moment. This guy was not actually Hamlet.
Was he?
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"Yeah, so, I mostly do action films. How many explosions are in A Midsummer's Eve? I do all my own stunt work. I have my own sunglasses so you can go easy on the costume budget. Let's do this thing. Ahem." He cleared his throat.
"This is a dramatic reprise of my starring role in 'Dangeresque 1: Dangeresque, Too?'."
Donning a large pair of orangey sunglasses that clashed oddly with the color of his red wrestling mask face, Strong Bad struck what he felt was an action pose.
"Oh, I had to swing by Cool Weapons Surplus for a new nunchuck gun. And a Reesy Cup milkshake. Let's get one thing straight, meatball...face...butt: I work alone. 'Cept when I work with Renaldo...which is all the time."
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Geoffrey had his work cut out for him with this kid, but something in him wanted to take him on. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Could you try something a little more... dramatic?" His voice wasn't critical -- he sounded almost hopeful, really. "And would you mind taking off your-- accoutrements?" He gestured vaguely towards his own face and waved his hands.
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