-i was sitting in the front row of the back mezz and i could see everything and it was incredible.
-brad came up to us beforehand and shouted “NYET, NYET, NYET!” at things such as leaving your cellphones on during the performance and talking during the show, etc
-then prologue started. and everyone in the audience was so engaged from that point on it was great. we had such a good audience omg
-cathryn played her clarinet in my face and it was magical
- celia mei rubin’s arms are my RELIGION, holy shit??? she’s tiny but so fucking strong i love it?? she’s incredible
-okay fast forward to natasha and the bolkonskys…after mary said “and he looked at her once head to toe” nicholas belton managed to mutter “not in my house” at shoba (who was playing natasha) right before mary continued with the lyric and i dIED
-fast forward to the duel: balaga ate sonya out next to the bolkonsky chair, anatole seduces marya, marya whips some poor ensemble member on the top of the stage, and let’s not forget the special appearance by all eighteen of josh canfield’s abs
- everything was fantastic up until in my house
- brittain is in the middle of her line and her mic cuts out
- cue my heart dropping
- then ALL THE SOUND CUTS OUT
- and suddenly there’s an announcement over a hidden loudspeaker: “EXCUSE US. WE’RE HAVING SOME TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. ALL ACTORS PLEASE EXIT THE STAGE.”
- shoba and grace and brittain are just kind of standing there laughing nervously and eventually grace beckons to shoba and they exit
- the audience starts murmuring and everything is quiet
- until a man behind me starts singing: “whOOAAOAOAAAOHOAAA”
- getting the message, i stand up and shout “HEY! HEY! HEY!”
- and the WHOLE AUDIENCE STARTS SINGING THE ABDUCTION
- IT WAS INCREDIBLE
-EVERYONE STARTED CLAPPING AND SHAKING THEIR EGG SHAKERS AND SINGING
- eventually the song died out and everyone started clapping again it was hilarious
- scott stangland (pierre), had to stay in the circular pit the whole time, and i’m not sure if he was staying in character or drinking from the wine bottle to cope with the fact that things had gone horribly wrong
- then the guitar player next to him started the wave
- and since its a circular theatre, the wave extended through the entire imperial
- after that ended, heath came out to his spot to loud applause
- he grinned and waved as the rest of the cast came out
- they weren’t getting the okay to continue the show so they just stood there in silence in their spots right before in my house
- after a long pause, lucas, who stood on the top of the stairs, called “YOU GUYS REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED, RIGHT?” everyone says “yes!” and then grace comes onstage and the audience ROARS
- they continued the show and it was terrific
anyway, tl/dr: props to the great comet cast retaining their good humor and taking a major technical difficulty in stride.
If I got us... two sweet box seats and a cheese plate.
No, I'd go. I would go. You don't have to upsell with a cheese plate.
But I know... I know that your weakness is a cheese plate.
Yeah, that's a good-- It is one of my many--
Are you two just asking-- like on a date right now?
He's just trying to invite me to a John Mayer concert.
I'm taking him to John Mayer. I just want him to hear the one song. Once he plays Daughters, we're out. We're gone. It'll probably be towards the end because its one of his hits.... Shit... what if he's bold and plays it at the beginning to get the crowd going.
A/N: Part 4! Let’s call this one the calm before the storm. 😏 You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X
You’d entered the kitchen with your phone against your ear and a print of your completed script in your hand. You were on the phone with Alex, discussing the meetings he’d line up for you that day. You’d finally finished after months of hard work and were up to meeting with production companies and their chosen directors to make your pitch and hear theirs, as well as decide on who you wanted to trust with 'Charlotte Rose’ as it was a script that meant a lot to you. You’d already declined numerous production companies and their directors with only one company left; 'Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’. You were hoping things would work out, otherwise you were going to have to revisit or put the script aside until the right director came along.
