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Mochamint? You know...Howie/Lance

I've watched too many Andy Rooney/Judy Garland "let's put on a show!" movies lately.

I want a "backstage" story. I'm thinking a Community Playhouse type of situation with everyone in their teens/twenties, etc. AU, of course. It's the yearly production and the dramas to go along with it. Actors, stage crew, director. Slash pairings, het pairings, no pairings. Your choice. I want Lance & Howie to be/get together, though. So use the popworld and twist it around. Just snapshots of scenes, if necessary.

Go to town!

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you are killing me here. I have a bunny already to write a sparkly recast of Pippin wiht all the backstage stuff... argh! It would not qualify as a ficlet at all. Must concentrate on College AU.

Pippin!!!

Who is Pippin?!? "Corner Of The Sky" is my theme song! And College AU's are of the excellent.

I want Lance to play Charlemagne, because I want him to sing War is a Science. But really, Joey would do so much better. Lance is sort of the chorus type, sadly.

JC is the Player. Period.

Pippin: Nick or Brian, not sure which. Both of them seem to have the right feel to me. I lean towards Brian, actually, which would leave Nick in the chorus.

Lewis: Now here's where I see Justin, and not just because of the close relationship with his mother. Or it could be AJ, either one would work.

Fastrada: I'm not really up on the girls, but I think that Christina maybe has enough charisma for this one.

Whats-her-name(the widow) Mary Sue! come on, you know she is. She needs to be vain and clueless, but have a heart of gold underneath that. Britney?

Grandma: Chris. In drag. With beard horns. Plus, he gets to be worshipped by scantily clad men.

Small Loveable Boy: Aaron at 12

HA!! Justin as Lewis! That's the first thing that popped into my mind.

Heh Nick and Lance in the chorus. During the Frolicing Number. The mind...wanders.

And I would pay damn good money to see JC as the Player. The only other role I can think of off the top of my head he would fit just as perfectly would be Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror.

the casting for this is quite nice. Howie? Kevin? I can see Kevin as the director and Howie as stage manager more than actually in the show.

I'm sorry, feeding the bunny, here. College AU!

Damn you, stop feeding the bunnies. Here you go. Sparkly!Pippin, just for you.

just read it, now I have to go watch my DVD of the show.

*squees happily*

"You ready?" Kevin asked.

Howie peered through the stage curtains, counting the men waiting for them. It was difficult since only about half of them were stationary, and most of those who were seated were not using the theatre seats in their indented ways. He looked back at Kevin. "I think I should be asking you that. They are extra rowdy today, and you're the one who will take the heat if they don't like your casting."

"I'll live. I can take any of them in a fair fight." Kevin grinned. "And you should be worried too, a couple of your designs could backfire." And with that he stepped around the curtain, striding to center stage. Howie smirked as he watched Kevin clear his throat, check his watch, and pretend to change something on his clipboard, all to no avail. Finally feeling that he's made his point, Howie stepped forward, using his stage manager's voice.

"Nick, Joey, put Brian down. AJ, get off of JC, he'll still be there later. And someone get that candy away from Chris or we'll never get anything done."

The group stilled instantly, and Kevin frowned.

"Ok, are y'all ready? I know we've all talked about our goals for this production, and with that in mind I've made the casting decisions. Howie has some rough sketches for costume ideas, and we'll pass them around as go."

Howie spoke up. "And when Kevin says rough, he means it. I think I got the right number of arms and legs on everyone, but I'm not an artist, I'm a costume designer. So no laughing."

Kevin waited for the laughter to die down before proceeding. "Ok, I'll start with the easiest decision. I had no other choice: JC is the Lead Player." The applause showed that all the actors agreed with the choice, and once Howie had ordered AJ out of JC's lap again, Kevin continued.

"Charlemagne will be played by Joey, and Justin will be Lewis." The two so designated jumped up to high five one another, and Justin flexed and posed for a moment, basking in the catcalls and wolf whistles.

"Fastrada," Kevin said, and the noise stilled instantly. He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, maybe I'll save that one, since you all seem so emotionally invested. But then that leads us to the main roles. Pippin and Catherine. That was a really hard choice, and I spent more time on that than any other. My final decision is based on a lot of factors, and I want you all to know that it could have gone either way. Brian, you'll be our Pippin. Nick, you're Catherine, and we've already talked about your little brother to play the Small Loveable Boy."

