carmen performance


Carmen Cusack performing ‘You’ll Be Back’ from Hamilton at MCC’s Miscast gala.

Only Us (Will Roland X Reader)

WC: 2094

Warnings: Excessive use of the word ‘sang’, fluff

Summary: It’s MisCast night, and Will and Y/N have decided to tackle a romantic ballad from their show

A/N: I love Will Roland a lot so here we go

“Y/N! You made it!” Laura called from across the hall as I approached her. I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her once we had caught up with each other.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I said and Laura chuckled at my words.

“Well, you’re actually the last member of the cast here. It’s just you, me and Will.” Laura said and I felt my cheeks heat up a little. Zoe knew about my rather intense crush on my co-star, and she just loved teasing me.

“Awesome. It feels kinda weird to be singing one of your songs tonight.” I said and Laura laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

“It’s all good Y/N. It is MisCast after all. I bet you’re excited about performing with Will.” Laura said and I groaned, burying my head in my hands.

“You’re the worst Dreyfuss.” I said, my words slightly muffled.

“Right back at you Y/L/N. Now, let’s get to our table.” Laura said, taking my arm as we walked over to the table. I nervously smoothed out the emerald fabric of my dress.

“Look who’s here!” Laura announced and Will looked up, his glasses slightly crooked.

“Y/N! Hey!” Will said enthusiastically, standing up from the table. I moved over to him and pulled him into a hug, trying desperately to ignore the fact that his body fit almost perfectly on mine.

“You look incredible.” Will said, scanning me up and down, smiling as he did. I blushed a little and waved a hand in his direction.

“The tux suits you, Roland. It’s nice to see you dressed up. You look good.” I said and Will pushed his glasses up his nose, a pink colour dusting his cheeks.

“Thanks. You ready for our performance, Zoe?” Will said as I took a seat next to him at the table.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Evan.” I said, shooting him a wink. Will chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Hey guys! Sorry for disappearing, I just went to get us some drinks.” Laura said and the both of us turned to face her.

“Awesome.” I said, and Laura handed out the drinks.

“A beer for Will, I don’t know what brand or type it is and nor do I care, and a champagne for Y/N.” Laura said and I gratefully accepted the glass.

“Didn’t know you were a champagne drinker Y/N.” Will said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“I only am when I have to perform. I don’t want to be smashed onstage.” I said and Will let out a loud laugh.

“I understand that completely.” Will said, crinkles appearing around the edges of his bright blue eyes.

Suddenly the first singer was introduced, and I let out a sharp laugh at the sight of Carmen Cusack decked out in a cape and crown, complete with a sceptre. A very familiar piano intro started playing and my smile widened.

“I love this song.” I whispered to Will, who nodded.

“I think everyone loves King George, or in this case, Queen George.” He said and I chuckled, taking a quick sip of my champagne.

I bobbed my head, singing under my breath as Carmen performed. My stomach was starting to hurt at the end of the number, and I clapped loudly when she finished.

“What a way to start the night.” Will mused before taking a swig of his beer. “I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, relaxing in my chair.

“Hey, when are you guys up again?” Laura asked and I looked at Will, my eyebrows furrowed.

“Um, I think we’re after Brian D'Arcy James.” Will said and I nodded, glad one of us remembered.

“Well, you should probably head up onstage. Mandy’s up next, then Brian, then you guys.” Laura said and I nodded, downing my champagne.

“Damn.” Laura muttered and I smiled at her before standing up.

“M'lady.” Will said, holding his arm out for me.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I said and Will snickered as I looped my arm in his.

“Nice Hamilton reference.” He said as we made our way onstage, taking our seats towards the side of the stage.

“Hey you guys!” Brandon Victor Dixon said as we sat down.

“Hey Brandon.” I said, smiling brightly at him.

“So, what song are you guys singing? I assume you’re performing together.” Brandon said and I nodded, looking over at Will.

“We’re doing Only Us.” Will said and Brandon arched an eyebrow.

“I know people normally do songs from musicals they’re not in, but we do have a reason behind this, I swear.” I said and Brandon chuckled, nodding his head.

“Awesome. I saw the show on Tuesday, and let me just say that you were incredible in it.” He said and I blushed a little, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Thanks Brandon. I would say you were amazing in Hamilton, which you most likely are, but I still can’t get tickets.” I said and Brandon let out a loud laugh.

“Maybe I can hook you up with some.” He said, winking at me as he spoke.

“I’d love that.” I said, and suddenly Will let out a cough.

“Sorry. Just, Mandy’s starting.” Will said and I nodded cautiously, noticing a change in his expression. Mandy brought out the cast and Will and I looked at each other, disbelief in our features.

“Will, Y/N? Can you guys sign my cast?” Mandy said and Will and I jumped up and walked over towards Mandy.

“And can you maybe get me a ticket?” She said and we both chuckled. I signed the cast, adding a little smiley face after my name, and passed the sharpie to Will.