The story was about Charlotte Rose, a blind violinist, who traveled the world inspiring those with disabilities aspiring to be musicians. You’d gotten the idea on your last day in Rome while you were on your romantic trip with your husband. You were checking out of the hotel when you heard beautifully played music coming from the hotel’s café. You’d always loved the melodies that violins offered, so you left Chris to deal with the bags while you made a detour.
It surprised you when you saw that the musician was blind, but what surprised you even more was how kind and positive she was when you spoke with her. You didn’t have a lot of time to speak with her as your cab was waiting for you, but by the end of the ten minute conversation, you’d decided Rosita’s story was one worth telling. You told her you were a screen wright and asked if she would be okay with you loosely basing a story around her. She was very touched by the offer and even gave you her contact detail if you ever needed to ask her any questions about anything. Other than you and Chris, she was the only other person who got to review your script the second you were done with it; you’d personally read the whole thing from cover to cover and recorded it like an audiobook just for her, because without her, you wouldn’t have a story to tell.
“Bud, you can’t just eat all the marshmallows and not the cereal.” You heard Chris tell your son and you looked over at them, chuckling softly while listening to Alex. “You have to eat it all,” Chris pushed the bowl back towards Jack who’d pushed it away after he claimed he was finished with.
“But Daddy, the marshmallows are the only parts I like.” Jack pouted when Chris pointed at the bowl, facials informing your son he had no choice but to finish it. “Fine,” he huffed and picked up his spoon again, passive-aggressively clinking his spoon against his plastic bowl as he ate his- most likely soggy- cereal.
You tuned back into your phone call when you heard Alex ask for your confirmation, “yeah, I’m going to head over now.” You said and Chris looked up at you with narrowed eyes; he, too, had a meeting he had to leave for now. “See you in a bit,” you bid Alex goodbye then hung up.
“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the dining table.
“Hm?” You hummed; you were too busy gathering your materials to look up at him.
“Are you headed out?” He quizzed and you looked up.
“Yeah,” you nodded as you walked over to kiss your boys goodbye. Jack giggled and squirmed away when you tried to give him a playfully loud smack on the cheek, whereas Chris turned his head to have you meet his lips instead. “I’m going to need you to drop Jack off at preschool today, I’ve got a meeting to run to.” You told him and he pressed his lips together. “What?” You felt your eyes narrow at his expression.
“I’ve got a meeting to run to too,” he answered with a wince. “We’re meeting the writer today to try and convince him or her to give us the movie rights. I told you the other night and you said…” He trailed off when he saw realization pool in your eyes and heard you cuss under your breath. “I’m meant to be leaving now, I just thought I’d help get Jack through breakfast seeing as you were still on the phone with Alex.”
“Oh my God, Chris,” you covered your mouth, “I honestly forgot.”
“You know what, it’s fine.” He chuckled and quickly tried to calm things when he saw you start to run a hand through your hair; an obvious tick when you were stressed out. “I’ll call them and tell them I’m going to be la-”
“No,” you shook your head, letting out a quick breath. “I’ll drop Jack off, you go to your meeting.” Chris tried to argue, but you didn’t give him a chance. “It’s fine, babe. You can’t be late for yours whereas I can afford to because they’re trying to win me over.” You chuckled when he did. “Just go, I’ll see you later.”
“I love you,” he quickly pecked you on the cheek as he got to his feet.
“I love you too,” you smiled and gave him a small wave as he rushed for the front door, disappearing around the corner and down the hallway. “Good luck, Captain,” you called, “you’re going to nail it!”
“You too, sweetheart!” You heard him call back then the front door slam shut.
• • • • • • • •
You spotted Alex waiting outside the restaurant as you pulled into the parking lot. You winced when you saw him tap at his watch and quickly mouthed a “sorry” even though he probably couldn’t see what you were saying. You got out of the car, grabbing your bag and files as you did, and made your way over to him.
