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Lucy Avellino
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Wed Mar 16, 2005 13:52

“C’mon hippie! We need to get some shoes on you if we’re going out tonight.”

Out? She let him cart her into the apartment, refusing to let go until he had to dump her in their closet before attending to boyfriend duties such as checking mail. Feh. Lucy sat there for a moment, letting her head clear. Pheremones aside, she was pretty sure he was pretending to not be aroused. No fun at all, her dirty old man! But she scrambled up after hearing some choice grumbles from the living room and rifled quickly through her newest wardrobe. Deep purple skirt, a clean peasant blouse of the collapsible shoulder variety ... and a turquoise-and-silver belt she'd picked up from one of the Native American sellers on the Plaza just before making Keefe's aquaintance.

Said furball watched Caleb for all of five seconds before disappearing into the kitchen for an evening snack. Her mistress dragged a hairbrush through dark curls before slipping on a pair of low heels and hurrying out the door, only barely remembering to grab a beaded purse on the way out! Yes, hippie days are hear again. Since he'd left the car unlocked, the darlin' 'gal' slid into the passenger seat, carefully rearranging her skirt. Another one of those crushed linen creations that ought to belong on a commune.

"Where are we going?"

Heaven help her. She sounded like a kid ... which was either good or bad, depending on the interpretation. When Caleb didn't answer -- merely started up the car and eased back out onto the street, she hmphed in annoyance. Fine. Be all sneaky and mysterious. It took a lot of energy, but she managed to appear uninterested the entire ride ... at least until they pulled into a small parking lot on the other side of town, near the College.

One glance at the restaurant's sign and she found herself suddenly famished. Tortilla Flats, it proclaimed proudly and the heavenly smells beckoned her to open the door and vanish. The aromas were more pronounced inside, though they had to wait about ten minutes before the host escorted them to a table near a window. Lucy went and ordered one of the enchilada platters .. and there was a vegetarian burrito for Caleb! Cool, no?

It was a strange sensation, sitting across from him. No one was breathing down their necks -- first time she had really felt relaxed in the last month. They talked of everything and nothing, Caleb's day had been as stressed as hers was boring. Made her want to reach across the table and smooth his worry lines away. And, typically, it was only when she felt cool skin against her fingertips that the wench realized she'd done just that.

"Sorry ..." Oh, one hell of a blush you've got there, Miss Nero. Mental note: kick Rob next time he shows his face. Nevermind the fact that she currently owed the idiot her sanity, not to mention her lover's. Still valiantly resisting the siren lure of completely growing up, which only added to the realism of her current persona, Lucy settled back in her seat and contented her childish urges by doing ... nothing. Nope. Just smiled at Caleb, assuming he'd think she was up to something.

Their dinner arrived eventually, huge platters piled high with divine Northern New Mexican food. Green chili, spanish rice, beans, cheese, sour cream ... heck, her mouth watered just looking at it. Simon Halifax now had competition! Without further ado, she dug into the meal and didn's speak for fifteen minutes when half the plate had been cleaned. Idle chit chat followed, mainly because she refused to admit the curiosity was killing her!

"Come on, sweetheart."

Lucy eyed him suspiciously, rising anyway to retrieve her purse and flop down fourty dollars before he could. Ha! Smiling impishly at his annoyed expression, the wench merely pressed a kiss to his cheek in the most grating way possible, "You're dating me for my body and my trust fund, remember?" And now ever so pleased with herself, the girl practically skipped out to the car and waited for him to catch up. Ah, but her superior air would not last long. No, indeed.

The Greer Garson Theatre was a treasured landmark in the city. Occupying a small corner of the College of Santa Fe, it regularly hosted national touring companies, along with college productions and those of local acting groups both youth and adult oriented. Miss Nero sat in the car for about five minutes when they arrived -- it took that long to talk herself out of the car and over to the ticket booth. Caleb had theirs waiting, naturally, which only added to his girlfriend's misery. She wasn't supposed to go near the stage, remember? Oh, wait. She hadn't told him. Nevermind.

Escorted inside, they were met by one of many ushers who handed over a playbill and showed them where the seats were. Near the front, in the middle, which wasn't not a bad place to be. Lucy finally peeked at the title of the show they were seeing that evening and just about had a heart attack. "Oh my god. C--Simon!" Whoops. Close call there. Clutching the large pamphlet to her chest, the girl snuggled against his side and waited for events to begin. And, at eight o'clock, the lights finally dimmed ...

"(in Spanish)It is the sad duty of the Secretary of the Press... (in English) inform the people of Argentina that Eva Peron, spiritual leader of the nation, entered immortality at 20.25 hours today."

The curtain rose on a scene depicting a state funeral. To one side, near the orchestral pit, stood a handsome man in his thirties, eying the crowd behind him.

"Oh what a circus! Oh what a show! Argentina has gone to town over the death of an actress called Eva Peron. We've all gone crazy. Mourning all day and mourning all night. Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right." He strode across the bottom of the stage, gesturing towards the audience as he continued. "Oh what an exit! That's how to go! When they're ringing your curtain down. Demand to be buried like Eva Peron. It's quite a sunset and good for the country in a roundabout way. We've made the front page of all the world's papers today."

