Disclaimers and summary on first chapter.
Notes: Now remember kiddies, this is back when the boho boys were in high school. Aww, and Maureen too.
Chapter 2 -I Don't Bother Watching-
+Mark's POV+ -past-
"Mark, close the back curtain."
I stop moving set props from the musical last week out of the way in the wings and go to the curtain pulls. Slowly I pull on the cord and the curtain slides across the stage, colliding gently when the two sides meet in the middle. Maureen's on stage right now, dancing wildly to techno music. After dragging me to some artsy club last month she's suddenly decided to be an interpretive dancer, at least for the moment. I don't bother watching, I've seen every version of it since she started planning two weeks ago. I go back to moving the remnants of the set out of the way and start packing some costume pieces that got left backstage into a box.
Sometime during this Maureen gets off stage and they call another name. I start carrying the box of costumes across stage to bring it back to the dressing rooms and I see that this time it's a blond guy that I've seen a few times before, particularly during the musical. He had one of the leads and also a really great voice from what I remember. He's sitting down with an acoustic guitar but there's no mic in front of him. I set the box down and pull one over from the opposite side of the stage and set it in front of him, adjusting it so it'll pick up both the guitar and his voice. I tap it and it responds so I get up to leave. He smiles at me, but I lower my eyes and walk away. I pick up my box again and as I'm leaving the stage I hear the first notes carrying throughout the auditorium and then his voice joins the sound and I hurry away before I can get too drawn in, there's got to be something else for me to do away from the stage.
I knock on the door of the girls dressing room and Maureen opens it half-clothed.
I look away. "Jesus, Maureen! Put some clothes on!"
She rolls her eyes. "This is a dressing room Marky. What do you want?"
I dig around in the box and pull out the only two pairs of pants and then shove the box full of dresses and shoes at her, averting my eyes. "Here, these go in there."
She takes it and opens the door further. "Something bothering you, Marky? Do you want to come in and talk?"
I shake my head, feeling my face redden and rush away into the boy's dressing room. I can hear her laughing even once I'm inside. All of the other costumes are hung up on hangers, but I'm a techie not a costume manager so I just throw the pants on the shelf above the clothing rack and leave, praying that Maureen has gone back inside and that the blond guy on stage is done.
Stupid talent show, I'll be so glad when the damn dress rehearsal is finished so we can just get it over with tomorrow and start getting ready for the spring play. Then I remember that Maureen would of course audition for it. Damn tech crew, anyway I'm fucked.
Shit.
I duck back into the dressing room, that guy is walking backstage now. I realize my error but it's too late to fix it once he walks in.
"Hey," He says smiling. "Thanks for the mic." He's still holding his guitar and then I notice the case on the floor in the corner. I nod, turning toward the costumes and pretending to be organizing them. I can play costume manager for a moment. I glance at the door. Or maybe I should just make a run for it.
"Hey, I asked you something. You listening?" He isn't angry, but amused. I turn in his direction, my eyes on the ground.
"No, no, sorry. I didn't hear you."
"I asked if you heard my song. I don't know if it's any good or not, they let you in this thing no matter what and I wanted some feedback."
I recall Maureen going on for nearly an hour about how they didn't provide many slots and it was really hard to get one because the auditions were tough and it took a lot of talent. I should of known better.
"Great." I reply, though I only heard the opening. "Great stuff." I start to move toward the door.
"Really? Wow, thanks man." His smile distracts me and I turn to look at him. He's practically beaming. Surprising myself I return the smile and then hurry out the door.
Notes: Now remember kiddies, this is back when the boho boys were in high school. Aww, and Maureen too.
Chapter 2 -I Don't Bother Watching-
+Mark's POV+ -past-
"Mark, close the back curtain."
I stop moving set props from the musical last week out of the way in the wings and go to the curtain pulls. Slowly I pull on the cord and the curtain slides across the stage, colliding gently when the two sides meet in the middle. Maureen's on stage right now, dancing wildly to techno music. After dragging me to some artsy club last month she's suddenly decided to be an interpretive dancer, at least for the moment. I don't bother watching, I've seen every version of it since she started planning two weeks ago. I go back to moving the remnants of the set out of the way and start packing some costume pieces that got left backstage into a box.
Sometime during this Maureen gets off stage and they call another name. I start carrying the box of costumes across stage to bring it back to the dressing rooms and I see that this time it's a blond guy that I've seen a few times before, particularly during the musical. He had one of the leads and also a really great voice from what I remember. He's sitting down with an acoustic guitar but there's no mic in front of him. I set the box down and pull one over from the opposite side of the stage and set it in front of him, adjusting it so it'll pick up both the guitar and his voice. I tap it and it responds so I get up to leave. He smiles at me, but I lower my eyes and walk away. I pick up my box again and as I'm leaving the stage I hear the first notes carrying throughout the auditorium and then his voice joins the sound and I hurry away before I can get too drawn in, there's got to be something else for me to do away from the stage.
I knock on the door of the girls dressing room and Maureen opens it half-clothed.
I look away. "Jesus, Maureen! Put some clothes on!"
She rolls her eyes. "This is a dressing room Marky. What do you want?"
I dig around in the box and pull out the only two pairs of pants and then shove the box full of dresses and shoes at her, averting my eyes. "Here, these go in there."
She takes it and opens the door further. "Something bothering you, Marky? Do you want to come in and talk?"
I shake my head, feeling my face redden and rush away into the boy's dressing room. I can hear her laughing even once I'm inside. All of the other costumes are hung up on hangers, but I'm a techie not a costume manager so I just throw the pants on the shelf above the clothing rack and leave, praying that Maureen has gone back inside and that the blond guy on stage is done.
Stupid talent show, I'll be so glad when the damn dress rehearsal is finished so we can just get it over with tomorrow and start getting ready for the spring play. Then I remember that Maureen would of course audition for it. Damn tech crew, anyway I'm fucked.
Shit.
I duck back into the dressing room, that guy is walking backstage now. I realize my error but it's too late to fix it once he walks in.
"Hey," He says smiling. "Thanks for the mic." He's still holding his guitar and then I notice the case on the floor in the corner. I nod, turning toward the costumes and pretending to be organizing them. I can play costume manager for a moment. I glance at the door. Or maybe I should just make a run for it.
"Hey, I asked you something. You listening?" He isn't angry, but amused. I turn in his direction, my eyes on the ground.
"No, no, sorry. I didn't hear you."
"I asked if you heard my song. I don't know if it's any good or not, they let you in this thing no matter what and I wanted some feedback."
I recall Maureen going on for nearly an hour about how they didn't provide many slots and it was really hard to get one because the auditions were tough and it took a lot of talent. I should of known better.
"Great." I reply, though I only heard the opening. "Great stuff." I start to move toward the door.
"Really? Wow, thanks man." His smile distracts me and I turn to look at him. He's practically beaming. Surprising myself I return the smile and then hurry out the door.