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Title: The Brave Man With a Sword (Le Petit Mort Remix)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] likethesun2
Fandom: Slings and Arrows
Pairing: Darren/Geoffrey, sort of
Original Story: O Lamentable Day by [livejournal.com profile] iamsab
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Spoilers up through 2x03, "Rarer Monsters." Title from Oscar Wilde's "The Ballad of Reading Gaol." Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] hiyacynth, who's a braver (wo)man than any of us: she didn't know the fandom, she took this in for beta at the last minute, and she didn't run screaming. Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] rue_du_hoquet, who helped with the German.
Summary: Sex, Geoffrey. The Polish understand this, if nothing else: the theater is all about sex.

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The Brave Man with a Sword (Le Petit Mort Remix)


Geoffrey,

Naturally I have nothing to say to you; the wound is literally still much too fresh. Occasionally, in bad weather, it oozes.

I write only to direct your attention to the myriad glowing reviews of my latest production of Tito!: das Musical. (That’s Tito!: The Musical for the merely bilingual among us). Presumably those of you still mired in the cultural sludge of New Burbage don’t often peruse the theater reviews in Berlin News or Exberliner. You may find them online.

Following my enormous success with Tito!, the Deutsches Theater has given me six weeks’ stipend to travel about Eastern Europe, before I return for what will inevitably be a triumphant production of Mother Courage. When was the last time you had paid leave to do as you wished in Eastern Europe, Geoffrey? Or even in the wilds of eastern Canada?

Ah, the rest is silence. That’s what I thought.

Now I am in Lodz, at Publiczne Gimnazjum nr 10, directing their Cats. Not my usual thing—after all, what relevance do animals have to heteronormativity? to poststructuralism? to anything interesting?—but the principal is a great friend of my artistic director at the Deutsches, and he begged for a loan of a director of some celebrity. I imagine he asked for me by name. Who can blame him?

There’s a great deal of work to be done. The drama teacher had already cast the show when I came in, and he has forbidden any meddling. I met with the children for the first time today, and Grizabella is a nightmare; apparently no one ever told her she should not literally sound like a dying feline. Deuteronomy actually believes he is to quote Scripture onstage. Mr. Mistoffelees looks like the tritest bourgeois stereotype of a baritone musical-theater hero possible. &tc., &tc.

I have decided the only thing for it is to immerse them in theater before they try to do it. And so we started today with a social history, in which I explained to them Theatre of the Oppressed and the ghettoization of the musical genre. It was a brilliant lecture, but my assistant/translator Lucja—some woman who spent her graduate years in the US, which doubtlessly only made her more humorless—pulled me aside afterward and said she thought it hadn’t gone over well. Something about how talking about ghettos on your first day in Lodz when you’ve just come from Berlin (sporting a very good German accent, I might add) is in bad taste.

The Polish have no sense of the absurd. It’s no wonder no one’s ever staged a really successful Beckett here. But still, for these six weeks I will slog on, head bent against the hurricane of political correctness, teaching these children about their theatrical heritage. You have to get them while they’re young, Geoffrey. Even Hitler knew that, and he was a terrible artist.

If Lucja were reading this, she would probably inform me that the above reference was also in bad taste. Fortunately, no one reads my letters. I defy audience.

--Darren Nichols


***


Geoffrey,

First day of proper rehearsals, and I’ve had to scrap the original educational plan. My students simply don’t know how to talk the talk. It’s pitiable, really. These people used to be Communists! They should be able to do theory in their sleep.

I’ve decided to return to basics: the high-water marks of the modern theater. So of course today we spoke of my vision of our university Romeo and Juliet, where you kissed me and I killed you. Beautiful. I know I said you would’ve made a better Mercutio—the apolitical windbag martyr—but in that moment in the tomb, I took it back. In that moment I thought you understood me and my play: theater is a living orgasm, loving is une petit mort. You of all people (apolitical, windbag, martyr) should know your “Ballad of Reading Gaol.”

I think next time we’ll talk about my youthful Tempest. I’m sure you recall it. That was the one where you savaged my scenery. You were more believable than my Caliban, really. Primal theater—we should have done more of that together.