Lucy had almost stopped breathing, all of her attention fixed on the performance. She was practically sobbing three hours later, when the curtain fell for the last time. Having stolen a handful of kleenex from the bathroom at Intermission, the singer couldn't explain the maelstrom she was feeling at the moment. It was exhilarating, terrifying ... rather like being in love with Caleb, she decided. And on the way out, she noticed a bulletin with the date and time of auditions for the next show.


"Thank you, Amy. We'll let you know tonight if you've got the part."

Alexandra Nero listened nervously to the smattering of applause from the audience, where the director and other crew members waited imperiously for the next person to walk onto the stage. Caleb was there too, since this was a Sunday and he'd not been called into the office. Thank the Lord. Funny how just one week could completely change your outlook on things.

After Evita had closed and they'd got home, Lucy had finally worked up enough courage to tell her lover why she hadn't been singing or trying to get into a musical of some sort. He'd flat out said it was a stupid reason, which in turn had led to their first fight. Ugly, lots of shouting ...hell, she'd even thrown a small vase past his head! And then the tantrum had ended with her alone in bed. Kind of fitting, since she had been acting childishly.

What did everyone expect? Her birthday wasn't until after Thanksgiving -- and even then she'd be only twenty one! But she'd chucked her pride out the window and apologized the next morning. Managed to cook a decently edible dinner. Made love to him. THAT had done the trick and made him start smiling again. Mental note: Men like sex, lots and lots of it. So here she was, about to make a complete fool of herself onstage because she hadn't sung in over a month.

"Next! Alexandra Nero."

She inched her way onto the stage after a moment to call her nerves, and smiled hesitantly at the director. "What part are you gunning for, miss?" It was obvious she looked too young for any of the main roles, and too old for the three children leads. Well, shucks. "I ... uh ...Cosette. I'd like to audition for the part of Cosette." This guy was worse than Ray and David combined! Older, very sure of himself. Bad bark. "Alright. Let's see how you sing cold. In My Life from the top."

And with that, she was off!

"How strange. This feeling that my life's begun at last. This change, can people really fall in love so fast? What's the matter with you, Cosette? Have you been too much on your own? So many things unclear So many things unknown." Breathe, girl. Breathe. " In my life there are so many questions and answers that somehow seem wrong. In my life there are times when I catch in the silence the sigh of a faraway song. And it sings of a world that I long to see out of reach -- Just a whisper away
waiting for me."

Complete silence. So she went on.

"Does he know I'm alive? Do I know if he's real? Does he see what I see? Does he feel what I feel? In my life I'm no longer alone. Now the love in my life is so near. Find me now, find me here!" She paused again as the actor playing Valjean sang from the audience, a beautiful tenor reminiscent of Colm Wilkinson. "Dear Cosette, you're such a lonely child. How pensive, how sad you seem to me. Believe me, were it within my power I'd fill each passing hour How quiet it must be, I can see with only me for company."

And again back to Lucy.

"There's so little I know that I'm longing to know of the child that I was in a time long ago... There's so little you say of the life you have known. Why you keep to yourself. Why we're always alone So dark! So dark and deep... The secrets that you keep. In my life I have all that I want. You are loving and gentle and good. But Papa, dear Papa, in your eyes I am just like a child who is lost in a wood ..."

Awe. It filled the theatre almost tangibly, this reaction whenever people heard Lucy sing for the first time. Caleb would have been the only one unaffected by it, for surely this was old hat to him by now. The director, suitably named Richard, finally cleared his throat after a moment. "Rehearsals start tomorrow night. This isn't a professional production so don't expect to be paid. Bring a suitable 8x10 photo for the program and a short biography. Welcome to the cast, Miss Nero."

She was in -- as if there had ever been a doubt!

  • Marginal ImprovementCaleb Holmes, Tue Mar 15 21:30
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    • Improved Actions — Lucy Avellino, Wed Mar 16 13:52
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        • Mysterious WaysLucy Avellino, Thu Mar 17 16:22
          “Next! Simon Halifax.” Lucy barely had time to catch her breath before Caleb moved past her, the cutest little smirk on his face. He was auditioning too? Twisting around, she leaned against the wall, ... more
          • Surprises AboundCaleb Holmes, Fri Mar 18 02:27
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            • Lock, Stock and BarrelLucy Avellino, Fri Mar 18 13:01
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              • Fruity by NatureCaleb Holmes, Fri Mar 18 15:10
                “Hi…” She was so cute when she squeaked! “I’m Lucy, and I’ll be your pregnant girlfriend for the next six months or so.” Six months? She was already going into the second trimester?! “Or… I’ll be... more
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                  • Secrets and FerretsCaleb Holmes, Sat Mar 19 04:02
                    “And… and… I’m pregnant.” That was the first intelligible thing that Lucy had said through her sobbing rant. Sighing, Caleb watched from his perch at the foot of the bed, knowing better than to... more
                    • I Heart FoodLucifer Avellino, Mon Mar 21 15:35
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