The actor who played Luke fon Fabre on the Tales of the Abyss stage play we saw on the first day of Tales of Festival (June 2nd 2017) wrote an emotional ramble about the experience on Twitter. My new friend and Tales of Festival buddy Rayna translated it, and I am reposting with permission.
Thank you to everyone who attended “Tales of the Stage—The Last Score—” at Yokohama Arena.
All of the Tales fans are probably feeling the low that comes when you leave Tales of Festival, and I’m probably going to make those feelings worse by writing this now, but please let me express my sincere thanks.
First off, the fact that we were able to make “Tales of the Abyss” into a stage play and that we were able to perform it for the 10th anniversary of the festival is all thanks to the fans who have loved the series for more than twenty years. Truly, thank you very much.
I had the honor of playing Luke Fon Fabre in the “Tales of” series’ first stage play. Right up until the day of the performance at Yokohama Arena, I continued to reexamine myself, consult with my colleagues about the things that were troubling me, and search deeper into Kouta Iwaki’s Luke. It was the most fulfilling month of my life.
Although I’m a positive person at my core, during rehearsal and even just before the actual performance, there were times when I couldn’t help but feel down. But at those times, I got warm words of encouragement from everyone at my company and the fans, and I was once again able to raise my head and do my best. Everyone’s words were…how should I say it…like “light” to me. So from now on, too, whenever times are hard, when I start to feel down again, I will look at everyone’s words and fight onward!!
Many things happened, and soon the date of the performance at Yokohama Arena arrived. From the moment I stepped on to the stage, the audience’s voice filled my ears. It was incredibly, incredibly warm. I was nervous about performing in front of thousands of people, but strangely, when I looked around the arena, I felt calm. When the light illuminated the audience, I suddenly had the realization that right there, in front of all those people, I was truly bringing Luke into existence. I will never forget the scenery I saw from the stage.
I reflected on each scene and stood with all my soul on the stage. Because this was the only performance in the arena, I thought that this must be what “putting your heart and soul into something” means. While taking in the cheering and intense gazes from the audience to my heart’s content, the arena, wrapped up in the world of Abyss, moved into the last scene. From part 2’s preview, we moved into the curtain call. Many emotions filled my heart…but until the very end, I was able to stand firm and look forward, bringing the performance to the end. I was truly, truly happy. Like it’s written on my profile, I was a railroad/station worker until 3 years ago. I was someone who stood by the ticket gates, but now I’m standing on Yokohama Arena’s stage in the leading role. Funny things like this can happen, I found myself thinking. I have nothing but thanks for my parents whom I’ve worried until now. I said, “I’ll do my best from now own, too!”
After finishing the play, I was really happy when everyone welcomed me back to the stage for the talk show, this time as Kouta Iwaki. During the talk, when Yukana-san said “Don’t overwork yourself,” I became fraught with emotion. When Chihiro Suzuki-san said “Playing Luke and Asch shaved some of the years off my life.” While thinking with awe, “Ahh, me too,” I looked at Chihiro-san’s eyes and could understand his feelings. I flashed back to everything that happened this month and became overwhelmed with emotion. When Chihiro-san gently placed his hand on my shoulder, my delight and sense of accomplishment and thanks gave me a sense of vertigo and I couldn’t do anything but bow to everyone with all my gratitude. Saying “It’s not my fault!!!” together with everyone in the arena will also become a lifetime memory for me.
As we said farewell in the lobby after the performance, many people came to meet us and said “I was moved,” “That was the best,” “Thank you, Luke,” and many other things, I thought, “My job was able to make this many people happy!” Even though it’s me who should say thank you, I was thanked by a lot of people instead. Lol.
