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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 18 2009, 11:10 PM Post #511 |
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It was a terrifying notion. To just be a means for some other goal, forced upon someone and only sought after because of a different reward. A reward for tricking Rei Pearce. "You're known for being collected and never letting anyone in," Sarah reasoned. "Except family and close friends but never a stranger. Whom has shown interest in you for two weeks none the less." The final blow seemed to come so cruelly to him. "Screw your age, people don't have phone sex after they wait days for a response from someone they like. They play it safe still, don't cause problems of any sort to reassure the person." Rei's mouth was open, dry and wanting to reply but not being able too. He was suddenly far too tired. "He's good at the violin...isn't he?" Sarah spoke. "He's playing you just like he plays it. Sure, he'll shine it up, take care of it and play with it, but he makes money off it in the end. It isn't a pure sacrifice. It's doing what he likes to gain a profit." "You don't even know its a bet." "But you know I'm right," she shot out. "Sex to gain money is the same as playing the violin to get money. You always get that high in the end." Rei groaned, covering his head and just swearing. "Fine. I'll sustain from anything physical." Except kissing. But none of this for a while. "More importantly...pass the letter," he mumbled, before a heavy atmosphere seemed to take hold of the room. Sarah just smiled. It was rare for her brother to take about his problems at all. It was one of the few reasons she didn't mind taking care of him when he was sick. |
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| lucier | Nov 18 2009, 11:26 PM Post #512 |
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Bradley St. Ryan | Harry Gillet | Gwen Christopher Finally, Matthias made him open Bradley's letter, in it were two tickets for the Saturday night showing of Were the World Mine. There was a note, but Isaac crumpled it up without reading it. "So...just like this, we're going?" "You need something to take your mind off the phone sex." Matthias said, "It's nice that Bradley remembers me, though. Does he still think we're dating?" Humiliation drove Isaac to do many things, humiliation even allowed him to pretend to date Matthias for two weeks, it was very, very strange and two weeks seemed to be the lucky number for today. "I'm not--" Isaac broke off, "I'd be seeing Bradley." He said, somewhat sulkily. "He's the reason this whole damn thing--" "You might as well rub it in his face that you're doing well without him," Matthias said, because he understood Isaac better than anyone. "But you'd have to go back to acting...you know, normal." Isaac looked hurt, "I'm normal." "Right...come on, he won't even know you're there. The Apollo Theatre's huge." "I thought you hated New York City." Gwen studied her hair in the mirror, actually, she was supposed to be in another dressing room, but the three of them were weirdly attached by the hip. Harry, Bradley and her. Harry was usually the quiet one, and he'd studied from the best in Paris. Bradley though, it was Bradley that was the problem. But Bradley was such a presence on stage that no one told him otherwise, she was surprised as any, when Bradley said he wanted to come to New York City, to reconnect. "I didn't think that you had any connections to New York." Harry echoed, glancing over to the blonde draped easily in the chair. "Monsieur Americain moved to New York, and therefore I have vicarious connections." Bradley grinned at both of them. "How do you know he's even going to show up? He hates you." said Gwen. "Oh, he will, because Monsieur Americain can never resist me," And at this Bradley looked almost wistful as he turned towards the mirror. "Besides, I...do sort of miss him." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 04:39 PM Post #513 |
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Rei had spent the rest of the evening relaxing, watching as Sarah answered the many phone calls that flooded in after one and thanked various individuals on behalf of Rei, before dealing with their anger when she informed them he would not be taking any interviews or answering any questions. Then Joshua had ran in, also hiding out from such things, and the three of them talked, the letter hidden once more as if it was a problem that didn't exist. He was put on stronger medicine then yesterday, the non drowsy kind as Rei would be tempted to doze off during the performance without them. He never understood musicals. Far too...well, it just wasn't proper. "Leroy should be here to pick you up in a few minutes," Sarah spoke as she laid out Rei's tux for the night, a crisp white with a black button up underneath. No tie. It wasn't likely he'd be wearing the blazer inside unless it was cold, but seeing the occasion and the amount of press appearing, even if it wasn't on opening night, it was important to dress well. "I'll be fine," he spoke, even though his bed hair was stared at rather unhappily by the two. He was taken out of bed, had his hair brushed back and slicked elegantly, the tossled appearance gone as he stood tall in his outfit, the only hint of his sickness being his slow breath. Even his tinted cheeks had relaxed, allowing for his pale complexion to show, the whole look causing a sigh of pride to escape Sarah. Rei Pearce had gained the best of their family genes in her sheer opinion, even if he was cold hearted by nature. Though strangely enough, that seemed to be changing recently. But it could have always been his sickness talking. A knock on the door alerted them that it was time to leave, the dimming light from the window forcing a few switches of light to be seen before Leroy entered and raised a brow, a hand on his waist, covered by black. He wore a red shirt with a black suit, smiling to see Rei. "You look better. Come on, we're going to be late." "Tempting," Rei replied curtly. The simple word, blank expression and tall posture let them all sigh. Finally, Rei was getting better. |