“I am so sorry, Alex,” you told him and he chuckled softly; he knew you had a hectic schedule so he couldn’t be too mad at you. “Chris had a meeting to get to and I had to drop Jack off at preschool and there was a huge-”
“Don’t worry about it,” Alex cut you off with a smile. “They’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Most of them are parents themselves, so they understand what life is like with kids. Plus they’re all so interested in working with you that you could’ve left them waiting an extra hour and they’d still bend over backwards to get you to sign your script over to them.” You chuckled softly at that. “You’re fine, now let’s go in.” He said and led you inside. “I think you’re going to be very happy with the director they’re offering, it’s someone you’ve been wanting to work with for a while now.”
“I think you should know by now that a name isn’t all that’s going to win me over,” you responded with a chuckle and he nodded, sighing. You’d declined a few big names over the past few days, some you’d dreamed about working with since you started in the industry. “I need to know that I can trust the person with my work, Alex. I’m passionate about telling the story right, so if the director can’t meet my vision then- I’m not going to say yes.”
“I know. But trust me,” Alex bit back his smile as he stopped in front of the door of the private room. “This director is definitely going to meet your vision. He’s got a very unique mindset, one that I believe matches yours perfectly. In fact, I’d say he is worthy of being your soulmate.” He commented and you felt your eyes narrow in confusion. You’d no clue what he was talking about, nor were you in the right mind to figure it out; pregnancy brain was kind of kicking your ass a little. “You’ll see what I mean in a second.” He pushed the door open and stepped aside, holding out an arm to gesture you in first. “After you, Y/N.”
You walked into the room and felt your jaw drop at the sight of your husband sitting amongst a small group of men and women. “Chris?” You narrowed your eyes at him; he looked up at you and felt his own jaw drop. “What is happening here?” You asked as you turned to Alex, who was trying his utmost best not to laugh at your reaction.
“This is why they wouldn’t mention names,” Chris mumbled to himself then smiled when he realized what this meant; you were the mysterious nameless writer they wanted him to work with. “Oh my God,” he slapped his knee, grinning excitedly. “I can’t believe I’m finally going to be able to work with my wife.”
“As you can see, your director will be Chris Evans if you choose to sign on with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer,” Alex informed you, smiling. You chuckled with a shake of your head, smiling at Chris who could not wipe his grin from his handsome face. “I thought I’d keep things fair and keep your husband for the last meeting, otherwise you wouldn’t even give the first five a shot.”
“And what makes you think I’m going to give my husband a shot?” You quizzed, smirking at Chris who was trying hard not to laugh. “Just because he’s my husband doesn’t mean I’m just going to trust him with my work, he’s still going to have to win me over.”
“Your wife is a tough one,” you heard one of the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’s representatives say to Chris and you saw him chuckle and nod in response. “Here we were thinking getting you to direct meant getting her script.” Chris looked up at you, smiling as he chewed on his middle finger. “I guess we were wrong about that,” the man chuckled softly.
“Don’t worry,” Chris dropped his hand, smirking. You bit back your smile as your husband said smugly, “I’m very good at winning her over. Case in point,” he held up his hand, letting his wedding band glisten under the fluorescent light. “Getting her to have a kid was another tough one, but here we are expecting a second one.” You chuckled softly, absent-mindedly smoothing your hand over your belly. “This is going to be a piece of cake. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“If you say so, Captain,” you felt your own smirk appear as you took your seat opposite Chris. You slid copies of your script across the table at your husband and his employers. “Now let’s see what you’ve got to bring to the table.”
back then (acoustic) - julian smith // a case of you - gabrielle aplin // she - ed sheeran // i won’t let you down - alex clare // menswear - the 1975 // words as weapons - birdy // sheets - shannon saunders // after the storm - mumford + sons // scare away the dark - passenger // overjoyed (acoustic) - bastille // little darling - lewis watson // city love - john mayer // a drop in the ocean - ron pope // oats in the water - ben howard // medicine - daughter // you - the pretty reckless // parallax - the careful ones // waiting game - banks // bloodstream - stateless // nicest thing - kate nash
Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong attended the opening performance of the final tour stop for the Tony-winning Broadway musical American Idiot The Musical in Denver. He was joined by director Michael Mayer, drummer Tré Cool, among other luminaries.