From the next day onward, I shook my light stick as the voice actors and guests did the special skit, talk show, and concert, from beginning to end without losing the excitement. My colleagues and I were flattered as we listened to Chihiro Suzuki-san talk a lot about “Tales of the Stage” from the guest seating. We were also allowed to join them for the cast party, and I was able to greet and talk with all the famous voice actors there. I received many words of encouragement and became a little tense. I was allowed to participate in the 3 day festival…and on the second and third day had the privilege of interacting with everyone at the early ticket sales booth, but I’m grateful that Tokyo and Osaka’s performances on both days sold out. I think those who lined up but were unable to buy a ticket should be able to get an eticket. During the line-up festival, I was able to talk with a lot of people and they were happy with my abs. Laughing and talking with everyone was true happiness. The amount of fans lining up at the booth exceeded my imagination and I couldn’t help but stare. Even though I thought that I would be there with a smile, I was a little moved. I’m thankful to everyone surrounding the “Tales of” series and will do my best to exceed everyone’s expectations in the next performance. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone in Tokyo and Osaka. Please continue to support Tales of the Stage from now on, too!
I still can’t find the words which sum up the attack in Manchester.
The horror and fear those people must have faced is unimaginable… and for such young children too.
My thoughts are with the families and friends of those who have tragically lost their lives.
Manchester and the surrounding communities all pulled together, keeping children safe, taxis having no fares, homeless people helping safe lives.. even now, there’s donations for the police force and hospital staff and their patients.
There’s people remembering those who have been lost, even if they didn’t know them personally.
It’s an unreal feeling… that the attack was in Manchester. The attacks around the world, we distant ourself from. But this, I can’t. It’s my home. It’s people who my friends or family know. It’s the near misses of people I know who were inside or around the area. It’s the place I hold memories in.
Manchester and its people are strong. We will not be broken. We are one.
I said I won’t watch it until after JLPT but I couldn’t resist. I watched AYH tonight. ♥
AYH setlist was like a well-made series. It starts off calmly–not lavish–just calm. Then it’ll make your heart swell from the #squadgoals of back to back To My Homies and Drive. Then it broke me with triple back to back Baby Blue + Miles Away + Hatenai Sora. Then it made me happy again continuously until the end.
Add more of Arashi’s antics + Jun’s live singing voice + Nino harmonizing Miles Away + Ohno’s high-level energy and amazing voice condition, then it’s definitely a concert worth waiting for and paying for.
It reminded me of how much I love these guys–that no matter how busy I get and how many videos I’ve missed, I can always come back to them with a smile and say “oh hey, I’m still in love with these fools.”
Thank you, Arashi, AYH really made me truly happy. ♥
Prompt: You were hired as an in-host arena and a certain maple leaf shows interest in you.
Mentions: Auston Matthews, Various Maple Leaf Players
Warnings: Slight Cursing
Preview:You thought you were finished but you were mistaken. Your boss found your way over to you when you had finished your video. “So we want to do a new video series for during games during intermissions, have you ever seen James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke?”
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You walked into the ACC arena, it was the first day of your new job. Fresh out of college with a degree in sports journalism. You always were a fan of hockey and were hoping you would land a job in the field but never would you imagine that you would land a job with your hometown team with such a major role. You had sent in your resume and application video when you had heard that the Maple Leafs needed a new in-host arena. You never thought you would actually get a call back let alone get the job itself.
So here you were on media day, a few weeks before the season began. You were here to take pictures and record your introduction video for the maple leafs website, or so you thought. The season hadn’t even started and you were already nervous. What if the fans didn’t like you? What if the team didn’t like you? You shook the thoughts from your head as you got ready.
Soon you were in a cute pair of jeans, a maple leafs t-shirt and a blue leather jacket, and you opted for white converse instead of heels. You wanted to have your own flair here, and not follow in other arena hosts footsteps. You had your hair down and slightly curled. You slipped a cute maple leafs beanie on and touched up your makeup.
Once you were ready, you went to the media room to find your boss. “I love the look Y/N!” he smiled and gave you a hug. “We are so happy to have you aboard! Let me introduce you to the guys.”
You suddenly found your nervousness again as you followed your boss through the media room. You saw a bunch of familiar faces sitting around in their jerseys and jeans. “Everyone this is Y/N. She is going to be our new in-arena host. We are very excited to have her here.” You smiled and waved, getting hellos in return. You caught the eyes of number sixteen. You blushed slightly as you were ushered to get your photos taken.
You finished your photos and had recorded a quick introduction video for the site. The entire time you felt eyes watching you. Every time you looked over, you were met with Mitch’s eyes. He would look away after you caught him. You even saw Matthews and Rielly nudge him afterward a few times.
