[ Cloud has to bite back the "No shit" that threatens to bubble out when the Director flourishes his hand and explains the goal of retrieving the letter. Of course that wasn't what he was going for! His motivation for the scene. He's taken a read of the lines, but much like the first audition, there was also prompts to guide the actors through it. More than anything, he suspects that there would be another actor. Or maybe an actress? It didn't quite matter to him, since they were all just playing characters, after all. As the Director explains that he has to rescue his childhood friend, ]
...
[ He feels a strange weight settling in his chest. Even when the much taller, fashionable man mentions that he's gotten quite sick. That he has the medicine to cure him, but does he make it in time? Without so much as another word, as he prepares to fold up and stuff the script in his back pocket because he anticipates that he's going to need his whole body for this performance, he looks away as he takes a deep breath. In through his nose.
Out his mouth— ]
!?!
[ His senses work in overtime for him, quickly registering the Director in his peripheral as he throws himself at him!? NO WARNING?! But in that quick span of a second, it almost feels like time slows to a crawl for him. The stage disappears around him. The aspiring performers seated in the front row disappear. The young lady who took those sushi rolls to snack on down? Disappears. Only the man who throws himself at him, the spiky-haired blond's eyes snapping wide—
"I didn't think you would come for me,"
And as Cloud lets the script in his hand just fall to the ground, catching the Director like it was the most natural thing, he adjusts him in his arms, just managing to get an arm around the back of his shoulders for support as he starts kneeling down with him. Setting him down easy as he looks into the Director's eyes (is he still wearing those shades...either way, still doing it) ]
.....
[ The audience waits. The Director waits. It's Cloud's line. ]
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Date: 2024-02-08 06:35 am (UTC)...
[ He feels a strange weight settling in his chest. Even when the much taller, fashionable man mentions that he's gotten quite sick. That he has the medicine to cure him, but does he make it in time? Without so much as another word, as he prepares to fold up and stuff the script in his back pocket because he anticipates that he's going to need his whole body for this performance, he looks away as he takes a deep breath. In through his nose.
Out his mouth— ]
!?!
[ His senses work in overtime for him, quickly registering the Director in his peripheral as he throws himself at him!? NO WARNING?! But in that quick span of a second, it almost feels like time slows to a crawl for him. The stage disappears around him. The aspiring performers seated in the front row disappear. The young lady who took those sushi rolls to snack on down? Disappears. Only the man who throws himself at him, the spiky-haired blond's eyes snapping wide—
"I didn't think you would come for me,"
And as Cloud lets the script in his hand just fall to the ground, catching the Director like it was the most natural thing, he adjusts him in his arms, just managing to get an arm around the back of his shoulders for support as he starts kneeling down with him. Setting him down easy as he looks into the Director's eyes (is he still wearing those shades...either way, still doing it) ]
.....
[ The audience waits. The Director waits. It's Cloud's line. ]
[ "—but... I'm glad." ]