Week One

[stagemanagers]

[Yesterday, everyone woke up in a strange place and realized that they'd been kidnapped, and also that everyone else around them may or may not be kinnies? Wow, what a weird escalation of kin drama! Given what some people have seen of Spongebob's freaky arm thing, though, maybe it's not that at all?

Your Assistant Director, Hester, showed off her stuff and immediately had her life threatened by Lumpy Space Princess, who got her life threatened right back. Maybe you should keep that in mind if you decide to pay Hester any more visits! She won't be making another public appearance this week, but as promised, she'll be available for visits and consultation in the Principal's Office during business hours.

If you don't want to chat with Hester, there's always the school to explore! Some of you might also be receiving mysterious coins next to your bedside this week - those must be useful for something, right? There's lots to do, and you all seem like a group who can make your own fun, so enjoy your first week of school!]


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(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with Hester. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

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AUDITIONS

[violentenvies]

[here's where you can leave a note about what happens at the Auditions, or drop a tag to be played out if you wish!]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah waltzes into the choir room just barely on time, and flops down at a seat at the very back of the risers. Her very heavy purse slams down into the seat next to her-- which may be kind of mysterious, until the crinkling of packaging is heard.]

I'm Farrah. I'm here to audition for the audience.

[violentenvies]

[Well that

is unexpected.

Salieri turns in his chair at the front to look at her, blinking a couple times]

...Very well. I'll critique your capability as a member of the audience at the end of the auditions for performers on stage. [drawled, dry. Two can play this sarcasm game.]

[brokeforgood]

[She just kind of stares at him for a while, like who is this old dude, and is his response what she was looking for? .... She can't decide. So She just kindof slumps back into her chair and gets her snacks situated before anyone can actually get started.]

Yeah, and, if you need any audience reviews, I am an a capella group founder.

[violentenvies]

[old dude wow he's in his fourties technically how rude.

Anyway, that statement does have him raising an eyebrow]

Oh? A founder. My, and how shall I address the founder of such a group? Does Mademoiselle Farrah suffice? Or would you prefer Lady Farrah instead? [there's a slight lilt of amusement to his tone. Yes he did memorize the Yearbook]

[brokeforgood]

[She's about to retort that just because she goes to a rich kid school doesn't mean she's got that level of snobbery behind her, but...]

It does have a ring to it, right? I mean, we've got a chick straight up claiming to be a Empress running around. Next to that, it's hard to be extra.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassandra is not there on time, but she is there before some others appear, and that must surely account for something.

She steps into the choir room cautiously, like she's on eggshells. For all the world, she looks like she's not even sure why she's here.]

So, this is where the auditions are?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is just finishing setting up for the auditions when Cassandra comes in, and he admittedly looks a little surprised to see her]

Ah. Mademoiselle Cassandra. They are indeed.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Yeah. I guess I'm... here. To audition.

[Was she pushed in here? Quiet possibly? She seems to always have one foot turning to leave.]

Uh, what was it again that we're auditioning for?

1/2

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's initial surprise turns into some thing with a touch of annoyance]

You were at the meeting, if I recall. [DRYLY]

2/2

[violentenvies]

However, [his expression smooths into a more polite expression] I'll paraphrase briefly: I'm putting on a scene from the opera I'm composing entitled Les Denaïades. There is audition music there, [he gestures to a small table at the far side of the choir room where stacks of sheet music are lined up] if you would like to showcase something from the piece, or if you have something else you'd like to perform, that is also acceptable.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

I know. I know - Sorry. I've been a little busy lately, okay?

[Other things busied her mind like thoughts of escape, and wrestling the shadowy figures of an american president and a fury. She hasn't given much time to going back over the specifics of his play, but she hoped that hadn't been plainly obvious.]

I, uh... How about I just sing something of my own and you decide whether it's worth adding to the play or not?

[wanderlusttitania]

[Well, here comes Elisabeth, fiddling with a guitar.]

Ah, please give me a moment, monsieur, I am still trying to tune this.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri brightens when he sees her]

Ah, Madame Elisabeth. Please, there's no rush. Take your time.

[wanderlusttitania]

Thank you...

[With that, she gets out the sheet paper she found, and takes a deep breath as she finishes.

Guitars were like weird zithers. One hand apart from the other. She can do this. It's just one of the greatest composers of Imperial Vienna. No need to be too nervous.]

I'm going to play Bach for my audition.

[Another deep breath, and she starts to slowly play. It's definitely hesitant, given how she's just not used to playing a guitar. Not quite in rhythm. But she is definitely doing her best to play it, to get her fingers used to being positioned on the neck. The plucking part, at least, is no trouble.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri listens to her play, politely, with interest, and when she finishes, he smiles]

That was lovely, Madame Elisabeth.

[wanderlusttitania]

Thank you...

[She slowly stands.]

Thank you...I intend to practice more as well, so I hope I shall improve my technique with time, monsieur.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's no performer. Honestly, the idea of getting up on a stage in front of hundreds of people terrifies her. But this... with such a small group, maybe something like this would be fun. So, a little after lunch, she wanders in to investigate.]

Um... I don't have any idea what to audition for, but if you need any help, I'd be happy to lend a hand.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is actually just running through some scales on the piano when she steps in, and pauses in his playing]

Ah, well...if you wish, I have some sheet music for an instrumental and vocal audition here if you'd like to take a look. [he motions to where the sheet music he's laid out earlier.]

However, we could use some help as well. [Salieri pauses, taking a moment to mentally flip through the Yearbook] Mademoiselle...Elsa, isn't it?

[defyingfrigidity]

[She nods.]

Elsa, yes. I'd be glad to help backstage, perhaps with costumes? But if you need more help on stage, I... could give it a try.

[She's trying to get better at being in front of people, after all. What better way than some sort of performance?]

Do I need to sing one of the songs provided? If not, I have something in mind.

[violentenvies]

Help with costumes would certainly be a boon. Mademoiselle Woods is doing the main designing, but I'm certain she would very much appreciate help with their construction.

[as for the other subject, consider his interest piqued.]

As for the audition, you do not at all need to sing the songs provided, if you have something else you wish to sing.

[mayavericks]

[Maya is fully confident in her own audition, and this time manages to put even more oomph into the performance than previously. Mostly, though, she's curious about how Salieri is finding his prospects (aside from her). She takes a seat beside him in the midst of a performance and asks, as non-disruptively as possible --]

What do you make of them?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is, naturally, very impressed with Maya's performance, and her company is more than welcome. As she sits next to him and asks his opinion, he pauses, considering, while leaning back in his chair and watching his next auditionee]

It is, overall, a decent availability of talent, I believe. Not enough for a full opera, of course, but certainly enough for a short performance such as this. We're lacking a bit in instruments, but the fortepiano plus the two strings will make up for it well enough in a smaller space.

[he glances at her out of the corner of his eye, leaning back in his chair a bit and folding his arms over his chest]

And you? What's your opinion?

[mayavericks]

Truthfully? [She casts a glance up toward the stage, then back out toward the hallway.]

I did not expect this level of talent. The majority of those that I've spoken to are untrained in the arts. Yet nearly everyone has shown a substantial level of talent and discipline. They may be unrefined, but the pieces are there.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri listens, though his eyes go back to the stage--before he gives a small nod in response] I agree. A little less than half of those auditioning have never done any kind of professional singing or performing, nor have ever thought of doing so. But...[he lifts a shoulder slightly]...what better time than now, really?