#the globe did cast a black actor as romeo

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Regarding castings for R&J in general, the strangest phenomenon for me is still Ethnic!Juliet and Anglo!Romeo…like. They’re both Italian. They’re both English characters. Juliet doesn’t inherently read more ethnic nor Romeo more Anglo. Hell, Romeo is explicitly an Italian name. Yet the general tendency is for a Anglo!Romeo and EthnicLite!Juliet. Where are my hot ethnic Romeos at????

[phanlight]

The Boy on the Blue Moon Dreams of Sun

prompt: dan is a theatre kid who hasn't had his first kiss but has to kiss someone for a show. he doesn't want his first kiss to be wasted so he tries to get it done properly beforehand & he meets phil and w/e you can take it from there!!!

““Tell you what,” Phil leans into him, and Dan can smell his cologne. “We’re gonna come back up here again, okay? And you’re gonna tell me about yourself. Properly, this time.

Dan frowns. “Isn’t that what we’ve spent the past ten minutes doing?”

“Yeah,” Phil says. “The only difference being next time we do this, I’m going to ban you from saying the word ‘acting’. So I can hear about you, the real you, and not whoever you pretend to be for a living.”

-

GUESS WHICH BITCH IS BACK AND WRITING AGAIN (spoiler: IT ME)

I thought it was about time I branched out a bit and tried my hand at a theatre au. This was so much fun to write (albeit kinda hard as despite being a literature student my Romeo and Juliet knowledge is a little subpar lmao lets hope I at least sort of did it justice tho) and deffo has more than ur daily dosage of angsty teenage actor!dan so look forward to that. thank u to the lovely anon who prompted me with this! (also yes i’m still relying on ptv lyrics for my song titles after 3 years sh)

Also I’m sorry if the writing in this is a lil inconsistent. I started this fic literally over a year ago and abandoned it for ages before finding and continuing it again. The first half was written in literally like mid 2016 (from which point my writing has obv improved a lot) and since then I’ve been working on it sporadically so if it feels like halfway through my writing style suddenly changes then that’s why OOPS soz

This was not supposed to be this long im so sorry wtf 13k ??? fuks sake

It’s the first time Dan’s ever been pissed off with being cast a lead role in a play.

He usually loves it – he loves the attention, loves having a ripped up script full of highlighted lines and more soliloquies to memorise than he can even keep count of. He shines under the warmth of the spotlight, lapping up the attention like a hungry cat, and when the applause ripples throughout the audience at the end, he can’t get enough of the sound.

It’s just- well, there’s one problem with his part.

It’s nothing he has against Romeo, not necessarily, and the piece itself is okay – Dan’s copy of the popular play in question is already crumpled with annotations; small post-it notes spilling fluorescent colours out of every crease (studying English literature alongside Drama always comes in handy as far as Shakespeare is concerned) and Romeo has a decent amount to say.

The problem is, he’s going to have to kiss someone.

Dan Howell, the one who snaps up almost every single role he auditions for, the one with a clay personality that can be moulded perfectly into whatever role he’s going for next, the one who lives the stage and breathes the lights, who was once described as ‘the heart and soul’ of the local theatre, is going to have to kiss someone.

And believe it or not, Dan Howell, the same seventeen-year-old who breezes through auditions leaving a flutter of girls at his feet, the same guy who was once rumoured to have made out with three people at the Les Miserables afterparty and the same guy who once had to reject two people in one night, has never actually kissed anyone before. Not properly, anyway.

Granted, he’s been extremely close to it a fair few times – having been in and out of auditions and callbacks since the age of about five, he’s come into contact with a considerable number of roles that involve love interests; only last month was his character Eddie supposed to kiss the love of his life, Alexandra, in the back of a car at a drive-in cinema. It was a play that one of the drama students had written; set in the fifties, all red-and-white ice cream parlours and hand jives and high school dances and Marilyn Monroe posters. Dan had enjoyed playing his part, and not just because it was the only opportunity he’d get to sport a black leather jacket (though he did decide leather looked really quite hot on him after that play. It’s almost a shame he’s vegetarian), but because the minor obstacle could, like every single other time, be solved with a stage kiss. Just a few seconds of his back to the audience, being agonisingly close to someone else’s lips, before pulling away and raking though his mind to try and remember the next line. It’s always worked for him, every time.

Except for this. Because the director, a Lucy Howcroft with a loud voice and a bossy personality, has only gone and booked them the Round at the Old Vic theatre. Which would be fine, of course it would; it’s one of the most popular theatres in the city and the theatre group is going to get a huge reputation for this afterwards, but it’s not so handy as far as stage-kissing is concerned. When you’re being stared at from every angle three-hundred-and-sixty degrees around, there’s no way you can get away with only partially leaning in to kiss.

“Are you sure there’s no way around this?” Dan had insisted when he’d stolen a moment after rehearsal to talk to Lucy. She’d been clearing her desk – a papery mountain range, and had looked a bit too busy to talk, but Dan would rather discuss this with her one-on-one instead of having to voice his feelings with twenty other pairs of eyes staring at him.

“For someone who just bagged yet another lead role, I would’ve thought you’d be a little more gracious than this,” Lucy had muttered, snapping a file shut. “I didn’t have to cast you, y’know.”

“It’s not- I am grateful, you know I am, it’s just-“

“Is there a problem with the casting of Juliet?” she’d offered, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Dan had insisted. “She’s fine.”

“The costume, then?” she’d tried. “I’m not a bloody mind reader, Dan. Help me out a bit here.”

Dan had shut his eyes and taken a deep breath, trying to comb the tangle of words in his head into some kind of coherent sentence.

“I mean- I just- the venue,” he gulped. “It’s- there’s a bit of a problem.”

“What about it?” Lucy sighed, irritation tracing the edges of her tone. “I fail to see what’s so problematic about getting a slot at the Old Vic of all places, but if you have any objections, then do enlighten me.”

“It’s not that, it’s just-“ Dan gulped, not really too sure how far he’s going to get with this. The bitterness already in her tone didn’t sound at all promising. “I don’t know. Do we have to perform in the round?”

“Christ, is performing in one of the most popular theatres in London that much of a chore?”

“No, no, I just-“ he gulped, trying to work out how the hell he’d word this without sounding like a twat. “I’ve never really… you know. Performed in an environment like that before.”

“You’ve been acting for twelve years,” she said bluntly. “I’m sure you have enough experience to be able to deal with a round stage instead of a rectangular one.”

“But- like, isn’t the round meant for- like… you know, Greek plays and shit?”

“It used to be,” she’d said, taking care to apply extra emphasis on the past tense. “Since when were you so hung up on the traditions of theatre, anyway?” she’d added after a pause. “Only last week were you totally in favour of the idea of having a rap battle in the middle of Othello.”

Dan had frowned, because that wasn’t really fair – sure, a rap battle isn’t exactly a common feature of Shakespeare’s plays, but no one could deny that Louis, playing Iago, was pretty good at freestyling whenever a mic was thrown in his direction. Despite not adhering to the conventions of traditional English theatre, it certainly made the play more entertaining.

“It’s just gonna be- you know. It’s gonna take some getting used to,” he’d mumbled instead.

“You have three months to get used to it,” she’d pointed out. “I’m sure you and the rest of the cast will have familiarised yourself with it by the time the production comes around.”

“But- the round is traditionally meant for-“

“Look, if you’re going to get so archaic about it, I can always build a time machine, book the open-air Globe for, like, sometime four-hundred years ago, and you can spend the next three days picking rotten tomatoes out of your hair,” she said. “Does that sound better?”

“They only did that to bad actors,” Dan had pointed out. Lucy rolled her eyes.

“And you know what makes a good actor, Dan?” she retorted. “Flexibility. The willingness to branch out of your comfort zone.”

Dan had sighed. He’s not going to get anywhere with this, is he?

“You know what?” he’d finally shaken his head, defeated. “Forget it.”

She watched him turn on his heel with a raised eyebrow. “See you Tuesday, then? First read-through of the script is at eleven in the morning.”

“See you then,” Dan muttered, not even bothering to turn around.

He let the door slam behind him.

It’s not that Dan doesn’t want to kiss anyone – (quite the contrary, really. He loves the idea of it, loves the thought of someone’s lips pressed up against his, the world slowing down around them and his heart feeling like fire. He’s always tried to incorporate that feeling into his acting, letting his passion leak into every character he’s cast, but when the stage lights are off and the curtain is down, his attraction to his colleagues ends there) – it’s just- well, he doesn’t really think he’s found the right person to share the real experience with, yet. His fellow actors and actresses aren’t unattractive by any means, but he doesn’t look at any of them and find himself struck by the desire to taste their lips and whisper incoherence into their ears like Eddie was supposed to do in the back of that car.

Seventeen, and still hasn’t had his first kiss. Still doesn’t want to waste it, at that.

Pathetic.

-

Technicians don’t get paid enough, Phil thinks.

He’s spent the day holed up in the trap room, devouring what was left in the back of the fridge (including a half-opened pack of Doritos that tasted like they expired about five years ago) and puzzling over this fucking broken light board that everyone had very kindly left him to take care of. It had already taken him over half an hour to get one of the chunky old Mac laptops up and running again (seriously, who in this day and age is still using an iBook?) and even then it only really half-functions – a handful of keys are missing, the trackpad only ever seems to work when it feels like it, and there’s a huge hairline crack right across the screen. Phil’s spent so long cursing through gritted teeth and smacking the table in frustration every time the damn thing freezes that it wouldn’t come as a surprise if he ended up contributing to those cracks by the end of the day. Maybe that’s how they ended up there in the first place.

“You alright?” the door suddenly opens and a voice – Nick, Phil presumes, breaks the aching silence that the room has been blanketed in for the past four hours. Finally, Phil sighs, feeling a pinch of anger melt away. Human company.

“Been better,” Phil mumbles, popping a couple of grapes into his mouth. Been better, he scoffs to himself. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t been worse.

“Chuck me a coke, will you?” he pulls up a chair and puts his feet on it, perching on the edge of the table. Phil heaves out a sigh – that involves getting up – but musters up enough energy to lean over and yank the fridge open. He tosses him a can, and Nick catches it expertly.

“Nice of you to show up,” Phil rolls his eyes. “Only four hours late this time. That’s an hour and a half off your personal best.”

“They said they didn’t need me here ‘till three,” he protests, popping the can open and taking a few gulps. “They said you had it all under control.”

His sentence is punctuated by a burp. Phil grimaces.

“Under control,” Phil snorts. That’ll be the fucking day.

“What did they leave you here to do?” he frowns.

“Only fix this entire fucking thing,” Phil nods over to the stupid light board. God, he’s sick of the sight of it. “Beats me what’s wrong with it. I’ve only just managed to get this dinosaur up and running,” he gestures to the corpse of a laptop in front of him, “let alone look at that.”

“Fuck me, man,” Nick sighs out a heavy breath. “If I knew, I could have come in earlier to help you out a bit. You should have texted me.”

“It’s fine,” Phil sighs even though- well, it’s not, really. There’s only so many hours of broken technology and out-of-date food one can take. “It’s not your fault,” he adds truthfully.

“They’re twats sometimes, aren’t they?” Nick lowers his voice, despite the fact they’re literally underground here, beneath the earshot of everyone.

“I’ll say,” Phil widens his eyes, trying to click something and- nope, it’s fucking frozen again. “For fuck’s sake. They’re all bloody loaded, too. You would have thought with the money they have, they could fork out a little for equipment that at least half-functions, right?”

“Yup,” Nick sighs. “Guess bookings for overpriced fancy-ass theatres are higher up on their agenda, though.”

Phil can’t argue with that. Apparently they’re going to have to wire up something in the Old Vic, of all places, next week. Phil dreads to think how much hiring that place out for even a few hours is going to cost, let alone booking it for three nights.

Probably more than enough to buy a better fucking laptop.

-

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

Be not her maid since she is envious.

Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

And none but-“

“No- no,” Lucy holds up her hand. “Come on, Dan. More emotion than that. You’re telling the love of your life that even the moon is envious of her beauty. At least pretend to put some passion into it.”

Dan rolls his eyes – only the fourth time he’s had to repeat this fucking soliloquy in the past fifteen minutes. He’s pretty sure he’s only one “no, no, it’s too (insert adjective here)” away from giving up with this whole thing altogether. He’d rather have played Benvolio anyway.

“Come on,” Lucy continues. “We’ll take it from Be not her maid…”

Dan shuts his eyes, scrapes up the remaining traces of his sanity, and takes another breath.

“Be not her maid since she is envious.

Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!

It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.

Oh, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Her eye discourses. I will answer it.—

I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they retur-“

“No, no-“ she interrupts him again and for fuck’s sake, at this rate, Dan won’t even need to spend any time in his bedroom going over his lines. He’s pretty sure he’s memorised half of the monologues already just from recapping in rehearsals alone.

“Come on, really feel it,” she pleads. “You can’t say something as romantic as that with a face like yours – you’re literally saying that two stars in the sky have gone away and they’re asking Juliet’s eyes to shine in their place until they return.”

Dan balls his fists, ready to snap back that yes, he’s fully fucking aware of what’s going on in the play thank you very much, in case she hadn’t forgotten he did actually study it for three separate exams and subsequent exposure to the text in question has made him rather familiar with the occurrences currently taking place, but they’re all interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Lucy huffs, mildly irritated.

The door knob jitters, then twists.

“Hiya,” a black-haired boy nods tiredly, pushing through the crack in the door. Dan immediately recognises him – one of the tech guys, he thinks, but he isn’t entirely certain. He’s never really spoken to any of the crew before; they tend to keep well out of the limelight (they’d rather control it instead).