Meanwhile, the show itself progresses. Mr. Mistoffelees really isn’t so bad, if you don’t look at him full in the face too much. Grizabella is still horrific, but I suppose we can fashion some kind of commentary out of that. Jenny Anydots tells me that Griz got the part because she’s the drama teacher’s daughter, but I’m sure she’s simply sleeping with him. Or perhaps it’s both.

Sex, Geoffrey. The Polish understand this, if nothing else: the theater is all about sex.

--Darren Nichols


***


Geoffrey,

Today’s rehearsal was the epitome of unprofessionalism. I could find neither hide nor hair of Grizabella. Skimbleshanks claims she wasn’t in history class, and so we must assume she’s ill, though no one knows with what. I root for scurvy; when she returns, we could play up her manginess to great effect.

We worked on Act II up through Mistoffelees, who approached me after I released the cast for the night and asked if I would give him individual help. I appreciate initiative, even in such well-groomed specimens of the Old World aristocracy as this one. And he does have a voice on him. A kind of purr.

We went to the nearest brewery and had Porter Łódki (a local brand; you wouldn’t know it). I asked for kielbasa, to add to the authenticity, but Mistoffelees said Polish sausage isn’t quite so easy to come by. And leered. I like him better this way: grotesque.

And so we talked. He wanted to talk about Peter Brook, of all people, and I had to break it to him that Peter Brook is British, not Canadian. And also a moron. Instead, I said, let me continue your lessons in theatrical history. Let me tell you about Godspell.

Do you remember Godspell, Geoffrey? 1980, that Godforsaken outdoor festival the summer after university? No one else in the company liked you because the critics loved you too much, remember, and we roomed together and you never wore very many clothes and we got drunk that one night and you started talking about playing Hamlet.

Of course you remember, you bastard, you were Jesus. You thought it was a terribly funny show, didn’t you? Everyone thought you were the next Victor Garber, but you wanted no part of it. You wanted to be nothing less than the next Richard Burton—Hamlet being the next step up from Jesus, of course. Well, for those of us who played the hell-bound goats in “We Beseech Thee,” it was an entirely different story. We beseech thee, fucking hear us.

And that, I said to Mistoffelees, that is the theater. Is that what you want for yourself? In five years do you want to play a nameless disciple to some rising Jesus, six days a week under a mouldy tarp? Better to be no one’s disciple, I said.

I would like to be yours, he said. He does have a voice on him.

That, I said, is a different story.

Mistoffelees sees the story of Godspell the way you never did. The Polish are a Catholic nation. They understand plays about passion.

--Darren Nichols


***


Geoffrey,

TRIUMPH! You thought your Hamlet won the world over? (It didn’t win anyone over, by the way, in Germany. The Germans hate you.) No: Cats at Publiczne Gimnazjum nr 10 is the greatest triumph of modern theater since I put a live yak onstage in Switzerland in ’93.

Our dress rehearsal was tonight, attended by a smattering of parents and—no great shock—not our drama teacher, the father-cum-lover of Grizabella. Dlaczego? Because Grizabella, it seems, is in hospital for pneumonia. Nothing so utilitarian as scurvy or even so picturesque as consumption. Pneumonia: a dramatically useless disease.

Recall, if you will, my new disciple, Mistoffelees. The only one in this motley adolescent cast with any real talent. Tonight, thinking quickly, I threw him onstage for Griz’s big moment, and I hoped. It seemed the thing to do. After all, no sentient being on Earth doesn’t know that song, and my stroke of casting genius also had the benefit of gender subversion. Gender subversion in another species. That alone would have saved me my place in eternity.

Mistoffelees sang the shit out of that song. It was like no one had ever heard it before. It was like T.S. Eliot himself singing up there on that stage. In a cat suit.

We got a standing ovation. We went out and got drunk, the star and I. We went back to my flat, and there, my bipolar friend, yes, I did: I bagged Mr. Mistoffelees.

Tomorrow night we open, to what I have no doubt will be raves from all corners. Tonight there’s an eighteen-year-old boy in a cat suit in my bed, and I still have a quarter of a bottle of la Fée Verte to finish. Click, click, click, turning the hot light off.

Do you remember that play? Do you know that I saw it? Directed by that American that Oliver Welles brought in for a season—what was his name? Whoever he was, he was terrible, so provincial and piggish and drawly. I suppose that’s why Oliver wanted him directing Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I saw it on the second night, and I hated it, of course. I hated everyone involved—you, the director, Tennessee Williams, Oliver... Oliver, who loved you so unironically that it was embarrassing. Of course everyone knew he chose that play just so that you could be his Brick.