Howie watched of their reactions, proud of his friend when Nick quickly suppressed his disappointment. "Nick, we're not putting you in full drag. You'll be in a dress, but you'll be a man in a dress, ok?" Nick nodded, smiling gratefully. Howie knew that he hated drag.

"And tell them about Fastrada," Kevin prompted.

"Fastrada needs to be a bit more fem, enough to get the real force of her… complex relationship with her son she needs to be feminine. But tough and strong, so, AJ, I have a design here that still shows a lot of your ink. No padding, but you do get a swirly skirt to show off your hips."

"You go girl!" Chris shouted, and Kevin scowled at him. Howie grinned, and readied the next sketch.

"Don't be so quick to laugh, Kirkpatrick," Kevin said. "or should I say Grandmother?"

"Oh, no. Not me.. I don't want to."

"No one else has the comic timing and the high voice."

Howie passed the sketch down. "You'll be happy to hear that you don't have to shave your beard horns. We're going for over the top in you costume." He watched as Chris looked at the rough sketch, his eyes lighting up at the scribbled notes.

"Ok, yeah… I think I can work with this. But maybe if the shawl could be longer in back, and then I could trip over it a little…"

Kevin looked down at the disappointed faces of those he had not named. "The rest of you are the chorus. You're players, and soldiers, and then there's the orgy scene – plenty of opportunities. Everyone gets a peaking role, and a featured dance. That's the beauty of this show." He pointed to a line on his clipboard, raising an eyebrow to Howie. Howie shrugged, indicating that it was better for the announcement to come from the director.

"Lance, I want you to be the torch bearer. I think you can be a convincing pyromaniac." Kevin grinned, referring to an incident at their post production bonfire.

Lance grinned, but Howie could tell the smile wasn't reaching his eyes. As the actors lined up to get their scripts and discuss the costume sketches, Howie found his way through the crowd to Lance's side.

"Hey, honey, you ok?" He knew how much Lance wanted to play Charlemagne, he'd been stomping around singing War is a Science for days.

"Yeah, I'll get over it. Joey's gonna be great, he's got the stage presence for it."

"Well, you get to run around in a skimpy loincloth waving a lit torch, so be happy you don’t have to wear heavy robes and a fake beard, and spend half an act playing dead."

"Skimpy loincloth? You wouldn't happen to have influenced the costume designer on that one, hmm?" Lance whispered in Howie's ear with a low growl, and Howie shuddered pleasantly.

"I didn't have to. I happen to know he's a real fan of you in anything skimpy." Howie replied, running an appreciative hand over his boyfriend's ass and kissing him softly.

Pulling away and taking on his role of stage manager again, he assessed the chaotic group. "Joey, Brian, put Nick down. JC, get off of AJ, and get his shirt back on him if you can manage it. And someone get Justin away from Chris or we'll never get this read through started."

I love you, I hope you know that. You are getting the biggest hug in the world if we ever meet. Either at a sparkly thing, or at a Con.

This is so fun, I love it. Everybody roughhousing, Lance with the pyro.

*happy sighs*

HUGE hug.

I'm glad you liked it. And damn, I wish I could travel to sparkly stuff. But not in the budget, what with the uneployed husband. I never get much farther than LA, so if you ever come to Southern California, let me know.

And I just had such a strong image of long-suffering howie with his list of complaints. Put him down, Stop with the sugar, AJ put your clothes back on.

Driving to work this morning, I realized that AJ had to play Fastrada, and that was it, I had to write the story. And on the offical website (http://www.musicalschwartz.com/pippin.htm#overview) it says that Pippin's been optioned for a movie. SQEEEE!

really? That's so cool.

the rockingness of you knows no bounds. pippin is my holy grail of musicals. i love pippin. i stage managed for pippin. pippin. PIPPIN!!

now we're gonna have to sing "glory" in line. you know this, right?

I did costumes for it - I made the male dancers wear loincloths.

Glory! and Extraordinary!

Ooh, hon. That was just lovely.

I'm glad that bunny bit you (tho' I hope it didn't hurt too badly) 'cause that was pretty awesome.

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