“Everything okay?” Lucy asks, before turning to Dan and Alexandra (his Juliet). “You two, take five. Be ready to take it from the top.”

They both relax and take a seat on one of the upturned wooden boxes. It isn’t until Dan takes the weight off of his legs he realises how much they’ve been aching – fuck, he really needs to get back to that gym.

“Any luck?” she says to Mr. Black-Hair. He’s holding a laptop that looks as if it’s seen better years, never mind days, and a long cord of wire that snakes around his fist.

“Nothing at all,” he sighs, flicking a strand of his fringe out of his eyes. His hair looks as if it hasn’t seen a hairbrush for days, but there’s something about the way it sits shaggily on his head that kind-of suits him (Dan wishes he could pull off messy hair – he only attempted ditching the straighteners once and spent the rest of the day wondering if any birds had mistaken his head for a nest).

He doesn’t realise he’s been staring until he catches the tail end of Alexandra’s sentence and realises he hasn’t actually been listening for the past minute or so.

“What was that, sorry?”

“I asked you how you were finding Romeo so far,” she repeats.

“Hm? Oh yeah, yeah- he’s fine,” Dan says, not taking his eyes off of Mr. Black-Hair. He’s lost the thread of their conversation (he’s no lip reader) but by the looks of it, it seems as if there’s a problem with one of the laptops.

“Are you sure?” Alexandra frowns. Dan looks at her, but his glance is soon pulled back to the technician.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She shrugs. “You don’t really- I don’t know, you just don’t seem to be… you know. That into it, y’know?”

“Wait-“ Dan shakes his head, trying to focus on their conversation instead of the one a few metres away from. “Hang on- what? What makes you say that?”

She raises her eyebrows, as if to say ‘really?’. Dan’s expression remains carefully blank.

“Come on, Dan. We wouldn’t have had to repeat this stupid scene like, five times if you were actually into it. I’ve seen you do way better than this.”

“Oh, not you as well,” Dan groans, deflating. He’s pretty sure that exact sentence had fallen from Lucy’s lips not so long ago. He’s sick of hearing it, sick of having to sit and listen to people tell him that he ‘can do way better’ and ask ‘is everything all right, Dan? Nothing bothering you, is there?’ because he’s just ‘not himself’ at the moment.

That’s the most ridiculous one, he thinks, because for Christ’s sake, he’s an actor. He’s never himself.

“No, I don’t mean it like that,” Alexandra says, backtracking. “You know I don’t. I just- I think I overheard Lucy say you had a problem with something or other last week?”

“Did you,” Dan mumbles, unable to keep the bitter sarcasm out of his town. Alexandra remains unfazed.

“What was that about, though?” she remains unfazed. “Nothing to do with the casting, is it?”

“You really think it’s to do with the casting?” Dan stares at her in disbelief, before scoffing. “Yeah, like, I’m gutted to have bagged the lead role alongside you at one of the best theatres in the country. How am I going to cope?”

Not entirely truthful, but not a complete lie either.

“Just making sure,” a grin tugs at her lips, and she flicks a curl of red hair behind her shoulders. “I don’t have much of a problem with it myself, to be honest.”

“That’s reassuring,” Dan smirks sarcastically, but his tone is fairly benign. There’s certainly no denying she’s fucking gorgeous and it’s really no wonder she’s Juliet – she has hair the colour of a sunset falling down her back in ruby curls, emerald eyes framed by a curl of long eyelashes and cherry red lips that stretch into a wide smile whenever Dan cracks a joke, giving way to a small dimple on the side of her cheek. Her skin is pale, the colour of moonlight, almost, and he idly thinks, just for a fleeting second, that the moon probably would be jealous of her. She’s beautiful.

“Certainly don’t have a problem with getting to snog you in front of a thousand people, I must be honest,” she adds, and Dan’s stomach drops and his grin vanishes. Shit.

He wrings out a laugh, internally wincing at how false it sounds. “Yeah, I- um-“

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” someone mutters a few footsteps away from them. He snaps his head up, and Lucy plus Mr. Black-Hair are hunched over the desk, clearly getting nowhere with the absolute disaster they call an iBook.

“Wait- what’s the problem?” Dan suddenly gets up. He feels a little bad for leaving Alexandra so abruptly so he throws her a little apologetic ‘be right back’ glance, but he can’t help it – he might actually be able to help, here.

He shoves down the other voice in the back of his mind, the ‘or rather you’re just grabbing at any opportunity to avoid any potential conversation about the kiss you fucking wimp’

“It’s okay, Dan, sit back down. I’ll be with you both in a second,” Lucy calls over her shoulder.

“No, really,” Dan insists. “I know a thing or two about Macs. I have one myself, and-“ he catches Lucy drawing in a breath, ready to protest, and he regrets the spill of words almost as soon as they come out – fuck, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut? – but Mr. Black-Hair turns around, an eyebrow quirked upwards.

“Really?” his stare is the colour of ice, the sky on a December morning, but it’s weirdly warm at the same time.

“I- uh, yeah,” Dan stutters when he remembers how to talk again. “I’ve always had Macs. They’re great when they decide to work, but they can be a bitch when they begin to act up, and-“ he cuts himself off with an awkward shrug, “yeah.”

“Tell me about it,” the technician smirks. “This bastard-” he nods to the chunky white rectangle in his arms, “took me like, half an hour to boot up alone. And now it’s been frozen for like- twice as long as that. I’ve only had chance to type in my password so far.”

Lucy’s still standing in the middle of them and it’s getting a bit difficult to ignore the stony glare burning into Dan’s peripheral vision right now and even harder to avoid eye contact with her, but it doesn’t stop him from offering some help, albeit rather inappropriately timed.

“I- um, have my MacBook with me if that helps?” Dan offers, trying not to feel the heat of his blush when Mr. Black-Hair looks straight at him. “I mean- if you don’t need it that’s fine, but like- it’ll function a bit better than that thing,” he shrugs. “I dunno. It would probably save you a lot of time.”

“Really?” he raises an eyebrow. “Like, with you right now?”

“Yeah,” Dan says. “I mean – I haven’t got my charger on me, but it’s on, like, eighty percent. Should be fine.”

“I mean-“ he throws a permission-seeking glance, towards Lucy, who Dan is pretty sure would be having steam coming out of her ears would it be humanly possible. She fixes Dan with a hard stare, a real ‘go on; be my guest’ look that’s always comes across as more of a dare than permission, a challenge for his conscience, but he can’t help an apologetic smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s cool with you, right?” his lips say before his mind catches up.

Lucy rolls her eyes in defeat. “If you absolutely must. But only- only because I could do with the extra time to independently go over one of Alexandra’s soliloquy.”

His face breaks out into a grin, and he’s not that sure why. “Thanks, Luce. I owe you one.”

“Don’t you make a habit of this, though. Remember; this is your own rehearsal time you’re sacrificing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dan calls over his shoulder, trailing off. Mr. Black-Hair holds the door open behind him, and suddenly they’re out of the rehearsal studio and walking in a weird mutual silence sitting in a strange middle ground between comfortable and uncomfortable, across the car park and over to the actual theatre.

“Are you alright to do this, yeah?” Mr. Black-Hair (Dan seriously needs to come up with more imaginative mental nicknames for people) breaks the silence on their walk down to the trap room.

“It’s no problem at all,” he smirks as another wooden step groans under his foot. “Anything to get out of rehearsal.”

Dan’s never really been here before, never touched the underground territory where the technicians lurked, but there’s something about the atmosphere of this place that grips him.

-

Half an hour passes, and Dan couldn’t really tell you why he’s still sitting down here, still sitting on a revolving chair with a rip in the upholstery, under half-broken beams, tables that look like they’re seconds away from collapsing, and a lot of weird technology that he’d never even attempt to get his head around (seriously – do they even need this many buttons?). He’d given his laptop to Black Hair to receive a very emphatic ‘thank you, like seriously you’re a fucking lifesaver if I spent a second longer with that piece of shit I really don’t know what I would have done’ and the job had been done in seconds. Since then, a casual conversation had been struck up and Dan finds he doesn’t actually want to go back upstairs just yet.

“You two sounded really good in there,” Black Hair comments. They’d been talking about the play. “From what I heard, anyway.”

“Thanks,” Dan says, trying to ignore the quiet blush that warms his cheeks. There’s nothing quite like someone complimenting his acting. “Clearly not good enough for Lucy, though.”

“Few things are, Dan,” he sighs, and Dan only finds it half-weird that this guy knows his name, but Dan doesn’t actually know his. It’s unnerving, sure, but nothing he’s a stranger to. “She’s been on at you all morning.”

“Yeah,” Dan pauses, before adding an apologetic “sorry, I- um, I don’t think I caught your name?”

“It’s fine. I’m Phil,” he grins, and Dan thanks his lucky stars there’s finally a name to put to the face.

Dan studies him briefly, and frowns. “You do look familiar, actually.”

“Yeah – I do all the donkey work downstairs,” he grins. “You may have seen me emerge from the cave every now and then.”

Dan chuckles, deciding there and then that he likes Phil.

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” Dan asks, studying the square lights looming above them, one of which he notices is stuttering slightly, flickering on and off every now and then.

Phil shrugs, not taking his eyes off of the screen. “Kinda. But I mean – I have my little crew down here, y’know? There’s five of us. We just like- keep each other company. Help each other whenever we need to,” he glances at Dan. “Oh, and sneak up to the theatre and watch you guys every now and then.”

Dan giggles. “Brilliant. Must be a nice little community, though.”

“Yeah, it is,” Phil hesitates. “Or perhaps ‘support group’ might be a more appropriate term. For the poor sods who have to put up with shitty laptops and gross food.”

Dan laughs, and helps himself to another Dorito.

-

“Okay, right- Dan, sorry if this sounds a bit weird because- like, we’ve pretty much only just met, but like- um- I was wondering if you wanted to-“

“Phil,” Dan cuts him off. As an actor, there’s something about hearing people stutter and ramble without really saying anything that tends to grate on him. “I’d love to.”

“Really? Well, I-“ Phil stops and frowns. “Hang on a second. How did you know I was gonna ask you to hang out?”

Dan shrugs like he hasn’t spent the last thirteen years mastering the sciences of body language and speech and how they can be applied to the acting world. “Lucky guess, I suppose.”

Phil smiles. “I mean- would you? Like, really?”

“Of course,” Dan says.

“Well yeah, like- I don’t have to be home for a while yet, and I have a car so we could just like- drive around for a bit? Go to town if you want?”

Dan smiles, and repeats what he said before he even knew what Phil was going to say.

“Yeah. I’d love to.”

-                                          

It’s a bit of a weird result to come out of lending his laptop to a stranger for a while, but it’s how Dan finds himself spending the evening sat in the passenger seat on the top of a car park roof, blasting some weird indie song from the depth of Phil’s Spotify and watching the sun sink further behind the buildings, painting the sky warmer with every slow minute that passes on the dashboard clock.

They’d had a drive around the city together, sometimes talking, sometimes letting lulls in the conversation give way to thoughtful silences, both of them tapping away to Phil’s music taste, but Dan thinks it’s been about fifteen minutes since either of them last said anything.

“So,” Phil is the first to break the silence. He flicks the last of his cigarette out of the window (Dan had insisted on rolling down the windows before he did that – there’s no way he’s going home stinking of an ashtray). “Tell me about yourself.”

Dan looks up from his phone at that, his heart thudding.

“You what?”

“You know,” Phil’s gaze doesn’t move, his eyes fixed on the view in front of the windscreen. They’d picked a spot at the very top of a multi-storey car park overlooking everything, leaving the city a pool of lights and colours and life far beneath them. “I don’t really know you. So tell me about yourself.”

“I- um-“ Dan gulps. This wasn’t really a question he came prepared for. He shrugs. “I don’t really know what there is to tell, if I’m honest.”

“Oh, now come on,” Phil presses. “Just- anything. Your hobbies. Your life. Your dreams. What you want to be when you’re older.”

“I feel like I’m in a bloody job interview,” Dan chuckles. Phil’s lips quirk upwards in response.

“You are. I’m interviewing you to see if you’re fit for the job of being mates with me.”

“The ‘job’?” Dan frowns. “Like it’s a chore?”

“That’s for you to decide,” Phil grins. “Now, come on. I wanna hear about you.”

Dan gulps, silence falling for the first time in a while.

“I- um, well I think my hobby is probably pretty obvious, for a start,” Dan begins. Phil rolls his eyes. “And what I wanna be when I’m older, too. I’m gonna do a degree in Drama, I reckon.”

“What else are you into, then?”

Dan stops for a second. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on,” Phil presses, flicking his lighter and sparking up another cigarette. “You must have other interests besides acting. You got a girlfriend?”

Dan clams up. “Um- no.”

“Oh. Boyfriend, then?” he quirks his eyebrows, and Dan shakes his head miserably.

“Afraid not.”

“Glad we established that,” Phil smirks, but Dan doesn’t really smile back.

He chews on the inside of his lip, having a staring contest with a pair of headlights sliding across one of the roads beneath them.

“What music are you into, then?”

Dan swallows, trying to think. It’s like someone’s scraped over his mind with an eraser, rubbing out his interests and his life and his personality, all pencilled in with weak lines.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugs. “This and that. I like whatever this is,” he nods to the Spotify track on Phil’s phone. “Bit of Indie, it’s good. Oh, and I love- what are they called? Pink Floyd?”

“Floyd’s good,” Phil agrees. “And Nirvana.”

“Yeah,” Dan gulps, feeling another silence probe the conversation.

“You into the Smashing Pumpkins?”

Dan shakes his head.

“Oh, okay. Slaves?”

Dan shakes his head again.

“Genesis?”

“Never even heard of them.”

“Cobalt Night?”