After Berlin and Mother Courage, perhaps I’ll come back to you peons on the frontier. I’ll do Cat on a Hot Tin Roof somewhere. I’ll cast you as Brick and we’ll do something much, much better. Pyrotechnics and Oedipal undertones and a hearty helping of Barthes. You’ll actually get drunk onstage and slur all those ridiculous speeches—“Lishen, I'm all alone, I'm talkin' to no one where there'sh absholute quiet”—and we’ll have a dream-ballet flashback where you break your leg jumping the hurdles.

I’ll write more later. Mistoffelees is awake, and I think he’s singing it again. The Polish are beautiful, Geoff. They remind me of you.

--Darren


***


Geoffrey,

Very, very hungover.

Tonight was opening night. Macavity, who was too fat to play the Mystery Cat anyway, took over as Mr. Mistoffelees, and did a dreadful job. But no one noticed, because (a) no one can tell those fucking cats apart anyway, and (b) Mistoffelees did another near-perfect “Memory.” We changed up the design a bit to highlight that moment; added a few projectors and showed slides of genocide and inferno, just for flavour.

Cue another standing ovation, sobbing children, beauty and terror. A university scout approached Mistoffelees after the curtain call and offered him a scholarship. And then I made my way into the crush, shouldered my way past his adoring fans, and offered to buy him a drink. (I offered to buy him a drink! Can he possibly understand the honor of my making this common-man gesture?)

He smiled his szlachta (Polish gentry, Geoffrey, honestly) smile and said, I would like to introduce you to my parents. Mother, Father, this is my director, Mr. Nichols.

I refused to smile—most primates smile only in fear, you know—and said into his ear, That’s not what you called me last night.

Mistoffelees is a consummate actor. Like you, he doesn’t know how not to act. His face betrayed nothing.

He said, Better to be no one’s disciple, yes?

Whose idea was it, I ask you, to recast the bastard in the first place? (Whose idea, Geoffrey, to stab Romeo in the tomb?) Now in a year he'll go off to university, graduate with honors, soar to the top, make love to beautiful actresses, play the definitive Hamlet, splash his personal life all over the tabloids, stab people with no regard for Freudian symbolism, never answer the phone, get an unlisted address. Very well, then, PREPARE YE THE WAY OF THE LORD. Go fuck yourselves. All of you.

I’ve already packed to go back to Berlin on Friday. In Berlin they always appreciate me.

I hate the Polish. They’re too much like everyone else.

--Darren Nichols


***


Deutsches Theater Berlin
Schumannstraße 13a

10117 Berlin
Germany

2 July 2005

Mr. Geoffrey Tennant, Artistic Director
New Burbage Theater Festival
P.O. Box 886
New Burbage ON K2K 2G0
Canada

Geoffrey:

Your receptionist has already called me to grovel, but I want this official. Everything is always aboveboard with us, isn’t it? Even when you stab me, there’s never any attempt to cover your tracks.

Please offer my condolences to Nadine for her accident. (That vapid hag. I saw her in Berlin and gagged.) I will be quite happy to take on your Romeo and Juliet this season. We’ll work out the details with my agent; I expect my contract to have a clause prohibiting more bodily harm.

I look forward to working with you again. I have some very interesting ideas about this play, about love and betrayal. I’m sure you remember some of them.


Yours,
Darren Nichols

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(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-22 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] simplystars.livejournal.com
Oh, this is marvelous. So Darren! He defies audience, indeed. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you! I thought that was a pretty fitting line myself. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-22 09:38 pm (UTC)
siria: (misc - hair splode)
From: [personal profile] siria
Oh, this was just delightful, and screamingly funny.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm so glad! I've never really written such purposeful humor before, and I had no idea how it would be received. I'm thrilled you thought it was funny.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-22 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-acrobat.livejournal.com
My god this is good. You're a genius, you know that? I wish I had half your way with words, a sixteenth the knowledge of the theatre this story shows you clearly have. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Am not! This story (really, this entire show) was just serendipitous for me--it just happened to call out for random theatrical allusions, and I had a lot of fun throwing them in.

Thank you. I'm so, so flattered you liked it.