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| lucier | Nov 19 2009, 04:53 PM Post #514 |
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"...Are you actually freaking out about what to wear?" Matthias found this a more than a bit amusing, really, watching Isaac rake through his closet. Usually, he didn't care about these things, resting in the confidence that he looked good in whatever he put on. But...Bradley. It was just...Bradley. "No, course not," Isaac said brusquely as he consented to wearing a tie, he tied it on crooked, but before reaching out to fix it, Matthias looked at it twice and decided that the angle wasn't bad, and maybe Isaac meant it that way. "I'm not even going to see him." Isaac sounded very determined not to meet up with Bradley St. Ryan, but...he went through the effort to dress well. Okay, Matthias would leave it be. "Just in case you do...no hanging on to me and pretend to make out." Matthias was slightly green, and was glad to see that Isaac too, looked slightly green. "Yeah...not doing that again." "Manager says we've got to go out there and mingle, you know, make nice with the press with our nice accents and all..." Harry peeked his head back in. "Looks like a full-house...and before you ask, no, Bradley, I didn't see your darling Monsieur Americain. I don't think he's coming." "Ye of little faith." Bradley put on an injured face while Gwen smirked, Bradley had a weird way of going about things. Usually he was on good terms with everyone he shagged...except Isaac Langley. Maybe that was why he minded so much. Isaac professed to hate his guts through and through. He'd broken things, and he had cursed Bradley in every language he knew how (Three and a half) "He'll be here." He promised, as he opened the doors and lights flashed in their faces. "If only to throw tomatoes in my face." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 05:32 PM Post #515 |
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Rei hated press. It was meant to be only for the opening night, and on the second, to be featuring only the cast and those involved in the production. The media didn't take pictures of the media. That seemed to be an exception because the moment their car rolled up and the four of them exited, heads turned. Four men, all raptured in the art of classical music, were here to watch a musical. A conductor who had given his best performance the night before, the owner of several extremely influential and successful theaters, a teacher of music who was being scouted by Julliard and a critic that made or broke careers. It was known they travelled together. It was also known that they were attending surely because of Nick's work, who had dragged his friends along with the three extra tickets, all situated in the front row. But it was to the side, near a door, and by Rei's glare, not by any means near the centre. Lights flashed at them as they entered, all three faces smiling except the conductor's, whose stone cold face had stopped most from going up and asking for an interview. One however, was braver. From the New York Times, or something of the sort, storming up with wide steps before smiling and speaking, ignoring the mans look to go away. "New York Times, wondering just what it was that inspired you to throw away your music--" "No comment," he interrupted curtly. "But sir, I wasn't finished the--" "No comment." It was final, as the door opened and they left, leaving the man swallowing hard and mumbling how he had been close to making it big in his section. Rei only seemed more upset then before, looking at his ticket almost insulted as his three friends tried not to laugh. |
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| lucier | Nov 19 2009, 05:47 PM Post #516 |
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Bradley St. Ryan lived for press and attention. At the end of day, Harry would still call him a camera whore. And now, he stood there in his designated corner doling out autographs and smiles and smirks for a dime a dozen. Harry and Gwen stood by him, a bit awed at how Bradley could manage fifty things at once--although for a guy who was used to juggling six relationships all at once, this was no problem. But even his head turned from his work when a group of three walked in, they looked to be born and bred New York, and he knew them only because he had been following Isaac. The conductor of the New York phil and...his cronies, probably. "New Yorkers are so full of themselves." Harry glanced at him, "So says the man with the biggest ego on the planet." Bradley shrugged, "Well, it's my show, they have no reason to steal it...there's only one person that can steal this show from me. And--" "And he isn't going to show, just give up already." Gwen rolled her eyes. For a long moment, Isaac paused at the box