Dan shakes his head again

Phil cackles. “Oh Christ. You do realise I made that last band up?”

“Oh god,” Dan can feel his cheeks burn peony. “I’m not doing myself any favours here, am I?”

“Don’t worry, I’m only messing with you,” Phil says. “I think it would be more embarrassing if you said yes, to be honest.”

“True,” Dan shrugs, feeling Phil’s stare burn into his side profile. He sits back further in his seat, keeping his stare.

“You’re not really into much, are you?

Dan shrugs.

“I’m more into Musical Theatre, really. Ever since we did a production of Hamilton I haven’t really been able to get that rap out of my head,” he chuckles.

“Right,” Phil sits up a little bit and clears his throat. “Well we’ve established your music taste and your hobby. Who are your favourite actors, then?”

It’s like someone’s flicked a switch inside Dan. His eyes light up.

“-and Leonardo DiCaprio, oh my God, don’t even get me started on him. I mean- who wouldn’t fuck young Leo? Have you even seen him in Titanic? And Romeo and Juliet too, Jesus Christ he’s gorgeous. He’s so fucking gorgeous. I’m not gonna do Romeo’s role any justice when he’s my competition, am I?”

Phil just nods and says the odd ‘hm’, listening to Dan’s stream of consciousness.

“-and Helena Bonham-Carter, what a fucking legend, man. She’s just- her character is just so versatile, you know? I mean- there’s a good reason she’s in literally everything, and that’s because she’s fucking amazing- have you seen Fight Club? You must have seen it, it’s incredible. She’s incredible. It’s a bit of a mind fuck if I’m honest, what with the split personality thing and everything, but- oh God, Brad Pitt is so good in it too. And he’s pretty hot, I’m not gonna lie. Well, until he grew out his hair and looked a bit like a farmer. But- where was I? Oh yeah, Helena Bonham Carter-”

“She was good in Sweeney Todd, too,” Phil comments, and he’s off again.

“-like, that was the first time I ever saw Johnny Depp act, and by Christ that film creeped me out. I mean- I was only like, seven when I watched it so of course it was gross, like, what seven year old watches people do- you know, that, to paying customers? I feel sorry for the poor sods who just went in there wanting to give their beards a trim. But- yeah, they were both really good in Sweeney Todd. I had a bit of a crush on Helena- and Johnny too, for that matter, I mean come on, who didn’t? But then I found out Johnny Depp is a bit of a dick in real life so I went off him after that. But Helena’s still cool, obviously.”

“She’s good, yeah,” Phil nibbles at a protruding hangnail on his thumb.

“And- oh god, who’s another good actor? Oh, don’t even get me started on Morgan Freeman. Absolute fucking legend. Like, oh my god. Him and that other one- god, what’s his name? The guy from Donnie Darko?”

Dan’s brain is moving far too quickly for Phil to keep up and he has no idea what the correlation between Morgan Freeman and Donnie Darko is, but he gives it a shot anyway.

“Jake Gyllenhaal?”

“Yes. Yes, oh my god, that’s the one,” Dan’s face breaks out into a grin. “Fuck, Donnie Darko. What a film, man. My friend has a tattoo of it, and-“

It continues like this, Dan chatting nineteen-to-the-dozen and Phil counting the glitters of passion in his eyes, before they’re both interrupted by a buzzing on Dan’s lap.

“Oh shit,” he grabs his phone. “It’s my mum.”

Phil doesn’t know what she’s saying on the other end of the line, but judging by Dan’s apologies it sounds like he’s stayed out here for a little too long.

“Sorry,” Dan mumbles, tugging on his seatbelt. “Lost track of time a bit, there.”

“Clearly,” Phil grins.

“This was good, though,” Dan says. “Like, really good. Thanks for, you know. Suggesting this.”

“Tell you what,” Phil leans into him, and Dan can smell his cologne. “We’re gonna come back up here again soon, okay? And you’re gonna tell me about yourself. Properly, this time.

Dan frowns. “Isn’t that what I’ve spent the past like- hour doing?” he glances at the clock and shit, has it really been that long? It’s pitch black outside, the only light coming from the glitter of the city beneath them (shit, it really is beautiful from up here) and he was supposed to be home forty-five minutes ago.

“Yeah,” Phil says, starting up the engine. “The only difference being next time we do this, I’m going to ban you from saying the word ‘acting’. So I can hear about you, the real you, and not whoever you pretend to be for a living.”

-

The next few days pass in a blur of line-learning, enduring Lucy’s lectures about how he just ‘isn’t putting enough ‘oomph’ into it, come on now, we’ll take it from the top one more time’ and Dan has to act like he actually gives more of a shit about what Romeo’s saying right now than what Phil had said in that car a few days ago. He has to act like it isn’t what he’d been reciting over and over in his mind, the words digging grooves into the back of his mind and making themselves at home.

He has to act like there’s more to his fucking life than acting.

-

The next time Dan sees Phil, they’re both cooped up in a control room eating lunch in a companionable silence; Dan going over his lines and Phil puzzling over these two wires that are, according to him, sly bastards that won’t fucking go in these holes Jesus Christ, to which Dan had shut his eyes and prayed to god no-one outside the room had caught that out of context. There’s a huge control panel, rows and rows of buttons and sound mixers and, as Dan had very accurately christened them, “slidey-things” in front of them. He has no idea what any of this stuff is, no idea what a “cross-fader” is or what the hell a “submaster” is supposed to do, but every now and then Phil will casually lean over and flick a switch or press a button and a stage light beneath them will change.

“What’s up?”

Dan looks up from his script. He’s been poring over his lines for so long he’s pretty sure stripes of yellow highlighter are now permanently inked into the back of his mind, now.

“What? Nothing.”

Phil swings his legs off of the bar they’d been resting against. They’re halfway through sharing a KitKat (Dan had taken a trip down to the Co-op at the beginning of the lunch break and returned with a bag so heavy with food it had left a dent in his hand, insisting Phil can’t be living on stale crisps his entire life) and watching a rehearsal, one Dan doesn’t have to be in for once, through a pane of glass.

“You’re going to have to do better if you want to convince me, Mr. Theatre Kid,” Phil reaches over to the bowl in front of them and plucks a grape from the stem. “I thought you were good at acting.”

“What do you want me to do; leap up and perform a jig?” Dan turns a page, the paper rustling a bit too loudly. “I’m fine, Phil. Stop reading into things too much.”

Phil stares at him. “You’re sat there with a face as long as my leg, and I’m reading into things?” he quirks an eyebrow. “Be careful. If you stare at that page any longer it’ll probably burst into flames.”

“Shut up,” Dan mutters, the edge in his voice a little too sharp for it to slip by as a joke.

Phil does.

Dan sighs. “Sorry, I just-“

“Rehearsals getting to you?” he suggests softly. Dan doesn’t plan on letting the real problem slip; Christ, he can only imagine the havoc that would ensue if it got around that as well as obsessing over acting he’s also never actually kissed anyone, so he quickly takes Phil up on that.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I mean- Romeo’s a good character to play, I guess, but he does have an awful lot to say.”

“You’ll be okay,” Phil reassures him. “You still have months of time left to memorise your lines. When’s the play?”

“Seventh of February,” Dan says. Two months from now.

“There we go,” Phil says. “You have plenty of time yet.”

“I guess so,” Dan shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve done this millions of times before,” Phil says. “You’ll be fine; I know you will. You’re a natural.”

Dan wishes he knew the half, he really does, but there’s just something about Phil’s smile that makes him almost want to believe him.

-

Dan manages to tell Phil a little bit more about himself next time they’re on the roof together, and in return, he learns a bit about Phil too.

“Well, when I was acti-“

“Nuh-uh,” Phil interrupts him. “No acting talk, remember?”

Dan rolls his eyes. “It’s relevant to what I was gonna say. It’s an important part of the story.”

“Wherever the hell you can fit acting into a story about you and your friends getting drunk and stealing a supermarket trolley because you couldn’t afford a taxi, I’d be very impressed.”

“You’d be surprised,” Dan grins, and that was the only time acting came into conversation that night.

-

Dan learns Phil is eighteen, that he’d failed his driving test three times before passing because he was driving on the wrong side of the dual carriageway, and swears he’s going to give up smoking next year, he promises. He learns that his favourite colour is blue because he likes the way the colour skates across the ocean water in the summer, and that he used to be scared of dogs before his parents got him a puppy for Christmas, a bouncy Labrador called Daisy with a love for the sun and walks down to the beach.

“I fucking love dogs,” Dan beams.

“So do I, now. Took me long enough,” Phil agrees, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Daisy’s so cute, oh my god. You will love her.”

Dan doesn’t say anything, but there’s something about the definite use of ‘you will’ that he likes.

He, in turn, finds that he does have some thoughts and feelings and dreams hidden away in there, beneath the façade of scripts and stage lights and acting. He finds he does have stuff to say, stuff that isn’t always attached to a web stringing back to the theatre. He tells Phil all about his cat, Ozzy (a little shit who takes great pleasure in knocking all his belongings off of his desk and sleeping on his laptop, but he loves him anyway) his annoying next-door neighbours who don’t seem to see any problem with blasting ABBA at three in the morning, and they manage to find common bands they both like. Oasis is playing when the sun sinks, the sky darkens, and the city lights up beneath them.

“God, I love this one,” Phil mumbles, his speech obscured by the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. “Don’t Look Back In Anger. It’s one of their best.”

“Oh god, yeah,” Dan agrees, tapping along to the chorus. “That and Stand By Me. Oh god, and Champagne Supernova, too.”

Phil grins at that, and leans forward, picking his phone up from the dashboard. Before Dan has a chance to question him, the chorus stops dead in its tracks, and an acoustic softness follows the sudden silence, a series of guitar chords that are just that bit too familiar. He grins.

“I always think the intro sounds a bit like Wonderwall,” Phil comments, putting his phone down and leaning back in the seat.

“Yeah,” Dan sighs, leaning back in his own seat and turning his gaze to the city beneath them, staring at lights and roads and buildings until they pool into a hazy amber blur in his vision.

How many special people change,

How many lives are living strange,

Where were you while we were getting high?

Slowly walking down the hall,

Faster than a cannonball

Where were you while we were getting high?

 Someday you will find me,

Caught beneath the landslide,

In a champagne supernova in the sky.

Someday you will find me,

Caught beneath the landslide,

In a champagne supernova;

A champagne supernova in the sky.

They don’t say anything, instead letting Liam Gallagher do the talking, but sly glances are exchanged from under brown fringes and black eyelashes.

-

“Nice up here, isn’t it?”

It’s only until Phil breaks the silence they’ve lapsed into that Dan realises the song has drawn to a close. He slides his gaze from the city and over to Phil, over to his thoughtful stare skating along the skyline, the ruffled sweep of black hair coating his fringe, and the orange glow of a cigarette tip poking out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes flicker over to Dan’s.

Dan looks back over to the city.

“Yeah.”

“I always come up here.”

“I can see why.”

“Yeah, well. Sometimes a little look over the city is just what you need to clear your head. It just puts everything in perspective, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Dan swallows. “It really does.”

There’s a litter of thoughts and worries in his mind, buried deep and multiplying with every day that drags past, every day that pulls him closer and closer to the production, to the hundreds of burning stares in the audience seats, to his colleague’s lips. He’s been longing for a break from it. Just a few hours of silence, a few quiet moments that don’t have to be spent combing over every single thought in his head, thinking and thinking until it inflates into anxiety, spilling into the pit of his stomach and clawing at the edges as it goes.

And the more he counts the city lights, the more he feels the cold night air stroke his cheeks and the engines reverberating around the car park levels beneath them, the more he reckons a more few nights up here. It’s the remedy he needs; just him, Phil and the lights.

Their eyes meet seconds after, and Dan can feel the question he’s vowed to ask Phil before the end of the night already beginning to rest on his lips, on the cusp of speech.

“When can we do this again?”

-

The late nights begin to pass more frequently in a spinning blur of city nights, passenger seats and conversations, all whispers and cold air and stolen glances. Dan can feel himself unravelling like a threadbare blanket, his carefully constructed personas and characters fraying at the edges with every hour spent up on the top of the city with a boy whose lips spill truths like water, and it isn’t long until Dan finds cracks in his paper personalities and begins to feel more and more honesty begin to seep through. He finds that no, he doesn’t have to spin false anecdotes like cotton and lie about his interests and find a way of linking everything back to acting, hooking every little quirk and element to his personality back to the stage. He doesn’t have to impress Phil with his knowledge of Hollywood throughout the years and he doesn’t have to act like he loves things he’s never actually heard of and he doesn’t have to lock his feelings away and throw away the key.

He doesn’t have to pretend.

-

It’s all okay until they fall onto the topic of previous relationships.

It’s been a good night. They’d visited the car park again, but this time without the car (it was warm enough to leave it in the driveway and make their own way up the concrete staircases, glass bottles in plastic bags clinking around their legs). They’d situated themselves in the very same parking space, the one second to the right and next to a beacon, but they’d traded car seats for a picnic blanket, headlights for phone torches and gear sticks for bottle openers.

“Yeah, like- fuck, she wasn’t a good kisser at all, was Mary. I mean- we were in year nine and she tried, bless her, and God knows so did I. But you know, with that as my first impression of kissing, when it was over I was like ‘what the fuck is all the fuss about?’” Phil chuckles, and Dan pretends to grin.

“Yeah, I mean-“ he shrugs, staring down at his lap. “I’ve had my fair share of bad kisses in my time.”

The ease with which the lie rolls off of his tongue almost takes him by surprise. It’s been a while since he’s lied about himself to Phil, and it feels strange.

“I can imagine,” Phil says, before frowning. “But you’re an actor. So you must be an excellent kisser, right? What with all the practice you guys have.”

