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plathsbitch · 2 years

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I could really use becoming a vampire right about now. it’s so romantic, so horrifying, so gruesome. gimme it

#vampire #Dracula #horror #gothic #literature #writer #author #dark academia #poetry #art #film #chaotic academia #creative writing #cottage core #theatre #history #music #light academia #romance

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mediocrewriters · 22 days

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We take our final bow, soak up the applause, and stand under the stage lights one last time, and with that, that show is over. We bump out and clear the space and say goodbye to the cast and crew who we won't see as often anymore, not yet fully realising the weight of what we've done until we get home. People who we saw at least once a week, and then every day for a whole week, now barely in our lives until whatever show we both do next.

You can try to bargain with time, gaslight yourself into believing it's not over, but there's no changing that it'll never happen again. Not like that.

So you sit with it, you realise you finally have a chance to breathe after all the chaos. Yet it feels wrong, everything hurts and you feel empty. A shark that has stopped swimming. It's like you've died and there's nothing left for you.

You don't know what will happen to you if you don't find a new way to keep moving before the cast party, but you know you have to for everyone you worked alongside to bring art to life.

#what now #what next #theatre #theater #musicals #musical theater #musical theatre #theatre kid #theater kid #closing performance #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #stage actor #stage actress #tech team #post show depression #tw mention of death

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entozoonart · 1 month

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I discovered Great Comet recently and I can't stop listening to the songs repeatedly please help

Anyway here's a little Pierre doodle that might just turn into an animatic

Please tell me this fandom is still somewhat alive 😭

#digital art #artists on tumblr #artwork #writers on tumblr #drawing #sketch #doodle #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #great comet #pierre #anatole kuragin #pierre bezukhov #musical #musical theatre

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jacks347 · 1 month

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When you remember you actively use Tumblr now so you can cross-post all your Discord fics :o (Enjoy Hadestown Bastard Warrior)

"You're really going after him."

Faith nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice, turning to see her only friend leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She just sighed, turning back to continue packing her suitcase. "He's the love of my life, Devlin. I won't give up on him that easily." "Sister, I know you're dedicated but he walked to the underworld willingly! He saw Hades and went with him!"

Faith snapped the lid of the case shut, spinning around to face Devlin with a fire in her eyes he'd only seen a few times before. "If going to Hades and demanding him back is what it takes then by God I'll do it!"

Devlin just stared at her for a minute, as if trying to read into her soul, see if she would squirm or break under his hard stare. She just stared back, rising to his challenge and daring him to question her. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily before digging into his pocket and pulling out a shimmering gold coin. He tossed it over to Faith who fumbled to catch it. It was ancient, the engravings in a long-forgotten script. The only thing she recognized was the embossed symbol on the back. It looked like a horseshoe but Faith knew better. Omega, the last letter of a lost language, the sign of Hades. She'd never seen anything like it, it was no currency from any country she recognized. What was it? Why did Devlin have it?

What did he know?

"If you're really sure about this, I can't stop you. But I can tell you how to get down there without getting yourself killed. Unlike Albus, you won't get the easy way down on the train. You'll have to walk the tracks. That is your ticket past the gates. I trust you'll treat it with care until you come back."

Faith clutched the coin tight, feeling the cold of the metal seep into her skin. "Tell me how to get him back."

The air was thick with smoke and suffering, a smell that burned her nose and threatened to choke the air out of her lungs. So this was Hadestown, land of the dead, domain of death itself. It wasn't quite the fire and brimstone she'd been taught as a little girl but it was close enough. It reminded Faith of the mines she'd visited while traveling on a charity mission. Faith sucked in a deep breath that stabbed her lungs, holding it in her chest as she pushed through the slow-moving crowd. She had to find him, she would find him, she would march up to Hades himself with her love in tow and demand he return with her if that's what was required of her. Gods have mercy on her, you couldn't blame her for trying.

She waded through the sluggish worker bees of the underworld, scanning every face for the one she desperately wanted to see. How long had she been searching for? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was impossible to tell. But gods be damned, she was standing by her word, she would not return until she found her warrior.

