Time Warp: Luck Be A Lady (Morgan & Darryl)

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Ahh, high school drama. Club, that is. It's a great place to go if 1. you feel inspired, 2. you like a certain female stage manager, or 3. it's what your best friend is doing. But hey, Guys and Dolls is a good play, yeah?

[Morgan Tonaya]

Years ago. Winter. Morgan: qualified for 1 and 3, but not to audition

Shuffling his shoes against the floor of the drama classroom, Morgan hummed the tune to “Dulcinea” from’ Man of La Mancha’, smiling brightly before his audition. Would he get the part of Nathan Detroit like he wanted? Probably not. The only reason Morgan could carry a tune at all was thanks to his harmonica playing, and he hadn’t been able to do it that long. But did he like the play? And did he know that Darryl would be in it? And did he have a good chance of making the chorus as some unnamed extra? Yes, duh, and you bet! Chipper as ever, Morgan looked down at his sheet music.

His mother had suggested the song, as it bore remarkable resemblance to Nathan’s singing role in “Sue Me.” Mother’s always right, right? Morgan certainly hoped so as he swayed gently to the music. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he was taking a risk by not showing off and upbeat and energetic number. Maybe if he put enough heart into the ballad, he’d get the part!

Morgan’s justification of his shitty decision making continued that way for some time as other potential auditioners trickled in. He looked them over, smiled cheerfully and waved at the ones he knew, and grew more and more intimidated as the more chorally oriented students began warming up. As voices began to fill the room, some talking, some singing, Morgan sank lower in his seat.

This audition was going to be tougher than he thought, and he couldn’t say his excitement was mounting. Usually the more people were around, the brighter Morgan’s spirits became, but in this case it was the exact opposite. The more students that filed in, the more depressed and discouraged Morgan became, sinking into himself like a clammed up cloud of doom.

Maybe trying out wasn’t the best idea. In retrospect, he’d really only done it because Darryl was going to do it and he wanted to try his hand at it. He’d never acted before in his life (unless you counted creative lying to snag a date as ‘acting’), much less ever sang in a musical! For crying out loud, he would have to dance! Like…choreography and stuff! Morgan leaned his elbow on his knee, glaring down at the hems of his jeans as he ran his hand over his short blonde hair. Disaster was calling. He was sure of it.

[Darryl Bond]

I bet you thought Darryl wanted to be Mr. Detroit, right? I bet you did. He didn't because his best good friend Lite Brite wanted it, and Darryl preferred the bad guy. Sky Masterson was his target and from what he knew of the rest of the auditioners, he was a shoo-in. He walked into the theater, jazzed up already. He had even woken up on time for today, and to practice even more on his audition piece. He ran his fingers through his hair, but because his black locks were only three inches long, he didn't have much to run through. He glanced around the theater and spotted the head of his best roommate friend and dodged through all of the standing people between his friend and himself.

He flopped down into the seat next to him with a wide grin. "Miss anything?" He asked looking around. It really wasn't in Darryl to be at anything early, no matter how hard he tried, because...well something or other always happened. Darryl chalked it up to the fact that he was a teen-aged boy that tried to think of more than one thing at one time (and he also didn't have a mother nitpicking at everything he did like someone he knew).

"So, I was thinking how awesome it would be if we both got the parts we wanted. We'd totally be running this, and just how great would that be?" He asked with the half smile he was still trying to perfect. He wasn't sure he really liked that smile because he wrinkled up his eyes, and he wasn't sure if he liked that or not. He leaned his head back so it rested against the chair and he looked up at the ceiling he counted to ten in his head before he looked back up. He was so excited his foot was bouncing, this play would make his second.

He didn't actually get a lead roll last year. The play was a silly, school-only sort of play, Stinkyman, and he played a rather minor roll so he had ten-fifteen lines to memorize, and was on stage all of five minutes. This play, however, would mark the true start of his abilities and he was super jazzed to stick it to all the upperclassmen that made fun of him last year for trying for the roll. Sure. He was a sophomore, and probably most of the people going for Sky Masterson or Detroit were Seniors and had more experience behind their belts, but Darryl wasn't particularly scared about that. He was extremely confident that he could do it.

His audition piece? Luck Be a Lady. Why would he audition for something out of the actual play? Well, his basic thought about that was it would show his dedication to his part, because they had known about what the play would be all of two weeks. He'd spent almost every afternoon watching the movie and singing the song. It had probably annoyed the crap out of Morgy, but hey. Darryl really wanted this. Drama was literally his favorite school subject and about the only thing he was naturally good at.

[Morgan Tonaya]

Morgan perked up when Darryl sat next to him, straightening his posture so he could face his friend. “Polly! God I’m glad you’re here. I’m freaking out.” He confessed immediately, holding up one of his hands to show off the shaking. Nerves were definitely taking hold, but having Darryl around put Morgan a bit at ease. Maybe his awesome would rub off? Morgan hoped so. “Nah. You didn’t miss anything. Things’re just getting started. Warming up. That sorta thing.” Morgan said, waving his hand around the room to indicate what had been going on.