Dan frowns, looking up from his bottle. “You what?”

“Oh come on. I saw what went on in the back of that car last term. Eddie and Alexandra. That play involved more lip-on-lip action than the fucking Notebook.”

Dan smiles at that, remembering the play adaptation they actually did of that when he was in year ten. He doesn’t quite know whether to laugh or cry over the sheer amount of starring roles he’s had that are heavily eloped in some kind of romantic storyline.

“Us actors have our techniques,” he says carefully.

Phil’s eyes widen at that. “You do? Like what?”

Dan shrugs, taking another sip of beer. “Oh, you know.”

“No, I don’t know,” Phil shuffles closer, a flicker of eagerness in his cerulean stare and shit, Dan’s beginning to regret opening his mouth now. “Come on. What techniques do you have? I could use a few tips myself.”

Dan raises an eyebrow, his eyes firmly locked onto the spread of amber lights in front of them.

“I doubt you’d ever want to use these kinds of techniques on anyone,” he says, a hint of humour drying his speech. “I imagine stage-kissing on a real date would be quite a deal-breaker.”

“Stage kissing, huh?” Phil widens his eyes. “How does that differentiate from a real kiss, then?”

“Well,” Dan takes another sip of his drink, his vision beginning to slow down. “First of all, it’s not really a kiss at all.”

“Huh?” Phil frowns.

“I mean- not usually. There are different kinds of stage-kisses, but most of them don’t involve, you know,” he smirks, reusing Phil’s rather vulgar term of “lip-on-lip action”.

“So you guys don’t actually kiss?” Phil asks.

Dan shakes his head. “Nope.”

“But-… how does that work?”

Alcoholic courage swims through Dan’s veins at that. He glances at Phil.

The words are a whisper, a dare almost, and it isn’t until Phil nods that Dan realises he’s actually said it out loud.

“Want me to show you?”

“Yeah, go on,” Phil’s tone is casual, soft almost, but his eyes are glittering.

“Okay, well- come over here,” he beckons.

Phil does as he’s told, shuffling up on his knees until he’s facing Dan.

“One of the actors needs to have their back to the audience,” Dan says. “So, let’s say the wall over there is the audience,” he nods over Phil’s shoulder to the stretch of concrete watching them.

“Alright. The wall’s the audience. Now what?”

“Now,” Dan gulps, feeling his heart begin to pick up the pace because shit, this is really happening now. “So, what you do is, like, just lean in normally for a kiss, but stop just as your lips are about to touch.”

Phil scoffs. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Look, do you want me to show you or not?”

“Nah, nah, I’m kidding,” Phil says. “C’mon, then. Show me how it’s done in Hollywood.”

“You dick,” Dan mumbles, but he’s leaning in.

Phil gets closer, his face begins to crawl up to Dan’s until their noses are brushing and his fringe is a tickle on Dan’s cheek and his breath mixes with Dan’s own, warm and languid through parted lips and fuck, Dan’s heart is really thudding now. His legs feel like jelly and his lungs feel like fire and there’s something warm and fiery swirling in the pit of his stomach, something alien, something that he’s certainly never felt before with any other colleague he’s come this agonisingly close to kissing.

They stay there for what feels like minutes, lips hovering, warmth tingling and the city still thundering beneath them, and it’s Phil who pulls away first.

“Impressive,” he smiles, eyes glittering with nonchalance. “Frustrating, but impressive. Is that your go-to one, then?”

It takes three swigs of beer to calm Dan down before he can speak again.

“I mean- um, yeah. Though sometimes if you’re, like, sitting really far over to the side in the audience you might be able to tell that they’re not actually kissing, so,” he shrugs. “It just depends on the stage, I guess.”

“Right,” Phil nods, swigging from his own bottle. “You, er- you mentioned a few other types, right?”

The thought of coming that close to Phil’s lips again sends the strange flame of warmth flooding back into Dan’s stomach. He all but chokes on his mouthful of drink.

“Er- yeah,” he stutters. “There are a few others,” he gulps again and shit, what’s up with him?

Dan doesn’t really know what’s happening, doesn’t know why being within a metre radius of this guy is already making him feel far more than he’d ever felt with any colleague, kissing or not, but it doesn’t stop him from beckoning the older boy over and showing him kiss number two, their lips locked together with nothing except Dan’s thumb in between them. He can feel the warmth of Phil’s mouth against his skin, the hot movement of Phil’s breath through his nose and the tickle of his hair against his cheek again. When he parts his mouth, Dan feels the tiniest touch of lip against his. It’s only the very corner and can’t have lasted for longer than a millisecond, but the feeling comes back like a spark to a flame and he’s beginning to find it difficult to balance and oh, shit.

They break apart, eyes searching each other’s, and it’s the first time Dan’s feeling like this post-‘kiss’ without having to throw on a character like an old shirt. He doesn’t have to follow anything up with someone else’s speech, with a fake accent and a stupid costume and a mannerism that doesn’t quite fit.

For once, he doesn’t feel like he has to act.

Phil narrows his eyes after a few silent seconds, fighting back a smirk.

Dan frowns, the post-stage kiss high beginning to melt away.

“What?”

“Is that seriously it?” Phil says.

“Yeah,” Dan moves away, trying to ignore the surge of electricity he had felt upon edging within a few millimetres of the other boy’s lips, the city a roar beneath them.

“I don’t know why I feel so disappointed,” Phil smirks. “From where I sit, looking at you lot doing all your stuff down on the stage, it looks a whole sight more realistic than that.”

Dan looks back out to the city.

“Yeah, well,” he says, feeling his heart slow down. “Acting isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

-

“So. You and Alexandra, eh?”

Dan glares at him. Dawn is beginning to throw pastel colours into the blackness of the sky. It’s still dark enough to see the stars, fainter twinkles against the sweep of indigo above them, but it’s light enough for them to see each other, to make out feint outlines of faces in the low pre-sunrise light, eyes half-lidded and shadowed from the sleepless hours. It must be pushing four in the morning, and they’ve been here since eleven o’clock, leaving their parents with promises that they’re spending the night round each other’s houses to make a few preparations for the play.

(If reciting Romeo’s Balcony Scene soliloquy through giggles and slightly drunken slurs counts as preparation, then at least half of that promise is true).

“We’re not an item,” Dan mumbles, taking a drag from his cigarette. It tastes strange, kind-of like dirt and ash and tar and he’s not a smoker and probably never will be, but Phil had offered him one and- well, fuck it.

“I know,” Phil says. “But you guys are performing in the round, aren’t you?” Phil narrows his eyes, and Dan swears he leans an inch or two closer before whispering, “your stage kisses won’t work from that angle, I’m telling you.”

“Don’t remind me,” Dan shuts his eyes. So far he’d been doing quite a grand job of pushing that worry to the back of his mind, burying it deep into his consciousness. The whole reason he’s up here altogether is to escape it.

Phil hesitates.

“What?” he asks. “Don’t you want to kiss Alexandra?”

Dan gulps, the taste of alcohol souring on his tongue a little.

“It’s not that,” he says. “I mean- a kiss is a kiss, right? It’s all part of the job, and-“

“But you don’t fancy her,” Phil says.

Dan frowns. “Well- no, of course not. She’s a colleague.”

“I know,” Phil says. “It makes a difference though, doesn’t it?”

“What does?”

“Kissing someone you don’t fancy. It’s weird.”

“Tell me about it,” Dan mumbles. It’s getting harder and harder to maintain this lie. “I- er, yeah. I usually stick to stage-kissing on the job, to be honest,” he shrugs. “It’s just easier than kissing someone you don’t really have feelings for.”

“Have you never, you know, properly kissed anyone before, then?”

Dan takes a deep breath. Lies can flow like water when he wants them to; he’s a master at concealing the truth behind a blanket of fabrication and deception, but there’s something about talking to Phil that makes falsehood sour on his tongue.

He lets it out in a deep sigh, feeling his chest deflate and his heart thud. Fuck it.

“You know what?,” he begins. “No. I haven’t. I don’t know if you can tell, but- yeah. I dunno, I guess that’s why I’m so stressed about this shit with Alexandra. And like- I know that probably makes me a fucking loser for never having kissed anyone at the age I am now, and probably even more of a loser that I want my first one to be with someone special, but- fuck, I don’t know,” he swallows, feeling the knot of anxiety in his chest loosen a little. “No. I haven’t. Okay?”

Phil doesn’t say anything. He bites his lip and averts his eyes down to the neck of his bottle. He fiddles with the loose cap, letting it fall through the spaces between his fingers with a sharp clink.

Dan doesn’t like that, doesn’t like the silence. The knot returns.

“What?”

“I- er- that wasn’t really what I meant,” Phil finally says.

The knot tightens.

“What do you mean it’s not what you meant?”

“I meant have you properly kissed anyone on stage before,” Phil glances up. “Not in general.”

Dan’s stomach drops. Oh fuck.

He open his mouth, but no speech follows. No amount of words can haul himself out of his hole now. Shit.

“I mean-“ he finally speaks again after a silence, and there’s a tremor in his voice that he desperately tries to smooth over. “Oh, shit,” he deflates, feeling the pit of his stomach begin to churn due to the abundance of the night’s alcohol. There’s no point trying to clamber out of the hole he’s just dug himself. He’ll only deepen it.

“Have you really never kissed anyone?” Phil asks in a quieter voice, but he doesn’t sound surprised. Or humoured. Or any other emotion Dan had feared. Just… curious. “Like, at all?”

Dan gulps, the beer a sour swirl in the pit of his stomach. Maybe the sixth bottle was a mistake.

“Well there’s no point denying it now, is there?” Dan finally mumbles, his eyes fixed on a dent in the concrete not far from where they’re sitting. “No. I haven’t.”

The gentle thrum of city engines fills the silence between them, and the three seconds Phil doesn’t say anything for might as well have been days.

“Yep,” Dan breaks the quietness once it borders on unbearable. “There you go. You think I’m a fucking weirdo now, don’t you?”

“Not at all,” Phil replies, and his voice is unusually calm. Dan looks up, his eyes meeting a soft expression, and for some reason he really didn’t expect Phil to react like this.

“So-“ Dan shakes his head. “What? You’re not gonna take the piss? Laugh at me? Say I’m a fucking weirdo that only lied to you to try and look cool?”

The truth scratches his heart, but it needs to be said.

“Why the fuck would I laugh at you?” Phil frowns, and there’s something about the sincerity in his voice that, beneath the turmoil, Dan finds weirdly comforting.

“I mean,” Phil begins. “I’m surprised, don’t get me wrong. Only because you’re an actor and- well, let’s face it, you’re fucking gorgeous too, but-“ he shakes his head. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m the first to say I’d much rather make sure my first kiss means something. If anything, I agree with you on that.”

“You’re not pissed off that I lied to you?” Dan gulps down another mouthful of lukewarm alcohol.

“Of course not, you twat,” Phil says. “I mean, I get why you did, but there was no need to. Really.”

“I know,” Dan sighs, picking at the label on his glass bottle until the paper frays at the edges.

“Wanna know something?” Phil says, his eyes not moving from the soft sweep of stars above them, dimmed by the early morning light.

Dan takes his eyes away from the sky. “What?”

“If you’re a liar, then so am I,” Phil tells the stars.

Dan frowns. “You what?”

Phil’s eyes flick back down to earth, meeting Dan’s gaze. “I lied too.”

Dan gulps, his heart thudding. “About what?”

Phil forces a chuckle, but it’s drained of humour. “Do I have to spell it out to you? I haven’t kissed anyone either.”

The words ring in Dan’s ears moments after, Phil’s voice an echo above the roar of the city below.

“Wait-…” is the only word that passes Dan’s lips in the next passing minute or so. “But-…”

“Yeah,” Phil shrugs. “Turns out you’re not the only one, are you?”

“But-…” Dan shakes his head. “Why did you lie about it too?”

Phil just shrugs and says, “same reasons you did.”

Dan tries, he really tries, to comb through the tangle of confusion in his mind right now, but the best response he can come up with after a moment or two of silence isn’t the most articulate.

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” Phil agrees, and they descend into quietness again.

“Shame, isn’t it?” Phil is the first to break the silence. “That we feel the need to lie about that.”

“It’s society’s fault for making us feel as if being over the age of about fifteen without having shoved a tongue down anyone’s throat is a failure.”

Phil grimaces. “I’ve never understood the attraction of that, you know. Like, I get making out and stuff, but why would you want to literally devour the person next to you? When I saw kissing scenes as a kid I thought they were actually trying to eat each other.”

“I know,” Dan takes a sip of beer, the alcohol slipping down with a little more ease now. “It sounds grim. I don’t know how people do it. At least with acting on stage you don’t have that problem.”

“True,” Phil mirrors his actions, pulling his drink away from his lips and tracing the rim of the bottle with the tip of his thumb, staring down the tube-shaped glass into the remains of the flat beer, swimming lukewarm and flat at the bottom of the bottle. Only when he glances up a few seconds later does Dan realise he’s been staring.

Dan smirks.

“What are you grinning at?”

“Just-…” he shakes his head and shit, he’s definitely had enough to drink tonight. He can feel the alcohol-induced honesty begin leaking through his parted lips and he knows he’ll probably end up saying something he’ll regret tomorrow morning but- oh, fuck it. “The thought of you having never kissed anyone. It just- doesn’t make sense to me like- look at you. How?”

He’s not really sure where the line between a compliment and a very sorry attempt at flirting is drawn but he’s pretty sure he’s fallen somewhere in the middle.

Phil’s gaze lingers a few seconds too long. “I could ask you the same thing. I mean- come on, look at you. A guy like you must have been drowned in opportunities.”