You thought you were finished but you were mistaken. Your boss found his way over to you when you had finished your video. “So we want to do a new video series for games during intermissions, have you ever seen James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke?”
You nodded curiously to where he was going with this. “We want you to do it with the players, we are going to call it Golf Cart Karaoke, hope you can drive one.” He laughed.
“I can try.” You giggled
You spent the next few hours driving around the ACC on a golf cart singing and interviewing different players. You sang One Direction Songs with Jake and Morgan. You talked about shoes and rapped along to Drake with Naz. You, Willy, and Connor did your best spice girls impersonations. You were getting tired when the last two players for the day jumped on the cart and suddenly you were wide awake.
Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner were sitting just a few inches from you and for the first time all day you felt butterflies and you were nervous. You had felt so comfortable with the rest of the guys but this 6 foot, 120 lb. boy was making your knees shake.
You tried to start off the video like any of the others you had recorded but you were stumbling with your words. You tried to put it off as being tired but you had a feeling Auston was seeing right through you and he took the opportunity to make the situation even more awkward.
After rapping along to “Auston Matthews” Matts began talking about romantic comedies.
“Secretly me and Mitch watch romcoms all the time at the house. He’s a huge Love Actually fan.” Auston laughed as Mitch whacked his shoulder.
“That’s my favorite too.” You answered with a smile. “How about you Auston, what is your favorite?”
“I like the classics like Titanic or The Notebook” he answered.
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you guys actually fans or are you just saying that to impress girls?” you questioned. “I think you two should prove you are fans and act out some of the most famous scenes from romantic comedies.”
Mitch and Matts took turns acting out scenes from Titanic, Notting Hill, and The Notebook. You had to hold in your laughter.
“You know this is getting pretty awkward between me and Marns here. Since you are an actual girl maybe you two should do a scene,” Auston smirked. You almost choked on your water.
You noticed Mitch’s rosy red cheeks that matched your own. The crew had called to cut and you thanked your lucky stars. Matts was called over by some other crew members and you put your head on the wheel of the cart. You didn’t notice Mitch was still sitting with you.
“You have a really nice voice Y/N” Mitch stated suddenly startling you.
“Oh.. Why thank you” you answered with a smile.
Mitch placed a hand on your thigh. “I think I am really going to enjoy home games this season” he smiled getting off the golf cart. “Hope to see you around, and keep the converse”
This job was going to be even better then you expected.
Summary: You’ve always been a touch magic but you’ve gone your whole life thinking you’re the only one. Then you meet Finn. A.n. This fic has magic, demon!Finn, reincarnation, a little bit of fairy tale and a tiny bit of celtic mythology. There could be a another part depending on what you guys think.
Everyone knows that demons and magic don’t exist. They are fantasy, they are things that only exist in fairy tales. They’re things that are only alive in dreams. At least that’s what people think. You can’t say that you’re the authority on all things mystical but you’re certainly somewhat magical.
For the prompt thing...Phichumetti #8/9 (kudos if you make it angsty because of Viktuuri and unrequited feelings)
Phichit was too absorbed in his phone when he walked into the locker room the skaters shared to notice someone sniffling. When he did finally notice, he halted in his tracks, feeling bad for walking in on them and interrupting.
Coming across another skater crying at the GPF wasn’t that big of a surprise; they all put themselves under an immense amount of stress and an overload of emotions. No, the surprise for Phichit was whom he found crying.
He hadn’t noticed Phichit’s presence yet. He was sitting at the end of a bench, half in the shadows, and snuffling pathetically into a limp handkerchief. Phichit’s heart did a wobbly flip at the sight of him.
Just hours ago Chris had been confident and smiling. He never let on that he was crumbling under the pressure, holding the fragile fragments of himself together just as well as the rest of them were.
Phichit immediately wanted to make him feel better. He had enough experience comforting Yuuri anytime he was upset, and it just wasn’t in his nature to leave Chris alone when he was hurting.
“Chris?” Phichit asked tentatively.