“This is so cool!” I whispered, and Will smiled widely at me.

“I know!” He responded with the same level of enthusiasm. We sat back down and suddenly the piano started playing, and when Mandy started singing Waving Through A Window, Will and I looked at each other, smiling and giggling like children.

Will threw an arm around my shoulder and my eyes widened slightly, but I eased into his embrace. Will and I clapped exceptionally loudly when Mandy finished, and Will even whistled. I giggled and Will shot me a half smile.

Brian got up and sung brilliantly, and suddenly the realisation hit me that it was our turn to sing. Will took my arm once more and lead me up to the front of the stage.

“Hey guys. So, the song we’re singing is actually from the musical Will and I made our Broadway debut in, which is uncommon, but hear us out.” I said, and the audience members chuckled.

“We’ve switched the characters up a little bit, so for about four minutes we are no longer Jared and Alana. Instead, we’re Zoe and Evan.” Will said, before gesturing to the band. They started playing and I took in a deep breath, clutching the microphone for dear life.

“I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you. I don’t need you to search for the proof that I should.” I sang, looking over at Will. I took his hand, and felt the electricity run through my arm.

“You don’t have to convince me. You don’t have to be scared you’re not enough, cause what we’ve got going, is good.” I sang, laughing a little towards the end.

Will looked up at me with wide eyes, and I smiled bashfully at him. I didn’t have to act like I was in love with Will, because I actually was.

“I don’t need more reminders of all that’s been broken. I don’t need you to fix what I’d rather forget. Clear the slate and start over. Try to quiet the noises in your head. We can’t compete with all that.” I sang, placing my free hand on the side of Will’s face. His face was warm under my hand, and a smile crept onto my face.

“So what if it’s us? What if it’s us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore or matter. Can we try that? What if it’s you? And what if it’s me? And what if that’s all that we need it to be?” I sang, my hand falling off Will’s face but still tingling slightly.

“And the rest of the world falls away. What do you say?” I sang and Will took in a deep breath, beginning his part.

“I never thought there’d be someone like you who would want me.” Will sang and I let out a shaky sigh, taking his hand and squeezing it.

“Well.” I said, laughing shakily as I did. Will shot me a small smile and continued singing.

“So I’d give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go. But if you really see me, if you like me for me and nothing else. That’s all that I’ve wanted for longer than you could possibly know.” He sang and I felt my cheeks heat up, stepping closer to him.

“So it can be us, it can be us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore or matter. We can try that.” Will sang, and I readied myself to sing my harmony. “It’s not so impossible.” We sang together, and the sound was beautiful.

“Nobody else but the two of us here.” Will sang, squeezing my hand as he did.

“Cause you’re saying it’s possible.” We sang and I looked into Will’s blue eyes, almost missing my cue.

“We can just watch the whole world disappear. Till you’re the only one I still know how to see.” I sang, Will joining in on the second line. Will took his hand out of mine and slipped it around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“It’s just you and me.” Will sang and for a moment it felt that way, as if there was nobody else in the room.

“It’ll be us, it’ll be us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore.” I sang, feeling my cheeks darkening from the close proximity.

“We can try that. You and me, that’s all that we need it to be. And the rest of the world falls away, and the rest of the world falls away.” We belted, our voices harmonising together perfectly.

The music quietened slightly, our breathing heavy.

“The world falls away. The world falls away. And it’s only us.” We sang softly yet powerfully, the applause starting before the band had stopped playing.

I looked up at Will and noticed an unrecognisable expression on his face. I went to say something after I’d put my microphone back, but suddenly Will captured my lips in a kiss, the clapping from the audience turning to whoops and cheers.

I kissed back eagerly, running a hand through his hair. Will pulled me flush against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I pulled away from the kiss, my cheeks burning.

“Uh, um, woah.” I stammered, my voice a slightly higher pitch than usual. Will let go of my waist and I missed the feeling as soon as it disappeared.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, it’s just.” Will said, scratching the back of his neck.

“You definitely don’t have to be sorry Will. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I said and Will smiled bashfully, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

“I’m just glad these feelings were reciprocated. It would’ve been incredibly awkward if you hadn’t, you know, felt the same way.” Will said, chuckling nervously. I took his hand as we sat down on our seats, squeezing it reassuringly.

“You wanna grab some dinner tomorrow night?” Will said and I nodded, turning my head and pressing a kiss to his lips.

My stomach tingled with butterflies, and Will cupped his hand on my cheek. He pulled away, a dopey smile on his face. “I’d love that.” I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Great! How about we grab something before tomorrow night’s show?” Will asked, the smile on his face widening.

“Perfect.” I said, resting my head on his shoulder. Will took his hand out of mine and proceeded to wrap his arm around my shoulders.

“Hey. You reckon we should fill in for Laura and Ben if they’re ever away?” I whispered as Jordan Fisher started singing.

Will let out a laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll see what we can do.”