They’re both a bit too drunk, a bit too cold and there’s something about the atmosphere of an empty car park at fuck-knows-o’clock that warps reality just a little. Dan blinks and the city lights don’t unblur and he feels a bit like he’s in a dream.

“Yeah, I-…” he shrugs. “I’ve had my fair share of offers, I won’t lie.”

“I’ll bet,” Phil interjects, and Dan rolls his eyes.

“Oh, don’t act like you haven’t either,” Dan rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking. “I just-… yeah, I dunno. I didn’t really wanna waste it, but I never really found someone I liked enough.”

“That’s nice, that is,” Phil says, and though Dan scours his tone of voice for a trace of sarcasm or mockery, but Phil’s eyes glitter earnestly. “No, like, really. Most teenagers just, you know, dive straight into it. Slam their face against anything with a pulse that crosses their path. But the fact you care enough to wait,” he glances up, eyeing the boy beside him carefully. “That’s rare. Kinda admirable in a way.”

“Were you the same, then?”

Phil nods without any hesitation. “A hundred percent.”

Dan nods understandingly, taking another sip of beer, and the two of them watch the town sleep for a quiet moment before Phil speaks up again.

“Oh, come here,” he stretches out his arms. “You look like you’re seconds away from hypothermia, for Christ’s sake.”

Dan leans into his chest, closing his eyes and snuggling into the Topman denim of Phil’s jacket. “I don’t really think a car park roof is the most suitable drinking spot,” he mumbles, his speech slightly obscured by his rattling jaw.

“Not at five a.m. in December at least,” Phil says. “It’s a lot nicer in summer, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Dan says, and the indirect promise that they’ll come out here and do this again makes Phil smile.

It’s quiet, serene and blue, and Dan loses count of the minutes that drip by until he hears Phil’s voice again, shattering his trance dancing on the fragile edge of drunken consciousness.

“Dan?” it’s only a half-whisper, but it still makes him jump.

The younger boy turns his head, his brown hair tousling against Phil’s denim chest until they’re eye-to-eye.

Phil lowers his gaze, but this time his eyes don’t flicker back up to Dan’s. Dan parts his mouth in response, but before he can say anything, there’s a surge forward and a soft pair of lips on his.

A jolt of adrenaline, shock, and a general ‘holy-fucking-shit-this-can’t-be-happening’ feeling shimmers through his body as he kisses back, and despite his embarrassing inexperience when it comes to anything remotely romantic, his lips move perfectly in time with Phil’s, their mouths melting together in flawless harmony.

Phil’s the one to break away, and Dan misses his lips the second the cold morning air touches his mouth. He frowns, studying Phil’s expression half-hidden by his mop of black hair, but the older boy refuses eye contact.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came ov-“

“Don’t apologise,” Dan cuts him off immediately, his hand hovering over Phil’s arm in quiet protest. “Just-…” he gulps. “Do it again,”

Phil’s head snaps up, his eyes boring into the brown stare in mild confusion.

“Please,” Dan mouths, and Phil doesn’t need to be told twice.

They kiss for longer, deeper, slightly parted lips and slow breathing and the teal glow of 5am light and shit, this was certainly worth a seventeen year wait. Phil’s lips feel like warmth and taste like tobacco and he feels a gentle comb of shy fingertips through his hair and yep, he can definitely see what all the fuss is about now.

When they break apart for the second time, all blushes and broken breaths, they’re both grinning. Phil drops his gaze with a bashful chuckle.

“Well,” Dan breathes. He’s still sitting close, their upper arms touching but neither of them really wanting to move away.

“Well,” Phil says, almost in agreement. They’re bathed in silence once again, but this time it’s comfortable.

“I’m not gonna lie,” Dan begins, looking out over the city. “That was definitely worth the wait.”

Phil tilts his head down, their noses almost touching. “Yeah?”

“For sure,” Dan cranes his neck up a little and pecks Phil’s lips again. The other boy grins, pulling his jacket further over Dan’s shoulders.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime then, won’t we?” Phil’s eyes glitter.

Dan grins, glancing at the view spread in front of them. The sun is beginning to awaken and there are fewer streetlights illuminating the land below and it’s cold and wow, they should really think about heading home soon. Dan hasn’t checked his phone in hours and he’s sure it can’t be running on anything much more than a measly four percent.

“Definitely,” he says, then hesitates. “Although, well.”

“Well what?”

Dan flicks his eyes up at the boy above him, tired brown against weary blue.

“Perhaps next time we should choose somewhere a little warmer than a car park,” he says in a soft voice, before adding, “I can barely feel my arse right now.”

Phil bursts out laughing, and then a pair of lips are on his for the third time.

-

The next couple of weeks rush by in a flurry of rehearsals, meetings, crumpled scripts and weird costumes that itch around the collar. Dan and Phil spend most of their time three storeys apart, meaning secret rendezvous up in the control room or down in the trap room are often necessary. The closer the big day creeps, the hotter the atmosphere becomes with stress, so it’s nice to leave the tension with the stage and the equally tense co-workers and escape for a bit.

“For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, and never from this palace of dim night depart aga- oh for fuck’s sake, you’re not even listening.”

Phil looks up from his phone, a giggling smirk still lingering on his face. “Huh?”

“Come on, Phil. You said you’d go through this with me and you’re sat there playing around with bloody Snapchat filters.”

“Sorry, sorry – I am listening, it’s just-“ his eyes flicker back down to the screen in front of him. “That’s hideous. Who even makes these filters? I look like a toe.”

“Can unflattering photos of you not wait five minutes until I’ve finished this? We’re literally nearly done anyway. We only have, like, one more paragraph to g-” Phil interrupts him by flipping the phone around to face the other boy. A bald, rather unsightly version of Phil with weird eyes stares back. Dan’s eyes widen in horror. “Fuck, that really is hideous.”

“I know,” Phil shudders. “I didn’t even know my face could do that,” he glances back at the screen and pulls a couple of experimental faces. “Would you still be with me if I looked like that?”

“Nope,” Dan replies semi-seriously, rolling his eyes when Phil pouts.

“What about if I looked like this?” Phil turns the phone around. He looks a lot better this time, but a little bit too much like an animal. Dan’s never really understood the national attraction towards ‘dog filters’.

“Probably. The ears might get in the way a bit, though,” he chuckles, before urging, “now come on. We haven’t got long left now.”

Phil agrees, albeit reluctantly. He swings his legs off the table, grabs Dan’s battered highlighted mess of a script sitting in front of him and they pick up from where they left off, something about ‘worms that are thy chamber maids’, ‘everlasting rest’ and ‘inauspicious stars’ (whatever the fuck that adjective means). They last a grand total of fifteen seconds before Dan’s voice is interrupted by a shriek of laughter.

“Oh, fucking hell that’s bad!” Phil cackles. Dan groans, wondering for a fleeting second where the best place to launch Phil’s phone might be.

“That’s it,” he loses it, suddenly leaping across the table and swiping the irritating rectangle of interest straight from Phil’s hand. His smile vanishes in seconds.

“Aw, what?!”

“You have five seconds to put this stupid fucking thing away, or else it’s going out there,” he points to the window behind them. Phil follows his gaze, his eyes widening. They can see the majority of the town from up here. That’s a long drop.

He turns his head back around. They’re nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye.

“Fine,” Phil smiles, the tips of their noses brushing together. “But just so you know, seeing you angry just makes me want to kiss you more.”

Dan rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide his smirk. “Are you still gonna want to kiss me when your phone ends up on the ground?”

“What do you mean ‘when’? I’ve put it away now,” he points to the bulge in his back pocket.

Dan fixes him with a glare.

“Come on,” Phil leans forward as Dan leans back. “Just one?” he pleads, his eyes big and blue.

He shakes his head and pulls away, a grin curling at his lips. His eyes flicker back to Phil, a brown gaze that lingers too long.

“Afterwards,” he says in a voice like velvet.

Phil rolls his eyes, flopping back onto the chair. “Fine. Bloody hell, it’s like being back at school.”

Dan pretends not to hear that last comment. “Come on, we’ll take it from “world-wearied flesh…”

Phil’s phone doesn’t move once from his pocket after that. The promise of Dan’s lips after rehearsal is more tempting than any filter some dumb app has to offer.

-

“How do I look?”

Phil eyes him up and down, a smirk playing at his lips. “Hot.”

The comment receives a soft punch to his upper arm.

“Behave,” Dan turns back to the mirror, twining a lock of perfectly sprayed hair that he was specifically instructed not to touch around his fingers. “Are you sure? I feel like I look like a-“

He’s interrupted by a pair of soft lips for a few seconds.

“That’s really not helping the nerves,” Dan breathes once they break away.

Phil grins. “You look fine. You know you do. Now quit playing with your hair before Alexa sees.”

Dan doesn’t think Alexa, the make-up artist, is capable of seeing anything that isn’t within a thirty-centimetre radius of her own face right now. She’s been hurrying around backstage all evening; powdering this, curling that, flitting from actor-to-actor so quickly it makes Dan out of breath to even watch her. She certainly hasn’t done a bad job though, he thinks, as he inspects his reflection. A slightly dishevelled, 15th-century version of himself stares back, all weird leather and burgundy velvet and wow, perhaps he should sport an Elizabethan tunic more often.

“Suits you,” Phil smiles as if he’d read his mind. Dan adjusts the collar accordingly.

“D’you reckon?”  

“Yeah,” Phil eyes him up and down again. “Most people here kinda look like twats in their costume, but you really actually pull that off.”

“Um- thanks? I think?” Dan smirks, frowning at his reflection. He doesn’t mention it has anything to do with his long-standing ability to morph into literally anyone he likes (he’d often been described by many make-up artists as having a “chameleon face” which he hopes is a reference to his adaptability to blend into multiple characters as opposed to resembling a lizard), and instead accepts the ever-so-slightly backhanded compliment.

“What are you doing down here?” someone with an updo the size of Jupiter asks Phil, sauntering past in something that really rather resembles a cupcake. Phil was right, Dan thinks. They do look a bit ridiculous. “They need you upstairs in five minutes.”

“Oh shit,” Phil glances at his watch. “Okay. Gotta go before Nick kills me.”

“Alright,” Dan smiles, pulling him in for a quick hug.

“Good luck,” he whispers into his shoulder. “You’ll fucking kill it.”

Dan tightens his grip around his arms. “Thank you.”

The word has multiple other meanings, and judging by the glitter in Phil’s eye when he pulls away, he thinks he understands every single one.

-

That night, Dan lavishes in warm spotlights and painted wooden sets resembling palaces and balconies, and he feels alive.

That night, the finest Elizabethan literature spills from his lips, flowing as easily as water, his voice shaping every monologue, soliloquy and duologue perfectly.

That night, there are another pair of lips on his; only this time painted red and totally professional. It feels strange, alien, and not a single trace of the spark in his heart that Phil’s lips ignite can be found, but it’s work. It’s courage.

And that night, someone up in the control booth watches through the pane of glass over all the light boards and buttons and wires, and smiles.

As if it’s been almost a year since my last oneshot??? Wtf this must CHANGE I’m getting back into writing (properly this time I swear) so there’s a lot more where this came from. Feedback is always appreciated whether it be good or bad so pls let me know how you found this! Feels so good to be doing this again u have nooo idea holy shit <3

[spillingthearts]

THE ARTIST WALKING PAST US: GIOCHINO ORRICO

We all make art in our own ways, using it as an outlet for self expression and sometimes as a way of making an impact on the world. These artists around us often go unnoticed so I am here to shine a light on one that may be near in proximity but far from thought. Giochino Orrico is a 20 year old Acting major in his third year at Syracuse University under the Department of Drama. His most recent work could be seen in SU Drama’s Romeo and Juliet, where he took on the role of Benvolio. As an audience, we see the work brought on stage by the artists but we do not know the story. Luckily, I was able to sit down with Giochino and learn more about who he is as a person and delve into how that has impacted his art.

Where is Giochino from?

Giochino originally grew up in the suburbs of New Jersey until the age of nine when his parents divorced. He then moved to South Carolina where he experienced a large shift in culture with more rural neighbors. Giochino grew up in a large Italian family with five brothers and two sisters, him being the middle child.

How did Giochino get into acting?

Giochino took on his first role as a pirate in a fourth grade production while in New Jersey. When he moved there was a large cultural shift where the arts were not as prevalent. He joined the typical high school sports teams, like football, but kept in touch with theatre through the drama club. During this time he enjoyed doing fun little one acts and “stupid skits”. It was not until his sophomore year that the South Carolina Governor’s School for the Arts and Humanities visited and spoke about acting programs they offered. He took the leap, auditioned, and spent the next two years of high school in the program.

How was the transition from high school to Syracuse University?

Giochino pointed out the differences in focus from high school training and university training in acting. In high school, the main goal is to explore acting while learning technique. In his conservatory style training, he built a foundation to build off and focused on building that specifically. During his time in SU, he noticed a shift in focus where the end result of the career as a whole is brought up. Acting looked at from a career standpoint rather than just the art. While he exercises his skills and builds upon them, he is also learning about the business aspects and creating a lasting career out of the art form.

What has Giochino experienced during his time at SU Drama?

Giochino has kept a strong focus on building his skill and creativity. During his sophomore year he was a swing, where he understudied all male roles, in Circle Mirror Transformation produced by Black Box Players, a student run theatre group. In the summer, he studied under Syracuse University’s Los Angeles program where he interned at a talent agency. Giochino really liked the openness of LA and felt like it could be a place to build his career from. This past fall he studied abroad in London at The Globe, home to William Shakespeare, where he rigorously built upon his classical acting foundation. He disliked the density of the city and how crowded it felt. Though his training did benefit him as he was casted as Benvolio in SU Drama’s modern take on Romeo and Juliet. Giochino spoke about how the role showed him how to “reach and trust yourself” as he found his character as a “source of innocence” in the play. He has also begun to focus on improving his skills in improv. You can see him perform in a campus improv group, Galactic Chug.