Chris jumped slightly and looked up at him. His eyes were red and slightly puffy. It made Phichit’s heart lurch, and the small crush he’d been nursing for Chris all season niggled in the back of his mind.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I didn’t know any of the skaters were still in here,” Phichit said as he slowly walked closer. “I just saw Yuuri and Victor off, so I figured it was finally time to come get my things.”
“It’s alright,” Chris said. His voice wobbled dangerously as he attempted to control it. He cleared his throat twice and swallowed thickly.
“Are you okay?” Phichit asked, concerned. He sat next to Chris and put a hand on his shoulder.
Chris laughed, the sound a bitter, self-depreciating bark. “Yeah, I’ll be find. I, ah…it’s stupid, really.”
“I’m sure it’s not. You can tell me,” Phichit said in a gentle, soothing tone. He smiled brightly and jabbed a thumb into his chest. “You can trust me, I’m the best at listening to others when they need to confide in someone. I’ve had lots of practice with Yuuri. You can ask him, I’m excellent best friend material.”
Chris laughed again, a smile flickering on his face for a moment. He peeked at Phichit out of the corner of his eye, and Phichit was glad to see a twinkle of his usual mischievous charm present there.
“Thank you,” he said. “It’s, um…I thought that with Victor taking a break this season that I would finally be able to win. I’ve been living in his shadow for so many years, but I really hoped I had it this year—especially since it seemed like Yuuri had self-destructed and wouldn’t be a threat for a second season in a row.”
Chris shot him a quick glance. “Sorry,” he added after a beat.
“I understand how it is. My close friends are all competitors, too,” Phichit said. He got it, he really did. It was a difficult sport to be simultaneously supportive of your competitor and hoping to beat them with your best work every time. It was exhausting, really. Especially when he was competing against his best friend. “It must have been hard for you all these years to always be outshined by Victor.”
Chris snorted. “I had my own signature style that got me noticed. Victor was just always the better artist. And Yuuri…Well, he’s a dark horse in the shadows, isn’t he? With Victor by his side I imagine he’ll become the next unstoppable force for however long he skates for. Talk about a comeback.”
Phichit smiled, his heart swelling with pride and love for his best friend. He was so proud of Yuuri for what he had accomplished, for earning the silver medal and breaking Victor’s world record. He’d skated so beautifully.
“Yeah,” he said, ducking to hide his smile.
Chris sighed heavily and stood up. “Well. Onto the next competition.”
Phichit stood, too, and put a hand on Chris’ arm to stop him. He wanted to do something to make him feel better, and he could only think of one option. Chris paused and waited.
“There’s one thing you won tonight,” Phichit murmured, stepping closer.
“Oh?” Chris sniffled and laughed wetly, dashing the stray tears clinging to his lashes away. “And what’s that?”
“This,” Phichit said and darted forward to press a kiss to his lips.
Chris made a startled sound before his hands automatically came up to cup Phichit’s elbows. His lips moved slowly against Phichit’s. His stubble scraped against Phichit’s cheek as he shifted and angled his head to kiss him deeper. Phichit’s knees went a little weak at the first swipe of Chris’ tongue against his and he slid his arms up and around Chris’ neck to hold on while Chris stroked their tongues together and sucked on his lower lip. Phichit made a faint sound of pleasure, leaning heavily against Chris’ firm body and wishing they were back at the hotel and not still at the arena. His thoughts all fled when he felt Chris’ hands settle on his ass, squeezing once before drawing their kiss to a close. He slowly pulled away from Phichit’s lips, still holding his body close.His pretty eyes had gone dark with desire; they darted back and forth over Phichit’s face. He looked infinitely better than he had a few minutes ago when Phichit had stumbled on him crying alone in the locker room.
“That,” Chris murmured, squeezing his ass again, “is a much better prize.”
Phichit grinned and leaned up on his toes for another brilliant kiss.
—– Omg this is my first time actually writing them and I loved it??? I will definitely have to play with these two again. Sorry I couldn’t work in much angst!
I told you all I would be writing a fan-fic based upon –> this <– conversation. And it’s looking awesome. This is the first episode. Enjoy! I’m tagging everyone in the post. Let me know if anyone else wishes to be tagged in future episodes!