"You are a persistent one, you know that?" A voice from behind Faith chirped, making the priestess spin around. Who stood before her was someone...different. Faith couldn't exactly tell what they were but they certainly weren't one of the dead around them. It almost looked like they were made of...stone? Was that possible? The person tilted their head at Faith, their long purple hair falling over their shoulder. "You're looking for him, aren't you? The warrior that Dad brought down.” “Y…Yes, I am. Who are you? How do you know that?” The person laughed, straightening back up with a grin. “Call me Pandora. As for how I know, it’s kind of obvious. It’s one thing for one living person to be in the underworld but two? Consider it a likely guess.”

Faith took a second to compose herself before stepping towards Pandora, attempting to look intimidating. “Take me to him or I’ll-” Pandora held up her hands in surrender with an amused smile, cutting Faith’s threat short. “Take it easy, dear Sister. I was going to do that anyway. Follow me.”

“Dad! Dad! She came! I told you she would!” Pandora shouted as they kicked the door open to a massive throne room of sorts. Sitting in the giant throne was an equally giant man with the same carved stone design as Pandora, white hair, glowing eyes, and a kind smile. Faith knew who he was, she’d heard stories about him all her life. “Hades…” She whispered under her breath, making Pandora pause, turning to look at her. “Hades, Tyr, Jupiter, ancient giant, whatever name you wanna give him. I usually just call him Dad.” They turned back to the man, still beaming like a child bringing their parent a shiny rock.

Hades stared at Faith for a moment with a blank expression, making the priestess squirm before he smiled, standing from his throne and gently removing a black bundle from where it was nestled in his hair to place it on the ground in front of Faith. “Is this what you’re looking for?” His voice held a hint of laughter, revealing the bundle to in fact be Albus who had been peacefully sleeping on the lord of the underworld’s hair until he was moved and was now very much awake and not very happy about it. “What the hell? Why’d you wake me up, I was enjoying that-” “Albus!!”

The man in question barely had any time to react before Faith practically bowled him over as she threw herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed like he’d disappear if she let go, buried her face in his neck and cried. All the emotions she’d forced down since he left sprung to the surface, like a pressure release valve being pulled. “I thought I’d never see you again…I thought you left me…” She sobbed, her voice broken. Albus took a few seconds to recover before he very slowly and awkwardly hugged Faith back. “Faithful? I-I missed you but what are you doing down here? How are you down here?” “I could ask you the same question, you train-hopping jerk.” She sniffed, pulling her face out of his neck to look at him properly.

Hades cleared his throat softly, making Faith look up. His smile had turned sad and a little guilty. “Don’t be mad at him, little priestess. If you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me. I’ve been watching Albus for a while now, he intrigued me. So when I saw the opportunity to give him a better life down here, I took it. I only realized after I heard your cries that taking him wouldn’t be as consequence free as I thought. I’m sorry I took him from you. Now I must ask, how did you get down here?”

She begrudgingly pulled away from Albus to properly face Hades. “I…was guided. In a sense. Someone told me how to get down here.” “Someone told you?” Pandora chimed in, looking very confused. “But the only person on the surface who know how to get down here without the train is…oh.” They took a second before bursting into giggles. “He really disguised himself again? Wonder how long it’s been. Did he give you the coin?” “Yes…he did.” Faith slowly pulled the golden coin out of her pocket, letting Pandora get a close look at it. Hades let out a soft chuckle of his own. “Seems Hermes has taken quite the liking to you if he was willing to help like that. Or does he still go by Devlin?” “Devlin is Hermes??” “Hermes, Mercury, maybe Odin if you squint at it, names are never consistent.” Pandora shrugged as they ticked off each of the names on their fingers.

Faith turned her attention back to Albus, her heart hurting at the thought of having to return without him, even if she knew he was safe. Would it be selfish to ask for him back knowing he was doing well here? She shook the thought away. No, she came down here on a mission, she was going to fulfill it. “Hades, my lord, I do thank you for your hospitality but I’m sure you know I don’t belong down here.” “Of course, you’re still living, you must return home.” “Then, I’ll go. But I’m taking Albus with me. If the living cannot remain in the underworld, he can’t either.” Hades frowned at that, his brow furrowing. “Dear Sister, he came down on the train. He gave up his life, he is no longer part of the overworld. The dead cannot return to the land of the living.”