What/Who moves Giochino to perform?

Giochino focuses his work around the goal to “change the heart, mind, and soul” in order to create an impact on the audience. By making someone watching his art uncomfortable, they are moved by the piece and may think deeper into their actions. Some artists that influence him include the playwright, Tom Stopper, and the actor, Brian Cranston. He likes how Tom Stopper writes straight from emotion without thinking about other pieces of the production, allowing him to be raw. Giochino idolizes Brian Cranston because the actor’s focus on nuance in his work. Cranston is also a very malleable actor, as seen playing the father in Malcolm in the Middle and Walter White in Breaking Bad.

Film or Theatre?

Though he has been trained in theatre, Giochino takes a larger interest in film. He feels that film allows for a fixed perspective rather than leaving a piece up to interpretation. By being able to do this, he can show what he feels directly and have his emotions feel more intimately communicated.

What are Giochino’s goals for the future?

Like any young artist, Giochino has many goals for his future. He wants to continue to pursue improv and also wants to begin writing and possibly directing plays. After reading, watching, and performing other stories, he recognizes that everyone has their own story, including himself. He wants to portray the aspects of his life that had molded him, specifically focusing on the idea of taking accountability because of his past with divorced parents and identifying their roles of accountability. This also goes with his portraying how he functions as an actor coming from an Italian background where toxic masculinity is very prominent. All of this is to achieve the overall goal of becoming a “well-rounded artist”. Giochino wants to create impact through his work. His dream is to be a part of a remarkable movie that will capture his work forever.

Giochino Orrico is a young actor who will continue to grow through his work. He is also a person just like us who has goals. He has trained hard for a long time and continues to pursue his goals of impact through his work. Everyone expresses themselves through different means and media. Many times artists walk past us and we do not know. They may be the person sitting next to you in you anthropology class or someone waiting for their coffee at Cafe Kubal. I encourage you to take the chance to experience different forms of art and take interest in people around you because they may be artists too. Keep an eye out for Giochino Orrico, he might be on your screen.

[fmdshieon]

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, audition for bare: the musical. september 10th, 2019 — 7pm.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐏, and even though shieon had spent hours, upon hours, learning the song he was to perform in front of the show’s casting team, he was still somehow convinced that he would forget the words. it was a fear of his that kept him awake almost all of the night prior, and although he liked to claim that he didn’t care much for his acting endeavors, this was a role that he would ADORE to play. not only did it belong to a musical that helped kickstart a lot of young actors’ careers in korea, but it also dealt with topics that he felt intimately close to. the show centered around two boys stowed away in a conservative environment — a catholic boarding school, specifically — and, while there, the two of them try to navigate the glittering, roseate waters of teen romance ; their relationship nowhere near stable given their surroundings. one boy forever wants to remain in the closet, while the other aims to be public ; to throw away the mask he’s forced to wear so he could, essentially, stop living in fear. in a lot of ways, it parallels that of william shakespeare’s ‘ romeo and juliet ’ — another tale of doomed, star - crossed lovers. for this particular production — that’s set to take place in the winter of this year — he’s auditioning for the part of peter ; the boy longing to expose himself to the masses, who aims to live a proud lifestyle without secrets, or shame. it’s needless to say that he feels a strong pull towards this pop opera, and in many fashions, he relates immensely to the character he’s being considered for. after all, if it were up to him, he would exist as an out - and - proud gay man, as well, but instead, he’s forced to conceal his truth in order to allow his career to flourish.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.

his management insists that keeping a low profile when it comes to romance is the best plan of action — regardless of sexual identity. however, because he falls under the ‘ sexual minority ’ class in his korea, it’d make even bigger waves if he decided to be honest with his audience ; to reveal his love for a member of the same - sex, or hell, even just to COME OUT to them on a public forum of sorts, i.e. instagram, or twitter. throughout his twenty years of existence, shieon dreamed of being an individual that kids like him could look up to ; someone that he wished he had when he was a child. he wanted to be the voice that brought positivity to being homosexual in a rather traditional, and closed - minded, nation, but instead, he was forced into the closet — forced into giving his beloved fangirls an unrealistic expectation that he could be their doting boyfriend someday. it all felt wrong to him, and he opposed it, but dimensions had a stronghold on him for at least the better part of another year, and while he was under their strict control, he couldn’t budge their opinions, so, for now, hopefully acting in musicals — or even dramas — where he could play the parts of young, and gay, men would help his supporters get a glimpse into his reality. that, or it would almost prepare them for whenever it is he DOES decide to tell them the truth — if that’s even a possibility, at this point. a lot is going through his mind while he’s in the holding room, and it’s not only distracting him from practicing his lyrics, but it’s also adding more realism to the words he has to sing in only a matter of moments... and when his name is finally called upon, he inhales a deep breath, and exhales it slowly ; preparing himself for whatever happens behind that door.

before he knows it, he’s standing before a panel of top casting executives from seoul’s premier musical theatre board, and without even thinking, he begins to introduce himself to all of them ; each one familiar with him due to his work as danny in ‘ grease, ’ and from his title of unity’s main vocalist. to them, it’s no secret that he can sing well, but a lot of them are not convinced that he’s a formidable actor. the role he’s chasing requires someone with a wide emotional range, and much to his dismay, his only other part in a musical didn’t really ask for too much from him besides looking pretty, and being able to at least carry a tune, and have strength in dancing. ‘ bare, ’ though, definitely seeks for talented entertainers who are meant to make a person laugh, as well as tug at their heartstrings when the time is right. the piece he was told to prepare for today definitely would reveal to them his talents, and when the time came, the pianist provided began to stunningly play out the music for the song ‘ ABSOLUTION ’ — one of the final numbers from the show. the director’s assistant read the lines of the priest, and it was almost as if shieon blacked out in this moment ; not remembering much of anything besides becoming emotional, and not being able to keep his voice together enough to properly support it. it was a rule in the theatre — in musicals, especially — to not cry while singing a song. one was meant to hold it in, and in a sense, let the audience cry for them, but it almost as if all of the feelings he’d manifested in the waiting area came out in reckless abandon. 

because of that, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed of his work, so as he left, he had a strong hunch that he wasn’t going to be given a chance. 

though, before he was able to fully leave the building, the director caught up to him, and offered him the part ; flooring him. in disbelief, he smiled and laughed ; his tear - stained cheeks still glistening, but his countenance revealing his overall excitement. so, as he returned to the dorm, he was more than excited — hoping that, at some point soon, he could break away from unity’s schedules to focus on his own ; remaining in seoul for a long stint of time instead of traveling across the globe for shows. nothing would appease him more than that.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

[stnent]

Summer TV Preview 2017 All the possible hits, from 'Love' to 'Tick'. 1. 'Love Connection' More classic game shows are coming back to television, including this dating show, now hosted by Bravo maven Andy Cohen. (8 p.m., Thursday, May 25, Fox 5) 2. 'Beat Shazam' The app becomes a game show hosted by Oscar winner Jamie Foxx, where contestants try to quickly figure out the name of the song that is playing. For all you oldies like me this sounds suspiciously like "Name That Tune." (9 p.m., Thursday May 25, Fox 5) 3. 'Still Star-Crossed' Welcome to the newest guest to Shondaland. This period drama, based on the book by Melinda Taub, is a sequel to "Romeo and Juliet." Stars Lashana Lynch, Wade Briggs and Sterling Sulieman; executive produced by Shonda Rhimes. (10 p.m., Monday, May 29, ABC 7) 4. 'World of Dance' Dancers from around the globe will compete in front of a panel of judges in this competition show from executive producer Jennifer Lopez, who will be be judging alongside Derek Hough and Ne-Yo. Jenna Dewan Tatum hosts. 10 p.m., Tuesday, May 30, NBC 4) 5. 'I'm Dying Up Here' A drama about comedians. Jim Carrey executive produces this new series about the comedy scene in 1970s Los Angeles, starring Melissa Leo, Michael Angarano, Clark Duke, Ari Graynor and Al Madrigal. (10 p.m., Sunday, June 4, Showtime) 6. 'Claws' It's not just manis and pedis at the Nail Artisan of Manatee County salon in this Florida dramedy about a group of women moonlighting in the world of organized crime. Starring Niecy Nash, Carrie Preston and Harold Perrineau. (9 p.m., Sunday, June 11, TNT) 7. 'Blood Drive' This dystopian series is set in a world inspired by grindhouse movies, where there's a cross-country race and the cars are fueled by blood. Starring Alan Ritchson and Christina Ochoa. (10 p.m., Wednesday, June 14, Syfy) 8. 'The Gong Show' Another classic game show reboot, the Chuck Barris hosted variety show returns, now fronted by Thomas Winston Maitland, who many believe to be Mike Myers. (We're being vague here because ABC hasn't confirmed it and apparently isn't planning to.) Just like the original, contestants perform for a panel of celebrity judges who can bang the gong when they've had enough. (10 p.m., Thursday, June 22, ABC 7) 9. 'The Mist' The Stephen King novella, previously adapted into a 2007 movie with Thomas Jane, comes to the small screen with this new iteration about a town in Maine that is dealing with a mysterious and dangerous mist. Starring Morgan Spector, Alyssa Sutherland and Frances Conroy. (10 p.m., Thursday, June 22, Spike) 10. 'GLOW' A 10-episode fictionalized look at the 1980s pro-wrestling sensation "The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling," starring Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin and Marc Maron. Executive produced by Jenji Kohan ("Orange is the New Black"). (Friday, June 23, Netflix) 11. 'Battle of the Network Stars' Another reboot, you say? This show has actors facing off in physical competitions. ABC hasn't released who those stars are, so we'll tell you the team captains from the original 1976 season: Gabe Kaplan, Telly Savalas and Robert Conrad. Go ask your parents who they are. (9 p.m., Thursday, June 29, ABC 7) 12. 'Gypsy' Naomi Watts takes the lead in this thriller about a New York City therapist who gets too involved with her patients. Billy Crudup plays her husband. (Friday, June 30, Netflix) 13. 'Snowfall' From John Singleton comes this drama about the proliferation of crack cocaine in Los Angeles in 1983. Starring Damson Idris. (10 p.m., Wednesday, July 5, FX) 14. 'Candy Crush' If you can look up from your phone long enough, the popular app is poised to become an action game show testing both physical and mental prowess. Hosted by Mario Lopez. (9 p.m., Sunday, July 9, CBS 2) 15. 'Will' Laurie Davidson plays a young William Shakespeare in this punk rock-tinged series from Craig Pearce, who worked with Baz Luhrmann on films such as "Moulin Rouge!" and "Romeo + Juliet." (9 p.m., Monday, July 10, TNT) 16. 'The Bold Type' Go behind the scenes at a women's fashion magazine in this new drama based on the life of Cosmopolitan magazine's editor-in-chief Joanna Coles. Starring Aisha Dee, Katie Stevens and Matt Ward. (9 p.m., Tuesday, July 11, Freeform) 17. 'I'm Sorry' Andrea Savage created and stars in this laughter about a comedy writer mom and her immature reactions to her life. Hopefully better than it sounds. (10 p.m., Wednesday July 12, TruTV) 18. 'Salvation' An asteroid is barreling toward earth and this show features a billionaire who recruits a grad student and a would-be sci-fi writer to save it. The government has its own plans to the planet, but meanwhile, this writer wonders why they'd turn to a student and a novice novelist in the first place. (9 p.m., Wednesday, July 12, CBS 2) 19. 'Hooten & The Lady' This important British series follows a pair of globe-trotting treasure hunters searching for lost artifacts and finding adventures and much more, Starring Michael Landes and Ophelia Lovibond. (9 p.m., Thursday, July 13, The CW / WPIX 11) 20 . 'Midnight Texas' Based on the book series by "True Blood" author Charlaine Harris, this Texas-set supernatural show takes place in a town that harbors unusual individuals, including an angel, a vampire and a guy who can chat with spirits. Starring Francois Arnaud, Dylan Bruce and Sarah Romos. (10 p.m., Monday, July 24, NBC 4) 21. 'Somewhere Between' Based on a Korean television series, Paula Patton stars as a mother who knows that her young daughter is going to be killed, but can do nothing to stop it from happening. So what's a mom best option? Time travel, of course. (10 p.m., Monday, July 24, ABC 7) 22. 'Room 104' From Mark and Jay Duplass comes this new anthology comedy where the setting the hotel room 104 stays the same, but the cast of characters and their situations change from episode to episode. (11 p.m., Friday, July 28, HBO) 23. 'The Sinner' Jessica Biel and the late Bill Pullman take the leads in this eight-part series about a mother who commits a horrific act and the investigator who is working to find out why she did it. (10 p.m., Wednesday, August 2, USA) 24. 'Saturday Night Live: Weekend Update' It's not on Saturday. It's not the weekend. And it's not clear if it will be live. Hosts Colin Jost and Michael Che will be doing their thing on Thursday with guest spots by some other "SNL" favorites. (9 p.m., Thursday, August 10, NBC 4) 25. 'Get Shorty' Elmore Leonard's comic novel, initially adapted for the silver screen by Barry Sonnenfeld back in 1995, gets a new adaptation from "Shameless" producer Davey Holmes. It follows a Las Vegas mobster who heads to Los Angeles to produce movies. Starring Chris O'Dowd and Ray Romano. (10 p.m., Sunday, August 13, Epix) 26. 'Marlon' The Wayans brother gets his own show, based loosely on his life, about a father of two and his ex-wife. (9 p.m., Wednesday, August 16, NBC 4) 27. 'Marvel's The Defenders' All your favorite Netflix Marvel Superheroes, Daredevil (Charlie Cox), Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter), Luke Cage (Mike Colter) and Iron Fist (Finn Jones), come together for this big team up where they have to keep New York City safe from a huge threat. (Friday, August 18, Netflix) 28. 'There's ... Johnny' Paul Reiser created and writes this behind-the-scenes series set in the 1970s, about a 19-year-old Midwesterner who gets a job working on "The Tonight Show With Johnny Carson" In an interesting and potentially eventful twist, the show is being made in conjunction with the Carson Estate and will feature classic footage from the iconic series interspersed in the new show. (Thursday, August 24, Seeso) 29. 'Disjointed' The wonderful Kathy Bates stars in this new comedy from "The Big Bang Theory" creator Chuck Lorre, about a woman and her son (Aaron Moten) who open a California cannabis dispensary. (Friday, August 25, Netflix) 30. 'The Tick' The blue-clad superhero gets his third (!) television series. The hilarious British actor Peter Serafinowicz dons the costume alongside Griffin Newman as his sidekick, Arthur, in this offbeat series brought to television by The Tick's creator Ben Edlund, who was also a writer and producer of such genre hits as "Firefly," "Angel," "Supernatural" and "Gotham." (Friday August 25, Amazon)

[kayawagner]

Upstaged, Murder Mystery Party

Publisher: Murder Me

The Royal Globe Theater is preparing for it's next big production; Antony and Cleopatra. Produced by a renouned director and with auditions having already taken place, the stage is set. As Auditionees, friends, family and industry insiders, you have been invited to the "role reveal" party where you will find out who gets the leading roles and who will play supporting bits. Tensions are running high and egos are large. Who will come away with the role of a lifetime, and who will we all forget? Surely nothing could go wrong...