Lgbt Hero: Jose Julio Sarria 

December 13, 1922 -  August 19, 2013

José Sarria, a drag performer and gay rights advocate who many historians contend was the first openly gay person to campaign for public office in the United States when he ran for the San Francisco Board of Supervisors in 1961.

Mr. Sarria worked as a waiter and performed at the Black Cat Cafe, a gay bar in the North Beach section of San Francisco, in the 1950s and ’60s. His campy satires of operas like “Carmen,” performed in elaborate regalia and makeup, made him a recognizable face in the city’s gay neighborhoods and a de facto community leader.

Laws against sodomy were in place throughout the United States at the time. In California, bars serving homosexuals could legally be raided and their patrons arrested. Mr. Sarria helped found civic groups to fight discrimination against gay people. His frustration with the system led to his run for a seat on the Board of Supervisors, the legislative body for the city and county of San Francisco.

“I had a right to run for office,” Mr. Sarria told The Atlantic in 2011. “I was angry, and I did it to prove a point.” He borrowed a suit for campaign photos and ran under the watchword “Equality!” He came in ninth out of a field of more than 30 candidates for five spots on the board and received more than 5,000 votes.

“From that day on,” Mr. Sarria said, “there’s never been a politician in San Francisco, not even a dogcatcher, that did not go and talk to the gay community.”

José Julio Sarria was born on Dec. 12, 1922, in San Francisco. He enlisted in the Army during World War II and after the war stayed in Berlin, where he was active in theater. He returned to San Francisco in 1947 hoping to become a teacher but was arrested on morals charges that year in a public bathroom at the St. Francis Hotel. He was fined and, because of his arrest record, not permitted to teach, so he began working at the Black Cat.

Mr. Sarria helped found the League for Civil Education, a group dedicated to overturning laws that prohibited serving alcohol to gay people, in 1960; and the Society for Individual Rights, a broader gay advocacy and community group, in 1963. He worked at the Black Cat until it closed in 1963.

In 1965, Mr. Sarria proclaimed himself the first Empress of San Francisco and founded a gay rights organization called the Imperial Court de San Francisco (playing off a tradition of comically exaggerated royal titles among gay men). It became the International Court System, which now has 65 chapters (each of which elects its own empress and emperor) in the United States, Canada and Mexico.

Mr. Sarria did not run for office again. He was an ardent supporter and friend of Harvey Milk, who was elected supervisor in 1977, becoming the first openly gay elected official in California more than a decade and a half after Mr. Sarria’s attempt.  

Sarria reigned over the Courts for 43 years until 2007. During his reign, he and members of the Imperial Court appeared in the opening scenes of the film, To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995). On May 25, 2006, the city of San Francisco named a portion of 16th Street in the Castro District Jose Sarria Court, and a metal plaque commemorating the event (with a picture of the Empress I) was embedded in the sidewalk. 

Act I, Habanera: L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Georges Bizet
Act I, Habanera: L'amour est un oiseau rebelle

Habanera from Georges Bizet’s 1875 opera Carmen.

Performed by le Choeur ‘Les Elements’ and l’Orchestre National du Capitole de Toulouse.

*an important reminder that love is «a rebellious bird that none can tame»


Alessandra Ferri, the petite Italian ballerina, was born with a grace which was to set her destiny - ballet.

Born in 1964, hers has been a long and successful career in a tough profession. Her early dancing years were spent with the Royal Ballet, before she was effectively “poached” by Mikhail Baryshnikov (with whom she had danced in Giselle and other classics) and who persuaded her to move to the American Ballet under his direction. She briefly retired in 2007 and then returned in 2013 to dance in New York Ballet’s stage production of Cheri by Colette. Her latest work includes Woolf Works, based on Virginia Woolf’s diaries, choreographed by Wayne McGregor.

This short montage shows two separate pieces. The first - a solo - with classical guitar accompaniment by Sting (Prelude No 1 for Cello by J S Bach). The second shows her rehearsing a duet with Laurent Hilaire for a performance of Carmen.

2018 Olympic Prep Challenge- Day 14

Favourite Olympic Warhorse:
My favourite Olympic warhorses are certainly Carmen (performed by Tessa and Scott during the 2012/2013 season) and Aranjuez (performed by Kaitlyn and Andrew during the 2016/2017 season). These two music pieces are absolutely beautiful and captivate me everytime (no matter how many times they’ve been reused)


As I Remember It”: For over sixty years, dancer Carmen de Lavallade has performed worldwide in collaboration with legendary artists such as Josephine Baker and Duke Ellington. Still performing in her eighties, Ms. de Lavallade is currently touring an autobiographical show called “As I Remember It.” The production features Ms. de Lavallade performing with projections of her younger self as well as with films featuring some of her significant collaborators. Stories of her years in California dancing with Lester Horton, in New York with Alvin Ailey and her time spent as a member of the Yale Repertory Theatre frame the evening. In this Big Think interview, Ms. de Lavallade recounts the process that led to show’s development.