Faith felt her heart stop. No, that was impossible. Sure, Albus went willingly but that didn’t mean he was dead, right? Then again, he did step onto the train. He took the dead way down. She felt sick. “No…no that’s not possible. I came all the way down here, I’m not leaving without him. I refuse! There has to be another way!” Hades thought for a moment, muttering quietly under his breath before sighing. “Fine. I’ll let you return with him.” Faith’s entire body relaxed in relief.

“However.”

He continued before she could start to thank him. “You must return the way you came, back up the railroad tracks. But you will not be side by side, hand in hand. If you wish to bring the dead back to life, you must lead him, standing one in front of the other. You must have faith in yourself and in him to remain behind you. If you turn back to check if he’s there at any point in your journey, he must return to the underworld and you will continue back home alone. It will not be easy, there will be those on your path that will try to make you doubt. Whether you choose to listen to them or not is up to you. That is my condition. Choose to take it and I’ll let you go. Choose not and you will return alone. Will you take this test of faith?”

Faith contemplated for a minute. A single file walk back home, simply having to trust that he would be there. Could she do it? Did she really have the mental strength to?

She had to. There was no other choice. She came all this way, she wasn’t going to leave without him.

Faith turned to Hades and nodded solemnly. “I’ll take the test. We’re going home.” Hades smiled, something encouraging but also worried. “Then let’s send you two on your way.”

"Think they'll make it?" Pandora looked up at Tyr curiously. His face was caught between tired and hopeful.

"I don't know." He frowned, the tired sadness in his eyes taking over as his shoulders sagged like a sudden weight had dropped upon them.

"Tyr, you let them go." Pandora looked back at the two with a worried expression, the retreating figures of the pair as they started on their journey inspiring both excitement and fear. Tyr's soft laugh had her staring up again in confusion.

"I let them try." The hope was back, a smile just barely tugging his lips up.

Maybe...just maybe...

Faith was terrified, she really had to admit. Her hands were squeezed together in front of her to keep them from shaking and the only sound was her heart hammering in her ears. She could do this. There was no reason she couldn't. But there was still something weighing on her, like a block of marble threatening to crush her heart if she let it hope too much.

“You really think you can do this? Bring someone back from the dead that easily?” The voice was new, lilting and dripping in honeyed sympathy. Right, this was the enemy of the return trip Hades had warned her about.

The Fates. Or Fate, she supposed in this case. He'd told her this one was called Kravatas. Believed to control the lifespans of everyone through golden strings. They didn’t much appreciate being challenged, so the path back to the surface would have them whispering in her ears the whole time, making her doubt herself in an attempt to make her break the deal and turn around. She just had to be stronger than them.

"Poor naive Sister Koria. Why do you think no one has succeeded in this before? What makes you think you're better than anyone who came before you to walk this road?" He hissed, his sweet tone doing nothing to hide the acrid venom in his words. She knew she shouldn't listen, that he was just trying to mess with her. But something in his words made her hesitate for just a second.

"Faith? Faithful, listen to me. Just keep going, you have to trust me. I'm right here, I'm still with you." Albus’s voice pierced through her thoughts, reminding her that she wasn't alone in this. She took a trembling breath, wishing desperately she could turn around and hold him or at least reach back to touch him. Some kind of physical sign that he was there. But she couldn’t. All she had was his voice and her own faith in him.

“But does he have faith in you?” The voice was back, she could practically feel his breath curling against the back of her neck. And as much as she didn’t want to think about it, his question hit her. Did Albus have faith in her? He was living the good life in the underworld, the only reason he was going back to the surface, a life he loudly expressed his hatred of, was because of her. He could turn back at any time and never say a word. She would be left all alone and not even know it until she got back.

No, I can’t think like that. He wouldn’t do that to me. Sure his life hasn’t been great thus far but he loves me. I know he loves me.

Right?

Faith had long since lost track of how it’d been since they started walking. The hissing doubts of the Fates becoming white noise that buzzed in the back of her head. Not like she needed them, her own doubts were far louder.