(PS, I haven't forgotten I owe you a ficlet.)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-23 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamsab.livejournal.com
Okay, you're amazing. Also I think I know who you are. *g*

And this, from Lodz to Berlin, is just the Darren in Poland I have always wanted but couldn't quite write. Thank you for taking my sad little story and making it into this awesome epistolary romance of hilarity.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Hee! I thought you really did know, and I have to admit I was a little disappointed that my anonymity had been breached so early. But apparently not. :D

Anyway, oh man, SO pleased you liked it, I can't even tell you. I was kind of scared shitless to try to remix you, tell you the truth. I was lucky I'd recently started watching S&A, because I have no idea what story I'd have tackled otherwise.

I loved your original, by the way. So damn funny. Thank you for giving me such great material to work with; this story totally would not have been funny if I hadn't lifted Darren's Polish Cats from you.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-23 04:06 am (UTC)
zulu: Carson Shaw looking up at Greta Gill (j and w - i'm just sayin')
From: [personal profile] zulu
Perfect, perfect Darren voice. I love it.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Yay! I'm so glad it worked for you.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-23 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zarahemla.livejournal.com
Whose idea was it, I ask you, to recast the bastard in the first place? (Whose idea, Geoffrey, to stab Romeo in the tomb?) Now in a year he'll go off to university, graduate with honors, soar to the top, make love to beautiful actresses, play the definitive Hamlet, splash his personal life all over the tabloids, stab people with no regard for Freudian symbolism, never answer the phone, get an unlisted address. Very well, then, PREPARE YE THE WAY OF THE LORD. Go fuck yourselves. All of you.

I just had to see that again.

What a wonderful story! Perfectly authentic, perfectly Darren. I can see him practicing the monologue to himself before he commits it to paper, so that Geoffrey will be sure to read it correctly. A great read and a great remix.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
I can see him practicing the monologue to himself before he commits it to paper, so that Geoffrey will be sure to read it correctly.

Dude. YES. This is now part of my personal fanon for this story, because Darren so would've performed his letters as he composed them, just to make sure they were sufficiently theatrical. Ahahaha. Genius.

Thank you so much!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-23 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vaudevilles.livejournal.com
This is totally MADE of awesome, win and squee. Utterly perfect Darren-voice.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you! Darren is SO MUCH FUN to write.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-23 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] malnpudl.livejournal.com
This is beyond brilliant. Wow.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Oh, wow, thank you. :D

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elementalv.livejournal.com
I love Darren, and I love this remix. Excellent all the way around.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Hee. I love Darren, too. I used to just love to hate him, but after writing him... nah, I just love him. :D

Thank you!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 02:58 am (UTC)
ext_3548: (S&A)
From: [identity profile] shayheyred.livejournal.com
Utterly, totally, tremendously brilliant. Your Darren is the epitome of self-involvement, as he should be, but you've taken him up a notch. Congratulations to the original author as well, for her marvelous original story (which I remember well from Yuletide). You've done her proud, and left your own indelibly delicious and devious mark, as well. Applause!!!!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iamsab.livejournal.com
What a great thing to say. Thanks!

And, s/he DID do an amazing thing here, eh? I am waiting, nailbitingly, for the reveal, so I can pounce on this person and thank her!

(no subject)

From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com - Date: 2007-04-30 08:08 pm (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] corinna-5.livejournal.com
It was like T.S. Eliot himself singing up there on that stage. In a cat suit.

Oh, man. Macbeth hath murdered sleep, indeed, with THAT visual.

I loved this!! Genius!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Hahaha. Man, poor Eliot; somehow I really doubt he was thinking "big-budget in-costume musical spectacle" when he wrote Old Possum.