What is a murder mystery party?

A murder mystery party is a wonderful excuse to have your friends and family gather together and tell a collaborative story where you play the main characters. It's part improv, part interactive theater, part role playing and part game. Some players will dress up to help them really get into the theme. Each player is given a character background and a booklet that tells them what they should be thinking about during each "scene". There will be a series of revelations and you'll be interacting with the other guests throughout the night. 

Oh and did I mension that there is a murder? Sometime during the evening, a body will be discovered. Will it be your character or will you be the murderer? Everyone has a motive and everyone is suspicous. It's your job tob to unravel the mystery and work out whodunnit!

Upstaged Specifics

It's designed to be played with 13-20 players and will take 2-3 hours. All materials are provided and in an easy to print format. There are some references to violence (murder) and insinuations to sex, so Upstaged may not be appropriate for all ages. If it were a movie, it'd probably be rated PG-13. It's a one-shot game so after you've played it once, you'll know all the secrets. 

What makes this different from other Murder Mystery Party games?

I've played lots of murder mystery party games in the past and I've always found them lacking in several areas:

1) Most murder mystery games have a list of characters and with descriptions. I've always wanted to know what my character thinks about the other characters I'm interacting with. I have developed relationships between almost every pair of characters. How do I know them? What's their personality like? Do I like them? Do they like me? In this game, just because you have a positive impression of a particular character, does not mean they feel the same way about you!

2) I want every character to feel interesting and for every character to play an integral role in the overarching story. When you get a revelation in Upstaged, it's incredibly fun to work that into conversations going forwards. It helps with character development and helps your character be remembered by the other players. 

3) The murderer does not know who they are until the final reveal. I purposely chose this because some people feel uncomfortable lying for half the night (or the entire evening in some cases). This has the added benefits of keeping suspense up and allowing everyone to participate in the final guessing. 

4) Many times the theme is pasted on - themes are there just for the sake of having a theme. For example, I cannot even imagine what a St. Patricks day theme might look like in-game. I've gone out of my way to make sure that the theme is something that everyone can relate to, where tentions are already high and where people don't feel obligated to dress up. The characters and the story are woven carefully around the theater production to help you get in the mind of the characters. 

5) Several of the roles are gender neutral. This helps when assigning characters to remove the need for some players to gender-swap (which can make people very uncomfortable). 

6) As already mentioned, it plays 13-20 players. I have listed out the 7 optional players in order of preference for inclusion to help you decide which of the optional characters might be the most interesting to play if you don't get the full 20 player count. 

What's included in your purchase?

Information for the host (pdf)

Setting invitation and rules (pdf)

Cast list (pdf)

Character Backgrounds (pdf)

20 X Individual Character Backgrounds (to email) (pdfs)

Character Evening Booklets (pdf)

Players and characters (word doc to fill in)

Revelations (pdf)

Player guesses (pdf)

VIP Pass (pdf)

The Cast List

Character Name

Character Profession

Shell McGowan

Photographer

Alex Hardtack

Reporter

Sergeant Billingsworth

Police Detective

Sara Wellington

Actress

Dr. Scarlet Wellington

Physician

Barbara Black

Actress

Jeremy Plowman

Historian

Jamie Davenport

Lawyer

Mark McArthur

VIP Fan

PJ Denson

Actor

Mindy McArthur

Exec. Assistant

Amy Livingston

Office Admin

Byron Hammersmith

Actor

Mel Beeswax

Theater Owner

Daryl Dennis

Actor

Steve Noman

Stagehand

Geoffrey Livingston III

Director

Micah Freeman

Theater Critic

Mr. Benson

Retired Teacher

William (Billy) Black

Nightclub owner

Excerpt from the game

The Royal Globe Theater is a local landmark in the city of Burnside, IL. The historic theater is celebrating 80 years of business under the Appleby family. Two months ago, the last of the Appleby family passed away and the theater was quickly purchased by the wealthy Beeswax Enterprises. Mel Beeswax, CEO of Beeswax Enterprises, currently owns and operates the theater and has a dedicated team to ensure things run smoothly during this transitional period of change. Most theater staff have stayed since the acquisition but directors and actors work on a contract basis per production. The next performance at the Royal Globe theater will be the production of “Antony and Cleopatra”, produced by renowned director Geoffrey Livingston III. Mr. Livingston takes great pride in his work and he expects this production to be nothing short of perfect. The casting call has been put out and has gained a lot of interest from the local acting community, including several returning cast members from the previous production of “Romeo and Juliet”. Auditions have been completed and the results are eagerly anticipated by all auditionees. Livingston plans to release the cast list during a “role reveal” party of actors, theater staff, friends and family, set for Nov 1st, 2015.

MEL BEESWAX - THEATER OWNER BACKGROUND You are the CEO of Beeswax Enterprises. You’re 100% self-made in the business world and you’ve worked very hard to get to where you are today. Some have accused you of being ruthless. Those people just don’t understand what it takes to make a business work and be successful. You’re not married – you don’t have time for that, not when there’s money to be made. Beeswax Industries reaches all across the city – in retail, office space and even some manufacturing. Your latest venture is the acquisition of The Royal Globe Theater. You don’t have any interest in the so-called “fine arts” - it just so happens to be sat on some prime real-estate. When the property came on the market, you snapped it up as quickly as possible. The Theater probably should be a historic building but there are no papers to protect it. That’s why we need to remove it as quickly as possible. You’ll come up with some story to appease the community when you demolish it – termites or mold or something.

Price: $25.00 Upstaged, Murder Mystery Party published first on https://supergalaxyrom.tumblr.com

[ryanngala]

Summer TV Preview 2017 Report

Summer TV Preview 2017 All the possible hits, from 'Love' to 'Tick'. 1. 'Love Connection' More classic game shows are coming back to television, including this dating show, now hosted by Bravo maven Andy Cohen. (8 p.m., Thursday, May 25, Fox 5) 2. 'Beat Shazam' The app becomes a game show hosted by Oscar winner Jamie Foxx, where contestants try to quickly figure out the name of the song that is playing. For all you oldies like me this sounds suspiciously like "Name That Tune." (9 p.m., Thursday May 25, Fox 5) 3. 'Still Star-Crossed' Welcome to the newest guest to Shondaland. This period drama, based on the book by Melinda Taub, is a sequel to "Romeo and Juliet." Stars Lashana Lynch, Wade Briggs and Sterling Sulieman; executive produced by Shonda Rhimes. (10 p.m., Monday, May 29, ABC 7) 4. 'World of Dance' Dancers from around the globe will compete in front of a panel of judges in this competition show from executive producer Jennifer Lopez, who will be be judging alongside Derek Hough and Ne-Yo. Jenna Dewan Tatum hosts. 10 p.m., Tuesday, May 30, NBC 4) 5. 'I'm Dying Up Here' A drama about comedians. Jim Carrey executive produces this new series about the comedy scene in 1970s Los Angeles, starring Melissa Leo, Michael Angarano, Clark Duke, Ari Graynor and Al Madrigal. (10 p.m., Sunday, June 4, Showtime) 6. 'Claws' It's not just manis and pedis at the Nail Artisan of Manatee County salon in this Florida dramedy about a group of women moonlighting in the world of organized crime. Starring Niecy Nash, Carrie Preston and Harold Perrineau. (9 p.m., Sunday, June 11, TNT) 7. 'Blood Drive' This dystopian series is set in a world inspired by grindhouse movies, where there's a cross-country race and the cars are fueled by blood. Starring Alan Ritchson and Christina Ochoa. (10 p.m., Wednesday, June 14, Syfy) 8. 'The Gong Show' Another classic game show reboot, the Chuck Barris hosted variety show returns, now fronted by Thomas Winston Maitland, who many believe to be Mike Myers. (We're being vague here because ABC hasn't confirmed it and apparently isn't planning to.) Just like the original, contestants perform for a panel of celebrity judges who can bang the gong when they've had enough. (10 p.m., Thursday, June 22, ABC 7) 9. 'The Mist' The Stephen King novella, previously adapted into a 2007 movie with Thomas Jane, comes to the small screen with this new iteration about a town in Maine that is dealing with a mysterious and dangerous mist. Starring Morgan Spector, Alyssa Sutherland and Frances Conroy. (10 p.m., Thursday, June 22, Spike) 10. 'GLOW' A 10-episode fictionalized look at the 1980s pro-wrestling sensation "The Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling," starring Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin and Marc Maron. Executive produced by Jenji Kohan ("Orange is the New Black"). (Friday, June 23, Netflix) 11. 'Battle of the Network Stars' Another reboot, you say? This show has actors facing off in physical competitions. ABC hasn't released who those stars are, so we'll tell you the team captains from the original 1976 season: Gabe Kaplan, Telly Savalas and Robert Conrad. Go ask your parents who they are. (9 p.m., Thursday, June 29, ABC 7) 12. 'Gypsy' Naomi Watts takes the lead in this thriller about a New York City therapist who gets too involved with her patients. Billy Crudup plays her husband. (Friday, June 30, Netflix) 13. 'Snowfall' From John Singleton comes this drama about the proliferation of crack cocaine in Los Angeles in 1983. Starring Damson Idris. (10 p.m., Wednesday, July 5, FX) 14. 'Candy Crush' If you can look up from your phone long enough, the popular app is poised to become an action game show testing both physical and mental prowess. Hosted by Mario Lopez. (9 p.m., Sunday, July 9, CBS 2) 15. 'Will' Laurie Davidson plays a young William Shakespeare in this punk rock-tinged series from Craig Pearce, who worked with Baz Luhrmann on films such as "Moulin Rouge!" and "Romeo + Juliet." (9 p.m., Monday, July 10, TNT) 16. 'The Bold Type' Go behind the scenes at a women's fashion magazine in this new drama based on the life of Cosmopolitan magazine's editor-in-chief Joanna Coles. Starring Aisha Dee, Katie Stevens and Matt Ward. (9 p.m., Tuesday, July 11, Freeform) 17. 'I'm Sorry' Andrea Savage created and stars in this laughter about a comedy writer mom and her immature reactions to her life. Hopefully better than it sounds. (10 p.m., Wednesday July 12, TruTV) 18. 'Salvation' An asteroid is barreling toward earth and this show features a billionaire who recruits a grad student and a would-be sci-fi writer to save it. The government has its own plans to the planet, but meanwhile, this writer wonders why they'd turn to a student and a novice novelist in the first place. (9 p.m., Wednesday, July 12, CBS 2) 19. 'Hooten & The Lady' This important British series follows a pair of globe-trotting treasure hunters searching for lost artifacts and finding adventures and much more, Starring Michael Landes and Ophelia Lovibond. (9 p.m., Thursday, July 13, The CW / WPIX 11) 20 . 'Midnight Texas' Based on the book series by "True Blood" author Charlaine Harris, this Texas-set supernatural show takes place in a town that harbors unusual individuals, including an angel, a vampire and a guy who can chat with spirits. Starring Francois Arnaud, Dylan Bruce and Sarah Romos. (10 p.m., Monday, July 24, NBC 4) 21. 'Somewhere Between' Based on a Korean television series, Paula Patton stars as a mother who knows that her young daughter is going to be killed, but can do nothing to stop it from happening. So what's a mom best option? Time travel, of course. (10 p.m., Monday, July 24, ABC 7) 22. 'Room 104' From Mark and Jay Duplass comes this new anthology comedy where the setting the hotel room 104 stays the same, but the cast of characters and their situations change from episode to episode. (11 p.m., Friday, July 28, HBO) 23. 'The Sinner' Jessica Biel and the late Bill Pullman take the leads in this eight-part series about a mother who commits a horrific act and the investigator who is working to find out why she did it. (10 p.m., Wednesday, August 2, USA) 24. 'Saturday Night Live: Weekend Update' It's not on Saturday. It's not the weekend. And it's not clear if it will be live. Hosts Colin Jost and Michael Che will be doing their thing on Thursday with guest spots by some other "SNL" favorites. (9 p.m., Thursday, August 10, NBC 4) 25. 'Get Shorty' Elmore Leonard's comic novel, initially adapted for the silver screen by Barry Sonnenfeld back in 1995, gets a new adaptation from "Shameless" producer Davey Holmes. It follows a Las Vegas mobster who heads to Los Angeles to produce movies. Starring Chris O'Dowd and Ray Romano. (10 p.m., Sunday, August 13, Epix) 26. 'Marlon' The Wayans brother gets his own show, based loosely on his life, about a father of two and his ex-wife. (9 p.m., Wednesday, August 16, NBC 4) 27. 'Marvel's The Defenders' All your favorite Netflix Marvel Superheroes, Daredevil (Charlie Cox), Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter), Luke Cage (Mike Colter) and Iron Fist (Finn Jones), come together for this big team up where they have to keep New York City safe from a huge threat. (Friday, August 18, Netflix) 28. 'There's ... Johnny' Paul Reiser created and writes this behind-the-scenes series set in the 1970s, about a 19-year-old Midwesterner who gets a job working on "The Tonight Show With Johnny Carson" In an interesting and potentially eventful twist, the show is being made in conjunction with the Carson Estate and will feature classic footage from the iconic series interspersed in the new show. (Thursday, August 24, Seeso) 29. 'Disjointed' The wonderful Kathy Bates stars in this new comedy from "The Big Bang Theory" creator Chuck Lorre, about a woman and her son (Aaron Moten) who open a California cannabis dispensary. (Friday, August 25, Netflix) 30. 'The Tick' The blue-clad superhero gets his third (!) television series. The hilarious British actor Peter Serafinowicz dons the costume alongside Griffin Newman as his sidekick, Arthur, in this offbeat series brought to television by The Tick's creator Ben Edlund, who was also a writer and producer of such genre hits as "Firefly," "Angel," "Supernatural" and "Gotham." (Friday August 25, Amazon)

