"Eliteish" rehearsal

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Connor had occupied himself in his usual seat in the house, watching his cast assemble on stage. It was the middle of the fourth week of rehearsals and he hadn’t bothered to learn any of his cast members names other than the principal characters, everyone else was the name of their character (or referred to as ‘extra number one’). Connor

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[apoorboy]

Jesse had shot Rachel an accusing look when Connor mentioned illness; if she managed to ruin the play with some vague, probably psychosomatic illness, Connor's wrath would be the least of her problems.

"Don't flake out on me, Berry," he said under his breath.

When Connor gave instructions to run through the numbers, Jesse moved with speed and confidence to the spot from which he would begin the scene. He glanced down with annoyance at his jeans jacket, wishing he had Billy's three-piece suit and hat to really help him get into character. The light Chicago accent came easily enough, but the costume affected everything else: the way he would move, his posture. Jesse supposed it was easier for the dancers to rehearse in street clothes, but they'd have to learn to do it all in close-fitting costumes eventually.

He waited for Rachel to join him for their scene.

[abrassband]

Rachel may have been a lot of things - a drama queen, a diva, a prima donna, the only daughter of two gay dads - but a show-ruiner she was not. While she would sulk and moan about not feeling one hundred percent in the privacy of her own home (and on the internet), rehearsal was another thing entirely.

She drugged herself to the gills with Vitamin C and DayQuil, pumping as much Red Bull through her system as she could tolerate, and went on stage ready to give it her all. So it was with a slightly annoyed glare that she made her way towards Jesse, character shoes click-clacking against the stage floor.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped, falling into character as she reached his side. "I'm scared!"

[apoorboy]

Jesse had to grin at her melodramatics, but he sobered up instantly, adopting Billy's cocky, confident tone.

"Don't be. I've been around a long time. Believe me, you've got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus. A three-ring circus. The trial, the whole world... all show business. Kid, you're gonna be a star."

He said that last line with absolute conviction, giving Rachel a small, secret smile to indicate that it was for her too.

Rachel Berry, you're gonna be a star.

[abrassband]

While she hadn't appreciated his irritated grumblings before they had begun rehearsal, Rachel was never one to deny a powerful performance. And even now, as they sang through the scenes with lackluster talent behind them - their performances were always on-point - she couldn't deny the charm that practically oozed out of him as Billy Flynn.

His smooth-talking voice eased her soul; she found herself smiling along in agreement as he moved in between the dancers. When the dancers snapped, she had to bite back the urge to snap along, keeping time instead with a nearly imperceptible tap of her heel.

If she was going to be a star, he was a supernova in front of her. She loved to watch him perform.

[morbidbubbles]

Tina Cohen-Chang, as of late, extremely grateful she was part of this musical. It was the only place where she could focus on music and enjoy performing without worrying about her 'status' with Artie. Were they even friends anymore? She desperately wanted to know, and when she was at Glee rehearsals or at home and stuck with her own thoughts, she couldn't get him out of her head.

Having been cast as Liz was probably the best thing that could've happened for her. It combined singing and dancing, which where her strengths, and while she certainly didn't have as many lines as a character like Roxie or Velma, the Cell Block Tango had enough speak-singing that she felt like she was challenging herself. Having recently come out of the 'vocal closet' to her friends by dropping the fake stutter was a blessing in terms of the play, but she still had a certain shyness that she was working through.

Currently, Tina was backstage going over her lines in her head because she wasn't needed in this scene. "Ever had Morton before? ..She's fine,

[blazeatrail]

Thumbing through her script, Aislinn was busy watching everyone else rehearse between looking over lines. She practically had everything memorized by now, but she just liked to be sure, all right? She was also fully aware she wasn't entirely needed right now, but she just liked to be around the process of it.

Rehearsals were still a bit lonely for her, feeling like the dopey awkward freshman on the sidelines, but she didn't really mind. It would come in time, she was sure. And until then, she'd just do the very best job that she could and blow everyone's mind with her talent without seeming too cocky. That wasn't too difficult a goal to achieve.