He’s still there, right? He hasn’t spoken in a while, I can’t tell. He wouldn’t have turned around without telling me, right? He wouldn’t just leave me, right?

Faith had bitten her nails down to nothing, her nailbeds aching. She couldn’t hear, she couldn’t think. She just needed a minute to process but she had to keep moving. There was nothing she could do. It was just her, the road ahead, and her own thoughts. And that was the scary part.

I just have to trust him. I know Albus. He might’ve gone down himself but he’s coming back now. And that’s all that really matters, doesn’t it?

“He already left you once. Who says he won’t do it again?”

She nearly stopped in her tracks. He was right. She hated to admit it but he was right. Faith already had to walk down into hell for him once, took him away from a life he deserved far more than what the world above was giving him. What was stopping him?

“Do it.”

I have to.

“It’s just a peek.”

Just to check.

“Prove his love to you.”

Prove that I’m not a fool.

"Turn around, Faith.”

And turn she did, looking right into the betrayed eyes of the man she doubted.

In the dead silence of their walk through purgatory, Faith could hear both of their hearts shatter.

She knew Albus didn’t cry. He just didn’t. But nothing could hide the shine in his eyes or the waver to his voice. “Missed me that much, did you Faithful?”

It was all over. She’d let the Fates get in her head. She got in her own way. “Albus…I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you-” “Don’t apologize, Faith. I’ll see you eventually, right? Don’t forget about me while you live your life up there, will you?” “I don’t think I ever could forget you, Albus York.” She laughed wetly, his face beginning to blur from the tears that welled up in her eyes.

“I love you, Faith.”

“I love you too, Albus. I’ll see you again.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Devlin leaned back against the wall of the train station, flipping a familiar gold coin idly. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of Faith and Albus. Lovers torn apart by doubt and want.”

The gathered crowd burst into a mix of applause and sobs, as was the reaction every time he told this story. He didn’t blame them, it was a popular one.

His coin flipping was distracted by a small tug on his sleeve. It was a little girl, one who attended his stories quite often and he’d heard some of the Sisters call Kerano. “Mr. Devlin? Can you tell it again?” Devlin sighed, shaking his head with a smile. Kerano’s hopeful stare and bright smile were too cute to deny. “Alright, one more time. Just for you. Now, on the road to the underworld, there was a railroad line.”

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evanslawyer · 2 months

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Introduction~

Hey there! I’m KayJay but you can call me Kane! I’m an autistic aromantic asexual (or triple A battery) who loves to draw, write and create!

I love talking about OCs so feel free to discuss them with me! I’m also open to role playing with OC’s. I’m sure I’ll adore your characters! <3

Pronouns: Any! (Wait why are you referring to me?)

Other things I like!

~BoJack Horseman

~FNaF

~Musicals/Theatre in general

~Horror and Thriller media

Expect art for those type of things as they mostly take up my free time.

Anyways! I hope to make new friends^^

#artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #autism #asexual #aromantic #special interest #intro post #introduction #fanfic #fandom #fandoms #actually autistic #original character #character art #my characters #musicals #theatre #acting

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libraryfag · 5 months

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Often when transitioning from a concept album to a broadway musical, LPs will take a hormone which decreases their disco levels.

#the point in the 70s/80s when putting a show on Broadway became so financially difficult even well renowned writers had to either make a #concept album or use a smaller theatre first makes me so sad #chessposting #les mis #theatre tag #my posts #chess the musical

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sciderman · 4 months

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Do we know what music 616 Wade listens to? And how different is it from your Wade? I know that 616 Peter listens to classic 50s-70s music and dislikes/hates metal music, but i don't remember seeing anything mentioning Wades music taste.

I have a playlist devoted to songs that 616 wade's referenced canonically! i'm sure i've missed some, but these are just what i can remember off the top of my head

it's a bit of a patchwork - i don't think there's any common thread between any of them, i feel like wade's the kind of guy who just literally knows the lyrics to every song that floats across the airwaves. his brain is constantly on shuffle. i don't think there's one genre that he favours. it depends on his mood, how annoying he wants to be in that moment and – most importantly, the writer who's writing him's music taste, probably.

inexplicably though, if you were to ask me to attach some kind of genre of music to 616 wade specifically, it would probably sound something like my shiklahpool playlist - inexplicably. inexplicably.

