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Lucy Avellino
Mysterious Ways
Thu Mar 17, 2005 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, and watched him strip off his work ensemble. The gun didn't bother her, overly much anyway, but it was a brief reminder of why she was here and not in New Yawk. Bits of really naughty ideas floated around in her head, eying the cut of his trousers, thinking she'd really turned into some sort of sex monster.

How could she be thinking of stripping the rest of his clothing off at a time like this?!

Oh, yes. Because he was singing. Listening to the smooth baritone resound from his chest made her feel all gooey inside, and a glance towards the audience proved her point. The few girls present were leaning forward, eyes fixed on his form with mouth agape. Yep. Caleb had the talent -- and Javert was the bad guy role! Oh, wait. Erik had been the evil role too, and look what had happened with that!

“All right Javert. Same as Cosette; rehearsals start tomorrow night, bring the headshot and a short bio.” Just like that it was over with? “Next! Michelle Sykes.”


Waiting impatiently whilst he rejoined her and shrugged into his coat and holster, Lucy slung an arm around her favorite CIA agent's waist, "Oh, that was brilliant! Why didn't you tell me you were going for it as well?" Not really expecting an answer, the raven haired Lolita looked down to adjust the purse slung across her shoulders and got an ear nibble for her trouble. ACK! He blamed her for his theatre addiction? Please. "Well ... in that case, I blame you for my sex addiction!" Sticking out her tongue, the wench giggled as she slid into the passenger seat.

From Cerillos Road to Saint Francis and finally Paseo, the trip home didn't take all that long considering. Besides, someone was too busy toying with Caleb's car stereo to find a decent station. Finally! "Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain ...
With the rain in Shambala." Gotta love Three Dog Night, baybee. " Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame with the rain in Shambala ..." That mellow voice kept her groovin' until they pulled into the tiny parking lot for the complex. Red. Bug. Red bug. Her eyes widened in appreciation, already wondering how to bribe the owner into letting her drive it around the plaza. Hell, she'd bake cookies!


Having not exactly been listening, more concentrating on drooling against the window, she tilted her head to regard the driver ... who had ... keys?! Her mouth dropped open. "........!" That's right, bucko. Rendered her speechless. Good show! A hand reached out after a loooooooong session of "OMGCALEBTHANKYOU," extracted the precious set of keys. In less than a minute she was out of his car, face plastered against the driver's side window of her own.

There might have been a strung-together sentance involving use of the word 'worship'. Multiple times.

In fact ... Lucy practically forced her lover into the car at purse-point, then squealed in delight to find the car had been restored and converted to automatic for her. It was ..."Wow. I love you!" Buckle up, boyo. It's gonna be a bumpeh ride! And was it ever. She tore out of the lot at thirty miles and hour and headed west up Peralta. Vroom, vroom! After several death-defying turns, she cruised up Canyon Road -- one of the most famous streets in the city and home to a couple gazillion art galleries and restaurants.

Which is where they ended up. Expensive little eatery, tucked away just off the main street. Lavish food, exemplary service, and she insisted on paying for it. After all -- Caleb had secured her a car!

"Cosette, you won't be seen until the end of Act One, so just made yourself comfortable. Marius, same with you. The rest ... I want one read-through on stage today. We'll start blocking tomorrow, but I need to see how well you interact with your fellow cast members."

Well, that wasn't a bad idea. Perhaps Dick wasn't so much an idiot as a clever jerk. Lucy lounged in the front row of seats, a brand-spanking-new script on her lap. Caleb was on stage, since Javert and Valjean were introduced to the audience in the very first scene. She hadn't yet learned everyone's names, and was seriously contemplating on just associating faces with characters. Because of the Program, she was running a high risk of having to vanish before this run was over ... but this time refused to feel guilty about it. That's what understudies and swings were for. Weren't they?

"What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done? Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run. And have I fallen so far, and is the hour so late that nothing remains but the cry of my hate, the cries in the dark that nobody hears, here where I stand at the turning of the years?"

Ha! Valjean did sound a bit like Wilkinson. Eyes bright in appreciation of the man's vocal talents, as her admiration of Caleb's was already known, she set to scribbling little notes in once-pristine margins as the read-through staggered on blindly.