He laughed at his friend, shaking his head and glancing down at his sheet music. “No way, Darryl. You’ll get your part, I’ll be delegated to the chorus line.” He said with a nod. Sighing whistfully and gazing at the stage, he began to grin. “But man would it be awesome.” He swept his hand through the air in a banner motion. “Lite Brite and Polly headlining: Guys and Dolls!” He giggled at the image of the playbill with their nicknames displayed.
That’s right. Giggled. Morgan still wasn’t the most masculine teen all the time.

Turning to a more serious face, he looked to Darryl. “So I take it you’re still singing ‘Luck Be a Lady?’ Bold move.” He pointed out wisely, nodding his head slowly. “Mmhm. You’ll get the part for sure.” He said confidently, crossing his arms and nudging Darryl with his elbow.

If one took the meager amount of confidence that Morgan had in achieving a role in the play (which he was fine with, by the by), inversed it and multiplied it by about a zillion, the result would be the confidence he had in Darryl. Was it because Darryl was his best friend? Totally, but Morgan had also noticed what a passion Darryl had for theatre. If he didn’t get the part it’d be a travesty. No one was more dedicated, or better suited. Beaming over at his friend, clearly proud, he nudged him again. “This is gonna be awesome.” He said excitedly.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl honestly wasn't surprised when Morgy admitted that he was freaking out. He saw that his hand was shaking so he covered it with his own hand and patted it back into his lap. "Dude, just chillax. You'll totally rock this thing. You've been singing La Mancha none stop." He dropped his arm around his best friends shoulders and shook him a little. "You got this." He smiled his half smile (experimentally) again before he withdrew his arm into his lap, and drummed his fingers on his knees. He looked around as he observed that yes, there wasn't anything important going on, which led him to relax a little bit. He wasn't sure what everyone else in the room was going to try out for, but he was rather certain everyone had been at least tempted to try out for a lead role.

"Now comeon. Drop that attitude." Darryl nudged him with his shoulders. "You gotta stay positive about this! It's all in the eyes and shoulders, you know. You gotta look like you want it, and keep your shoulders up like that proud guy we heard about in History class." Darryl wasn't sure what he was talking about, but he was sure about the attitude thing. If Morgan went up on stage with a shadow of a doubt about his ability, then the director would pick up on it. They had a nose for it, and stuff. He chuckled along with Morgan's giggle, because one; he agreed that it would totally be awesome, and two; Morgan was about the only person Darryl knew that was the same on the inside and on the outside. He said what he thought and he acted exactly how he wanted to. It was so him and Darryl loved that about him. In a totally straight and he's-my-best-friend sort of way.

He knew his bold move could also be seen as arrogant, and forward of him. But he didn't particularly care. He was going to shine up on stage and he was going to be Sky Masterson. He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment before he cast his eyes up to the stage, imaging himself dancing around on it dressed as a gangster from the 40s. The image came immediately and he smiled. He was going to get his part and Morgan was going to get Detroit. He thought as positively as he could about it, because of a book he read recently had told him that if you thought one hundred percent positive about something, then it would happen.

"Totally." Darryl agreed with a throaty laugh. They were going to kill and blow everyone away with their awesomeness and their audition and they would get their parts and they'd be legends, and it would all just be great. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

[Morgan Tonaya]

Sheepishly, Morgan grinned and nodded. “I’ll do my best, at least.” Morgan replied to Darryl’s encouragement. Though Morgan couldn’t be considered the anti-social type of shy, he was certainly a sort of…second string player. He was laid back enough to remain in the shadows of more assertive people like Darryl, but he generally didn’t let people walk all over it. It made him a bit of a communal little brother, as demonstrated by Darryl’s affectionate, big brother-esque attempts to boost Morgan’s confidence.

He chuckled as he wobbled back and forth from Darryl’s nudging. “All right all right!” he said, shoving Darryl back playfully in return. “Geeze. Your wish is my command your majesty.” Morgan retorted, snorting. “ugh. And you know I don’t pay attention in history. That class is triple A boring.” He grunted, making a disgusted face. History was just about the worst thing he could think of to try and use to motivate him. Nice job Darryl. Flexing comically, Morgan nodded. “Yeah! I can do it!” He joked, falling into a fit of intense laughter afterward.

Morgan gave the room another sweep, watching as a few auditioners practiced some of their own choreography. Morgan frowned. Now that was something he hadn’t thought of. It made sense that an audition for a musical would have some dancing, but did they need choreography in their choral auditions. Worried, he punched Darryl gently near his elbow. “Hey. Check out fancy feet over there.” He said quietly, pointing to a set of teens dancing together. “Were we supposed to have dancing involved in these?”

[D: Sorry for short.]

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