#i really don't think 616 wade has enough consistency for me to even place what his favourite genre of music would be.#like sometimes he likes an artist and other times he's making fun of people who like that artist. no consistency between writers at all.#movie-verse wade definitely favours wham! and cher. and i think he likes the showtunes too.#movie-verse was either a theatre kid or vanessa turned him into a theatre kid. either way they both like the showtunes.#there's been references to 616 wade being something of a theatre kid a couple of times. he seemed invested in the cats revival.#so he has opinions about cats. only a theatre kid would have opinions about cats.#and he knows the lyrics to hamilton by exposure only.#sci talks comics

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voidesart · 7 months

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Good day!

My name is Finn, the written artist, and a hopeless romantic. And my previous blog got deleted, so I have to redo my entire account under the same name.

I use any pronouns!

Almost everyone is welcome, just don’t cause trouble!

SUPPORT PALESTINA

(Dni; P3do's, Z00philes, Racists or Homo/transphobes, z1onists)

I am a quintuple A;

Aromatic spectrum

Asexual

Agender

Autistic

Adhd

My hobbies are writing, reading poetry, reading in general, theatre, making moodboards, cosplay, listening to music, singing, and ofcourse, animation, drawing.

I also dress in a mix of modern emo and dark academia.

My favourite music artists are; Dazey and the scouts, Lovejoy, Rio romeo, Fish in a birdcage, Will Wood, lemon demon, the front bottoms, Melanie martinez, and the crane wives

I have alot of intrests, here are a few;

Ddlc

Hermitcraft

Horror

Violet Evergarden

History

Sorry

Kubz scouts

Fnaf

Heathers (1989)

Heathers (the musical)

Mean girls

Hamilton

Gacha

James Marriott

Callimara

Alice in wonderland

The amazing digital circus

Disney movies

Caryandconniegaming

Coraline

Beetlejuice

Friends

Of course theres more, this is just what I can recall at the moment.

I hope you people enjoy my blog :)

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plathsbitch · 2 years

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I have this disconnection between wanting to do and doing in my brain and I think it’s going to eat me alive.

I want to read but I can’t concentrate. I want to write but no words come out. I want to make art but I can’t feel satisfaction. I want to learn new languages, watch new movies, take walks, read academic essays on interesting topics, start a YouTube channel, change my wardrobe, take care of myself, drink more water, enjoy the sun, play the piano, go out and meet people, enjoy a night at the theatre, at the park, to stop worrying. But I can’t.

people say “well just do it.” It doesn’t appear to work that way. Am I the only one?

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autumnjewel63 · 2 years

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(CW: Suicide Implied)

I wrote this poem as a result of everything that happened to me this summer:

Please let me know if any of you can relate to this. I’m trying to open up about my journey with mental health and I hope me speaking up can help someone else.

#depressing shit #anxiety #ex best friend #broken #poetry #writers and poets #harry styles #blackgirlmagic #college #temple #musical theatre #broadway #tw depressing thoughts #tw sui implied

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vintagevict0ria · 1 month

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could you do an adam driverxreader where but they’re in high school; reader would be soft spoken girl who is just trying to make it through high school — adam is an outspoken theatre kid? Thanksss<333

'You don't have to be shy'

a/n: HI ANON!! Thank you so much for this! I hope what I wrote exceeded your expectations!! This was fun to write as it kept me on my toes! I love this so much and please don't be shy to let me know if you want a part two(bc i would LOVE to continue this!!!) Again, thank you for your request!! pairing: HighschoolAU Adam driver x f!reader warnings: fluff, reader wears glasses, no proof read >.<

xoxo :3

"Okay you are dismissed! Also do not forget about the theater production tomo-"

Before the teacher could finish, you were out the door. High school was hard and you were just trying to get through these last few years. As you passed through the hallway, all of the beautiful girls who had boyfriends and huge groups of friends made your heart ache. You had to admit that you were jelous of them. You didn't have very many friends- or any at all. Being shy and soft spoken made it hard to talk to people- or just talking in general was difficult.