"Come to me, Cosette, the light is fading Don't you see the evening star appearing? Come to me, and rest against my shoulder. How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder. Hurry near, another day is dying. Don't you hear, the winter wind is crying? There's a darkness which comes without a warning but I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning."

Sniffle. Woman playing 'Mum' was absolutely brilliant! Surely the actress wouldn't mind a youth trailing after her begging for insights on how to pull that level of emotion from her own voice ... and this was just the first night of rehearsals! Mein gott. Lucy decided right there and then that she wanted to be just like Fantine's portrayer when she matured. Lady even had dark hair and a breathtaking face. Oh yes, there would be no dry eyes during the musical's run.

There, out in the darkness - a fugitive running. Fallen from grace, fallen from grace. God be my witness ... I never shall yield till we come face to face. Till we come face to face. He knows his way in the dark. Mine is the way of the Lord and those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward. And if they fall as Lucifer fell - the flame, the sword!" Pause. "Stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted ... filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinels, silent and sure, keeping watch in the night. Keeping watch in the night ..."

Her breath caught as Caleb performed his first big number cold. Christ, his voice sent shivers down her spine, and not only because of the beauty involved. No, there was some cosmic truth underlying the lyrics. Was this how he viewed the world .. or just her overactive imagination? Resolving to ask in the near future, the singer kept an ear out for her cue and resumed scanning her first lines.

Marius was a complete riot. Some of his jokes were crude, but not overly so. And his voice? Yowser! Everyone commented on it -- that this young man would take Broadway by storm very soon. Hell, had Lucy not been absolutely devoted to Caleb, the young man who played Cosette's lover might've stood a chance with her. Our little songbird was finally beginning to shed some of her Italian notions about who and who not to marry. Or befriend.

Later that night, exhausted and lying in tangled sheets with the agent after thanking him yet again for the bloody car, she casually asked a few questions about work. Not hard to memorize the location, and the floor on which he worked. Yes, she had motives. Sneaky ones at that. Finally rolling over, and grinning when he scooted up behind her sleepily, she spent half the night plotting.

"Oh, holy christ. Who is she and where do I sign up for a piece?"

One of Simon's new underlings was staring out the office window, instead of paying attention to a briefing. Beyond the glass pane, a small army of mostly males was moving slowly through the maze of cubicles that preceded the corner offices on the far side of this floor. Robert Fowler, looking like he'd either swallowed something nasty or had a recent enema, was giving a tour of the place to ...

Well, her current name started with the letter 'A'.

Uh huh. Dressed in a flirty little green sundress under a white linen coat, she looked every inch of 'Regal Spoiled Princess'. Someone had gone slightly overboard in putting together an image today. "You are too kind, Mister Fowler. Honestly, all I wanted to do was leave the wallet down at the desk. Surely your secretary could have run it up?" Twinkling brown eyes alighted on Caleb when she spied his office. "Oh, there he is. I'll just be a minute."

Didn't wait for answer, simply strode through the crowd of men over to 'Mister Halifax's' door and swept in to distrupt the meeting. "Gentlemen, I am so sorry to interrupt. But Simon left this at home and I needed to run it over before he got into serious trouble." A leather wallet was removed from her purse and tossed onto his desk. Definately not the one he had in his trouser pocket.

"Ta, hon. Gentlemen, good afternoon."

Time to make a hasty get-away. Robert, that fink, was only too glad to escort her off that floor. Forcibly, if necessary. Actually, she'd made a deal with him. The CIA could put a homing device in her car if they promised to stop sitting on the other side of the little park outside the apartment complex, radiating governmental vibes. In fact, the only real downside of the visit was having to dart into the ladies room so she wouldn't throw up on her lover's boss. Two weeks of being sick and stressed. Not good.

The senior agent was waiting for her outside, his expression inscrutable. "How long have you been getting sick, Alex." Well, Alex was better than Luce, wasn't it? When she told him, the wierdest look passed over his normally sober face. A very, very amused smile. "Tell Simon I'm taking his wife to a doctor." Now incredibly suspicious, Lucy found herself hustled out of the building ... and walked exactly one block to a downtown physician's office.

The diagnosis was ... interesting. "What?!"

Oh ... heck. Rob was going to have a field day with this!

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