[kayawagner]

Upstaged, Murder Mystery Party

Publisher: Murder Me

The Royal Globe Theater is preparing for it's next big production; Antony and Cleopatra. Produced by a renouned director and with auditions having already taken place, the stage is set. As Auditionees, friends, family and industry insiders, you have been invited to the "role reveal" party where you will find out who gets the leading roles and who will play supporting bits. Tensions are running high and egos are large. Who will come away with the role of a lifetime, and who will we all forget? Surely nothing could go wrong...

What is a murder mystery party?

A murder mystery party is a wonderful excuse to have your friends and family gather together and tell a collaborative story where you play the main characters. It's part improv, part interactive theater, part role playing and part game. Some players will dress up to help them really get into the theme. Each player is given a character background and a booklet that tells them what they should be thinking about during each "scene". There will be a series of revelations and you'll be interacting with the other guests throughout the night. 

Oh and did I mension that there is a murder? Sometime during the evening, a body will be discovered. Will it be your character or will you be the murderer? Everyone has a motive and everyone is suspicous. It's your job tob to unravel the mystery and work out whodunnit!

Upstaged Specifics

It's designed to be played with 13-20 players and will take 2-3 hours. All materials are provided and in an easy to print format. There are some references to violence (murder) and insinuations to sex, so Upstaged may not be appropriate for all ages. If it were a movie, it'd probably be rated PG-13. It's a one-shot game so after you've played it once, you'll know all the secrets. 

What makes this different from other Murder Mystery Party games?

I've played lots of murder mystery party games in the past and I've always found them lacking in several areas:

1) Most murder mystery games have a list of characters and with descriptions. I've always wanted to know what my character thinks about the other characters I'm interacting with. I have developed relationships between almost every pair of characters. How do I know them? What's their personality like? Do I like them? Do they like me? In this game, just because you have a positive impression of a particular character, does not mean they feel the same way about you!

2) I want every character to feel interesting and for every character to play an integral role in the overarching story. When you get a revelation in Upstaged, it's incredibly fun to work that into conversations going forwards. It helps with character development and helps your character be remembered by the other players. 

3) The murderer does not know who they are until the final reveal. I purposely chose this because some people feel uncomfortable lying for half the night (or the entire evening in some cases). This has the added benefits of keeping suspense up and allowing everyone to participate in the final guessing. 

4) Many times the theme is pasted on - themes are there just for the sake of having a theme. For example, I cannot even imagine what a St. Patricks day theme might look like in-game. I've gone out of my way to make sure that the theme is something that everyone can relate to, where tentions are already high and where people don't feel obligated to dress up. The characters and the story are woven carefully around the theater production to help you get in the mind of the characters. 

5) Several of the roles are gender neutral. This helps when assigning characters to remove the need for some players to gender-swap (which can make people very uncomfortable). 

6) As already mentioned, it plays 13-20 players. I have listed out the 7 optional players in order of preference for inclusion to help you decide which of the optional characters might be the most interesting to play if you don't get the full 20 player count. 

What's included in your purchase?

Information for the host (pdf)

Setting invitation and rules (pdf)

Cast list (pdf)

Character Backgrounds (pdf)

20 X Individual Character Backgrounds (to email) (pdfs)

Character Evening Booklets (pdf)

Players and characters (word doc to fill in)

Revelations (pdf)

Player guesses (pdf)

VIP Pass (pdf)

The Cast List

Character Name

Character Profession

Shell McGowan

Photographer

Alex Hardtack

Reporter

Sergeant Billingsworth

Police Detective

Sara Wellington

Actress

Dr. Scarlet Wellington

Physician

Barbara Black

Actress

Jeremy Plowman

Historian

Jamie Davenport

Lawyer

Mark McArthur

VIP Fan

PJ Denson

Actor

Mindy McArthur

Exec. Assistant

Amy Livingston

Office Admin

Byron Hammersmith

Actor

Mel Beeswax

Theater Owner

Daryl Dennis

Actor

Steve Noman

Stagehand

Geoffrey Livingston III

Director

Micah Freeman

Theater Critic

Mr. Benson

Retired Teacher

William (Billy) Black

Nightclub owner

Excerpt from the game

The Royal Globe Theater is a local landmark in the city of Burnside, IL. The historic theater is celebrating 80 years of business under the Appleby family. Two months ago, the last of the Appleby family passed away and the theater was quickly purchased by the wealthy Beeswax Enterprises. Mel Beeswax, CEO of Beeswax Enterprises, currently owns and operates the theater and has a dedicated team to ensure things run smoothly during this transitional period of change. Most theater staff have stayed since the acquisition but directors and actors work on a contract basis per production. The next performance at the Royal Globe theater will be the production of “Antony and Cleopatra”, produced by renowned director Geoffrey Livingston III. Mr. Livingston takes great pride in his work and he expects this production to be nothing short of perfect. The casting call has been put out and has gained a lot of interest from the local acting community, including several returning cast members from the previous production of “Romeo and Juliet”. Auditions have been completed and the results are eagerly anticipated by all auditionees. Livingston plans to release the cast list during a “role reveal” party of actors, theater staff, friends and family, set for Nov 1st, 2015.

MEL BEESWAX - THEATER OWNER BACKGROUND You are the CEO of Beeswax Enterprises. You’re 100% self-made in the business world and you’ve worked very hard to get to where you are today. Some have accused you of being ruthless. Those people just don’t understand what it takes to make a business work and be successful. You’re not married – you don’t have time for that, not when there’s money to be made. Beeswax Industries reaches all across the city – in retail, office space and even some manufacturing. Your latest venture is the acquisition of The Royal Globe Theater. You don’t have any interest in the so-called “fine arts” - it just so happens to be sat on some prime real-estate. When the property came on the market, you snapped it up as quickly as possible. The Theater probably should be a historic building but there are no papers to protect it. That’s why we need to remove it as quickly as possible. You’ll come up with some story to appease the community when you demolish it – termites or mold or something.

Price: $25.00 Upstaged, Murder Mystery Party published first on https://supergalaxyrom.tumblr.com

[kayawagner]

Upstaged, Murder Mystery Party

Publisher: Murder Me

The Royal Globe Theater is preparing for it's next big production; Antony and Cleopatra. Produced by a renouned director and with auditions having already taken place, the stage is set. As Auditionees, friends, family and industry insiders, you have been invited to the "role reveal" party where you will find out who gets the leading roles and who will play supporting bits. Tensions are running high and egos are large. Who will come away with the role of a lifetime, and who will we all forget? Surely nothing could go wrong...

What is a murder mystery party?

A murder mystery party is a wonderful excuse to have your friends and family gather together and tell a collaborative story where you play the main characters. It's part improv, part interactive theater, part role playing and part game. Some players will dress up to help them really get into the theme. Each player is given a character background and a booklet that tells them what they should be thinking about during each "scene". There will be a series of revelations and you'll be interacting with the other guests throughout the night. 

Oh and did I mension that there is a murder? Sometime during the evening, a body will be discovered. Will it be your character or will you be the murderer? Everyone has a motive and everyone is suspicous. It's your job tob to unravel the mystery and work out whodunnit!

Upstaged Specifics

It's designed to be played with 13-20 players and will take 2-3 hours. All materials are provided and in an easy to print format. There are some references to violence (murder) and insinuations to sex, so Upstaged may not be appropriate for all ages. If it were a movie, it'd probably be rated PG-13. It's a one-shot game so after you've played it once, you'll know all the secrets. 

What makes this different from other Murder Mystery Party games?

I've played lots of murder mystery party games in the past and I've always found them lacking in several areas:

1) Most murder mystery games have a list of characters and with descriptions. I've always wanted to know what my character thinks about the other characters I'm interacting with. I have developed relationships between almost every pair of characters. How do I know them? What's their personality like? Do I like them? Do they like me? In this game, just because you have a positive impression of a particular character, does not mean they feel the same way about you!

2) I want every character to feel interesting and for every character to play an integral role in the overarching story. When you get a revelation in Upstaged, it's incredibly fun to work that into conversations going forwards. It helps with character development and helps your character be remembered by the other players. 

3) The murderer does not know who they are until the final reveal. I purposely chose this because some people feel uncomfortable lying for half the night (or the entire evening in some cases). This has the added benefits of keeping suspense up and allowing everyone to participate in the final guessing. 

4) Many times the theme is pasted on - themes are there just for the sake of having a theme. For example, I cannot even imagine what a St. Patricks day theme might look like in-game. I've gone out of my way to make sure that the theme is something that everyone can relate to, where tentions are already high and where people don't feel obligated to dress up. The characters and the story are woven carefully around the theater production to help you get in the mind of the characters. 

5) Several of the roles are gender neutral. This helps when assigning characters to remove the need for some players to gender-swap (which can make people very uncomfortable). 

6) As already mentioned, it plays 13-20 players. I have listed out the 7 optional players in order of preference for inclusion to help you decide which of the optional characters might be the most interesting to play if you don't get the full 20 player count. 

What's included in your purchase?

Information for the host (pdf)

Setting invitation and rules (pdf)

Cast list (pdf)

Character Backgrounds (pdf)

20 X Individual Character Backgrounds (to email) (pdfs)

Character Evening Booklets (pdf)

Players and characters (word doc to fill in)

Revelations (pdf)

Player guesses (pdf)

VIP Pass (pdf)

The Cast List

Character Name

Character Profession

Shell McGowan

Photographer

Alex Hardtack

Reporter

Sergeant Billingsworth

Police Detective

Sara Wellington

Actress

Dr. Scarlet Wellington

Physician

Barbara Black

Actress

Jeremy Plowman

Historian

Jamie Davenport

Lawyer

Mark McArthur

VIP Fan

PJ Denson

Actor

Mindy McArthur

Exec. Assistant

Amy Livingston

Office Admin

Byron Hammersmith

Actor

Mel Beeswax

Theater Owner

Daryl Dennis

Actor

Steve Noman

Stagehand

Geoffrey Livingston III

Director

Micah Freeman

Theater Critic

Mr. Benson

Retired Teacher

William (Billy) Black

Nightclub owner

Excerpt from the game

The Royal Globe Theater is a local landmark in the city of Burnside, IL. The historic theater is celebrating 80 years of business under the Appleby family. Two months ago, the last of the Appleby family passed away and the theater was quickly purchased by the wealthy Beeswax Enterprises. Mel Beeswax, CEO of Beeswax Enterprises, currently owns and operates the theater and has a dedicated team to ensure things run smoothly during this transitional period of change. Most theater staff have stayed since the acquisition but directors and actors work on a contract basis per production. The next performance at the Royal Globe theater will be the production of “Antony and Cleopatra”, produced by renowned director Geoffrey Livingston III. Mr. Livingston takes great pride in his work and he expects this production to be nothing short of perfect. The casting call has been put out and has gained a lot of interest from the local acting community, including several returning cast members from the previous production of “Romeo and Juliet”. Auditions have been completed and the results are eagerly anticipated by all auditionees. Livingston plans to release the cast list during a “role reveal” party of actors, theater staff, friends and family, set for Nov 1st, 2015.

MEL BEESWAX - THEATER OWNER BACKGROUND You are the CEO of Beeswax Enterprises. You’re 100% self-made in the business world and you’ve worked very hard to get to where you are today. Some have accused you of being ruthless. Those people just don’t understand what it takes to make a business work and be successful. You’re not married – you don’t have time for that, not when there’s money to be made. Beeswax Industries reaches all across the city – in retail, office space and even some manufacturing. Your latest venture is the acquisition of The Royal Globe Theater. You don’t have any interest in the so-called “fine arts” - it just so happens to be sat on some prime real-estate. When the property came on the market, you snapped it up as quickly as possible. The Theater probably should be a historic building but there are no papers to protect it. That’s why we need to remove it as quickly as possible. You’ll come up with some story to appease the community when you demolish it – termites or mold or something.

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