You had a free period after your last class. Your favorite spot was outside the theater. You loved hearing the faint noises of the kids inside talking, laughing, or singing. You admired their talent and their confidence. One performer in particular- Adam - was the star in every show. His black hair and brown eyes had every girl staring at him, practically on their knees. It surprised you how he didnt have a girlfriend or atleast not that you knew of. The sudden singing caught you off guard from inside the theater. Was it Adam? The first production of the year was tonight so they had been practicing a LOT. The posters promoting the production were everywhere- literally everywhere. It was all people were talking about. So, you got tickets to opening night.

Taking your seat that night, all you could do was try to relax and not crush the stems of the flower bouquet that you were holding- that was for Adam. The girl next to you turned to face you “Are those flowers for one of the girls in the show?” You couldn't reply with ‘no it's for Adam!’ so lying was the best choice. “Yes.” The other girl laughed. Cuffing her hand around her mouth, she leaned to your ear; “I got mine for Adam- i'm his secret admirer” You immediately regret your decision of getting flowers for Adam. He would have hundreds by the end of the week and not have a care in the world for who got what. Her bouquet was so extravagant and colorful compared to yours. Your seat was close to the front and when the stage lights were on, the actors on the stage would be able to see your face.The show had started- Adam, the main character was on stage most of the time and when he would have monologes, he would look into the crowd. Specifically, looking at you. Was it on purpose? Surely not.

After the actors took their bows and the show came to an end, the audience exited the theater and congregated outside waiting for the cast to greet them. The crowd had grouped around the side stage door-where the cast and crew would come out from. You had been pushed to the back so you couldn't see what was going on but when you heard loud shouts and screeches, you knew Adam and come out. Faint "you did so good! from the girls and "thank yous" from adam could be heard. You hoped to gift Adam his flowers but there was so many girls, and oh so many flowers, there was no use. As you started to walk towards the door you heard someone call your name.

"Leaving without saying hello? Didn't your parents teach you manners?" Turning around, you saw Adam walking towards you. "Oh im sorry- I thought you were busy and I-" you looked down at your flowers, then at the large handful adam had already collected. "Nevermind, um well-good job i'll see you tomorrow." Adam couldn't get a response out in time because you had already left the building. God you were so embarrassing. You hated high school and wanted to be in college so bad. Having no romantic experience made it even worse. A shy, timid, unromantic, girl...could it get worse?

You had one singular class with Adam the next day. He sat behind you but never realized how weird this would be until the day after you and him had the encounter after the show. After taking your seat- not even a minute later- you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around you were greeted by Adams glowing brown eyes looking at you. "What are you doing after school tonday? Do you want to go grab some food? I have time before I have to be back for the show." His elbows where on the table and he placed his chin in the palm of his hands, smiling at you. Blushing- you had no choice but to say yes."Perfect, meet at my car and we'll go from there! Oh also here's my number." He slid you a piece of paper with his number on it. You put it in your bag to save for later. You couldn't focus for the rest of the day and the only think(or person) in your mind was Adam.

Finally, the day had come to and end. Once the bell rang you leaped up from your chair and headed towards the parking lot. Adam was leaning up against his black Hyundai Tucson. He was facing away from you and it wasn't until you cleared your throat that he turned around. His black locks wirled as the wind blew. His face immediately lit up as he saw you. "Hey." He shifted against his car so he was still leaning but he was fully facing you. "hi" This was your first date and you weren't really sure how this works. "Hear, let me get the door for you." He walked over to the passenger side door, opening it. You stepped in. Adam took your bag and placed in the back seat. Adam soon followed with getting in and eventually pulled out of the parking lot. "Any place in particular you want to go?" His eyes were on the road. "There's a coffee shop, its really good and has like sandwiches and stuff.." your voice died down as you finished your sentence. "Sounds good!" Adam smiled, glancing over at you for just a second before looking back to the road. His phone was connected to aux and was playing a mix of rock and musical theater music. Just a few minutes later, you reached the coffee shop. Adam wasted no time in exiting the car and going over to open the door for you. The wind continued to blow and adams hair was dancing around and across his face. When entering the cafe, you found a table and your musically talented date pulled your chair out for you. "How was your day, beautiful?" beautiful. His words shot through your core, causing your eyes to widen and for your face to become red. "oh um it was...Good." you stuttered over you words as you delivered your eyes away from his. Of course, Adam and his charm, couldn't help but laugh. "You know, you don't have to be shy."

