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WHO: ANY & ALL
WHERE: Recollé Community Center
WHEN: March 15th, Afternoon/Evening
WHAT: Auditions and sign ups for the Community Production of Romeo & Juliet.
WARNINGS: N/A, perhaps for language, will update as necessary.

Sign-ins for auditions and sign-ups for production crew in all aspects are at the table in front of the stage; the director and another community arts program associate can be found there. After signing in, those auditioning for parts are invited to pick up and share one of pamphlets with selected scenes from the play itself:

Act I, Scene I: Where Gregory and Sampson fight with Abraham and Balthazar.

Act II, Scene II: The infamous balcony scene between Romeo and Juliet, from Romeo's "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?" to Juliet's "How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?"

Act III, Scene I: Where Mercutio and Tybalt fight, only for Romeo to interrupt and Tybalt to stab Mercutio under Romeo's arm. From Tybalt's, "Follow me close, for I will speak to them." to Mercutio's "Come, sir, your passado."

And a fourth, randomized scene that doesn't appear to be the same amoung all the pamphlets. The director will be keeping things rolling by tossing auditioners on stage and ushering seconds to read parts if people aren't presenting in pairs; the monologues he waves off, saying he's more interested in the dramatics of people's on stage chemistry than their ability to drone on to the audience alone.

Details and scheduling on props, costumes, setting pieces, and the rest are all a mess of discussions throughout the night; the director takes a few breaks for refreshments, leaving the auditorium and falls and the rest of the community center proper (along with the grounds around the community center) for people to practice before their time comes to be up on stage.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I believe it means that they take out rapiers and attempt to cut each other down? It was quite the bloody play, as I recall.

[Romances in Shakespeare were always a little messy. Chloe walked up and looked curiously at the script. What part was he in? Was he planning to audition? Oh, that would be fun. She would imagine that he would make a dashing, angry little Tybalt pretty easily.]

Who are you auditioning for?

( a bloody... play... he thinks back to last year, the nods, vaguely remembering that a bunch of people kept dying or killing themselves. he'd forgotten most of the salient details about the play once class had moved through it. )

No one in particular. I'm here because I had to drag Anya in.

( he holds up the script thing either way, flipping through idly. )

Still need to pick one to read on stage.

Ah, is that so? Well, I shall wish you a broken leg all the same. That is the correct way to put it, yes? [Sigh. She wasn't really the play type. She really really wasn't.]

Perhaps you wish to attempt the famous scene with Romeo before the balcony? It is quite the well known one, yes? Though if you wish action, we are in a good scene for it.

... Thanks.

( He offers a sharp smile for that, not because he's feeling sharp: he's just not great at social expressions. The fact she knows enough to wish good luck with "break a leg" in this scenario is nice. )

Uh, action sounds less boring. Let's go for that one.

Hmmm, in that case, I will play Benvolio, and you can play Tybalt... just after we've broken up the louts in their play. How does that sound?

[Act one, scene one had quite a bit more action, after all. Mind you, the dialogue was a little weird, and she never liked Sampson very much.]

( He skims the scene excerpts, flipping to where he sees TYBALT in bold. As if to verify he's on the right track, he starts with a questioning: )

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

( ... belatedly, he holds up his hand as if he were holding an invisible sword. His eyebrow quirks up a moment after, grin turning into a more focused expression. Acting is not his forte: not like this. His performance is usually a different beast, and he's not trying to break out on the acting scene.

But acting with his body? Communicating like that? Oh, he has faith in his abilities in that arena. )

[She made a hand motion to look more or less like someone not trying to pick a fight, sighing very sadly. After all, Benvolio was quite the long-suffering one, wasn't he?]

I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

[This was actually kind of fun!]

( He's holding the script in one hand, invisible sword in the other. Ha! Right, okay, he can scan the lines and reply. It's not smooth as if he's had practice, but it's... Yuri settling in to whatever this is.

So he sneers. )

What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word ( he exclaims, using his "sword" hand to make a tossing motion, cutting and dismissive: ) As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee!

( shifting stance, Yuri squares off with Chloe, aiming his invisible sword at her breastbone. his call is an outright challenge, that smirk turning into a sharper look. )

Have at thee, coward!

( two steps forward and a stomp of his foot as he rolls his wrist and thrusts out with his arm... and his invisible sword. this is ludicrous, but in a way that's familiar. dancing is often enough with the unseen; sure, he's throwing words in today, but he can roll with that easily enough. )

[She gave a shocked look on Benvolio's part and twisted an invisible sword up to parry. Her eyes focused on Yuri and she spoke up in a non acting sort of way for a moment.]

I'll continue us. You play the Capulets, and I the Montagues...

[And she kept moving while handling the crowd's part, since Tybalt and Benvolio were a touch ... occupied right at this moment.]

Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!

( He rolls his shoulders, as if to say this is ridiculous enough, why not be ten people at once? He straightens, squinting at the lines that follow. For Capulet he stands straight, chin up, chest outthrust.

For his Lady, he cocks a hip out, lowers his sword, clasps his hand over his breastbone. all to transition back to Capulet himself, glaring forward and then calling over his shoulder, making a great motion with one arm that sends Yuri into following through in a spin and a stomp of his foot. )

My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, and flourishes his blade in spite of me.

[Why not? They could do a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead while they were at it. But, there was some fun to this, and she liked to think knowing the many lines helped to keep the scene in mind. When he spoke out and stomped, she made as if she were being held back by someone, presumably lady Montague. Her lines weren't quite as quick as his, but she kept pace ok enough.]

Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not. Let me go!

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