Thank you!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kindkit.livejournal.com
Oh, this is brilliant. Perfect Darren voice, marvelous details, tons of funny. And yet, kind of sad, too. I can't help but pity Darren--all the useless longing he can't shake, and no self-understanding whatsoever.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Yes! I'm so glad you thought the balance of humor and poignance worked here; that was my biggest concern, writing this. Darren is completely absurd, but at the same time, I feel bad for the guy. He just doesn't have a clue. Thanks so much for commenting.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 03:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alwaysaddled.livejournal.com
Wonderful! And hilarious. Much like Darren himself.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 08:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tangleofthorns.livejournal.com
count me among this story's many lovers.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Yay! I'm so flattered that you liked it.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 09:25 pm (UTC)
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (geoffrey razor)
From: [personal profile] catwalksalone
Brilliant! I read the whole thing in Darren's voice, so clearly did he shine through this. Funny and also touching.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-01 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
That's so great to hear, because Darren was hard as hell to write here. Thank you so much!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-24 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cincodemaygirl.livejournal.com
Unbelieveably perfect Darren. Completely awesome!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-01 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-25 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kassrachel.livejournal.com
Oh holy wow -- this is hilarious. I could copy all of the funny lines here to squee over them, but I'd wind up copying the whole piece. The Polish have no sense of the absurd. It’s no wonder no one’s ever staged a really successful Beckett here. ::dies:: Seriously. This is fabulous.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-01 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
I was actually skeptical of my ability to make this funny, as I was writing, so it's such a relief to hear that people think it was. Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-26 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thegryph.livejournal.com
Wow. Fantastic voice here for Darren!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-01 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you!

I defy audience!

Date: 2007-04-28 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likeadeuce.livejournal.com
This is masterful.

Comedy in fanfic can be really hard to pull off but this is a perfect voice.

Re: I defy audience!

Date: 2007-05-03 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Comedy is hard; it made me a little crazy trying to pull it off. So glad it worked for you!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pdxscaper.livejournal.com
Cue another standing ovation, sobbing children, beauty and terror.
So perfectly sums up Darren! Very funny.

Brilliant writing all the way around. Loved this!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-03 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Hee, I liked that line myself. Darren is SO MUCH FUN.

Thank you!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-29 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thepouncer.livejournal.com
Oh dear lord - this captures Darren to a tee. So hilarious, and hilariously revealing of his foibles.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-03 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm so happy you enjoyed it.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brynnmck.livejournal.com
...

...

...

... I am speechless with love for this. This is just... so... Darren. So insanely over-the-top, so deliberately cynical, so hysterically funny, and underneath all of that, there's something so sad about him, so... I don't know... thwarted, maybe? And I think I only caught about half the theatrical allusions, but I was delighted by every one. I am seriously floored, here. This is brilliant.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-17 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Argh, I'm late in replying to this, but I think that's mostly because I was so, so thrilled by this feedback that I didn't really know how to respond to it! I'm thrilled you thought all of the layers worked--I've never written Darren before (or any S&A, for that matter), and it was difficult, figuring out how far to go.

Thank you so much!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slashpile.livejournal.com
Gender subversion in another species. That alone would have saved me my place in eternity.
&
Tonight there’s an eighteen-year-old boy in a cat suit in my bed, and I still have a quarter of a bottle of la Fée Verte to finish.

are PERFECT! I haven't read much fic for this show, but this piece rocks. This is so good.

/sadly made funnier by having been at a performance of British music last night that included Memory

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-17 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Heee. Oh, I am so sorry. I think that the only way "Memory" could ever be interesting to me again would be if Darren Nichols cast it. :D

Thanks so much!

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charashi.livejournal.com
This. Was. FANTASTIC.

I'm practically speechless, except that I have to comment on how FUCKING FANTASTIC this was. Oh my goodness! Your Darren is perfect (except my inner Geoffrey objects to the use of that word, so let's just say excellent ;) )

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-17 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun writing it (in between bouts of OH MY GOD WHAT KIND OF FOOL AM I WRITING DARREN NICHOLS?), so I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, too.

(Love your icon, by the way.)

(no subject)

Date: 2007-04-30 04:19 pm (UTC)
ext_2366: (s&a: the magic of Geoffrey)
From: [identity profile] sdwolfpup.livejournal.com
This was brilliant. An astonishingly good Darren voice (who seems hard to get right and not just overblown), and you managed some absolutely hilarious lines with real feeling from Darren, too. The stuff about Godspell and the way he keeps getting left behind - really sad. I want to quote a bunch of lines but I'll settle for this:

It was like T.S. Eliot himself singing up there on that stage. In a cat suit.

Perfect.

(no subject)

Date: 2007-05-17 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likethesun2.livejournal.com
Yeah, exactly: Darren is SO FUNNY to watch, but it's hard to translate that into his interior monologue--his private voice, that sort of thing--without making him completely ridiculous. And he isn't. There's a little part that's sad, and sympathetic. I think. :)

Thank you so much!
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