"Im not!"

"Are too."

'Am not"

"whatever you say." Adam pushed back his hair and as he spoke

After ordering food and drinks and having a short conversation, you both left the cafe. As you walked out, Adam grabbed your hand and you spun around to face him. Lifting an eyebrow at him, "can i help you?" Adam didn't answer. that was with words that is. He pulled you into him and placed a kiss on your red tinted lips. Your face soon turned the same shade as the roses planted outside the cafe. "sorry" he whispered as he slowly pulled away from you. "here, you have some danish crumbs on you" Adam swiped his thumb agaist the corner of you mouth, causing a smile to form across your face. Adam smiled back, guiding you to the passenger door and letting you in.

The gentleman that he was, drove you back to your place and walked you to yout front door. "Will i see you tonight? At the show?" he tilted his head as he spoke. "I don't have a ticket, sorry." Adam suddenly started fiddling with his pockets and pulled out three tickets. One for each of the remaining shows. "I have some extras. You should come. Id love to see you again." you took the tickets from him and pulled them to your chest. "I'll be there., promise" Adam stepped closer to you, one hand on your left cheek, the other on your waist. He kissed you. Again. A euphoric feeling washed over your body. You face wass hot as his thumb brushed your face. He pulled away, smiling ear to hear. He mouthed 'bye' as he walked away to his car. As he pulled off, he yelled something from his car,

"Thou art wise as thou art beautiful!"

You laughed as he drove off. You didn't know what that meant or what that line was from but, deep in your heart, you knew that everything would be just fine....

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Marigold || Chapter 8 - Somewhere That's Green

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"Finally, it was the Saturday of the performance. Marigold was giddy the whole day. Not even a long walk around the deer park was enough to completely calm her. By the time they finally left for the show, and collected Violet on the way, Marigold was almost bouncing with excitement. "

James Potter, 26 year old Bachelor, wants to be one thing more than anything else: a father. Therefore, he decides to give foster parenting a shot. He then meets a little girl, who is set to change his life forever.

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"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Lempicka

The show is slated to open in just a few hours, and it is locked and loaded. Which means all that grace I gave to the first preview is now gone. Here's what's still not working:

The book is weak and dialogue awkwardly structured. It desperately needed an experienced musical theatre dramaturge. The creatives have been working on this for over a decade, and I fear they've dug their heels in and now have not fixed what needs fixing.

The score may as well rival ALW's hatred for women because that lead role is written in a way that is not sustainable for any singer, and frankly, even if it was, it doesn't grow. Eden starts off belting nearly every song and has nowhere to go from there. There's no crescendo, no climax, and with the substantial cuts to "Just This Way," it also harms what's ultimately slated in as the 11 o'clock number (and justice for Beth Leavel).

The writing team has sacrificed a great deal of character development and storytelling for the sake of showy vocalization. We need to place a hard cap on how much belting can be allowed in a show. One line belted at the climax of a song? Sure. An entire song start to finish? It doesn't sound good.

Eden is vocally not well. The strain of this score, the intense rehearsal and preview period, and recording the album on top of all that? Bad idea, all around. Who is looking out for this woman's vocal health. Get this woman an alternate before she vocal hemorrhages.

What is working:

Fantastic design elements. The lighting design elevates the whole piece. I adore the costumes. Pretty fond of the industrialist set too.

All of the supporting roles are solidly performed, as is the ensemble. You can tell they are all doing their absolute best to make this show work even as their parts get hacked and slashed.

Beth Leavel, my beloved, you deserve so much better. They cut up her only song and I have some not-nice theories on why they don't let her and Eden belt together anymore...

The opener is...better. Not great. But serviceable.

Verdict: Well...I'm Glad I Saw It

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