office, "This is not a good idea." "We're already here," Matthias said and handed over the tickets before Isaac could object further. The ticket manager stared a little bit too long at their tickets and Isaac felt himself getting hopeful. Maybe it was a prank, he didn't have to go in-- "Is there a problem?" Isaac asked. "No, no, you are to be Mr. St. Ryan's special guests, he made special arrangements for you. Please, come this way, Mr. Langley, Mr. Derringer--" "No, that's--" Okay. But before Isaac could protest, several of the managers had grabbed their arms and threw open the doors, where the flashes blinded their face. Neither Isaac nor Matthias led a high profile sort of life, but...the press was used to taking pictures of whoever came in the door, and all he could see was-- A blond. And an infuriating smirk, as he handed a program back to a blushing fan with a flourish, more flashes. "Monsieur Americain. You're late, and you brought your dog with you, how nice." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 05:57 PM Post #517 |
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Things certainly weren't going the way he would have liked, right from the start of it all. Encountering paparazzi at the door, making it through to hand in tickets, (which David had done, strangely proud of being the last known of the four), and seeing an even bigger crowd once they entered through the second set of doors. Absolutely ridiculous. Rei did however, at least have the politeness to turn around and look. A blond man, pompous and who had looked at him for a moment. His face remained blank, though a sudden horrible feeling lurched in his stomach. He blamed that on being sick. Until he saw the duo pushed through the door. Isaac Langley and Matthias Derringer. He raised a brow, wondering for a moment just what in the world was going on. But the room seemed to hush, even as the lights shined brightly and flashed, all attention finally gone from the four and the two sentences sent a shiver of immediate dislike down Rei's veins. "Monsieur Americain. You're late, and you brought your dog with you, how nice." Now, even if Isaac had beaten Matthias in the auditions, the conductor still had a level of respect for him. He was talented, the two were certainly equals and by no means was Matthias the dog. Nick seemed to hum, knowing something more. "You know, I remembered reading something about those two..." "Who?" David seemed curious, while Leroy just sighed in boredom and Rei remained quiet and listening. "The black haired brat and the pompous french guy staring in this musical," he murmured back so they wouldn't be heard. "Can't remember for the life of me what it was about though." That did nothing to make Rei feel better. |
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| lucier | Nov 19 2009, 06:14 PM Post #518 |
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For the record, Isaac had never starred in a musical, ever. But back in the days when he and Bradley had been an item, Isaac had never missed a show. But that was back in London and he doubted that anyone had remembered...he and Bradley St. Ryan had grown up and apart since the last time they'd met. But here was Bradley smirking at him like no time had passed. And Isaac was a bit too traumatized by Bradley being right there...that he didn't even notice Rei with his friends nearby. Bradley always called Matthias a dog, for whatever reason, and Matthias just rolled his eyes-- "Nice to see you too, bastard." But then, Bradley turned his attention back to Isaac and smiled that smile that made his spine tingle all the way down. It was different than the kind that Pearce sent down his back, but no less potent. "New York makes you old," He reached out a hand and brushed by Isaac's cheek. "There's a wrinkles here." Isaac glared at him and swatted his hand away, "I like New York City." "You only like it because it's far away from London." Bradley said. "Nice to know that you've kept the accent." Isaac bit his lip. "I only came because I forgot flowers. Thought it was fair. I'm going in now." But before he left, Bradley caught his arm and kissed his cheek, more flashes (Shit.) "Saved you my favorite box, stick around afterwards, won't you, Monsieur Americain? I've missed you." Isaac could have cussed him out in German again, except Matthias dragged him in. They'd make a quick escape. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 06:37 PM Post #519 |
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Water brewed and bubbled rather dangerously inside Rei as he watched the exchange. His eyes turned sharp, taking in details as the hand was raised and brushed the mans cheek, mentioning something about a wrinkle. No doubt his fault at the amount of hours he had them work and the various lectures they went through. They probably spent more time frowning when playing then they realized. Strangest be that Rei had the distinct feeling that the wrinkle in question though, was probably from smiling. His pupils narrowed however when moments later that cheek was kissed. The memories seemed to flood back to Nick, who always had a flawless memory when it came to things he'd read, even if it was years and years ago, who only needed a certain boost for it to come back to him. That kiss seemed to be the boost, as he immediately hushed and ushered the four of them forward and into their seats. The moment they sat down, most of the seats still empty as many had tried to get pointless things like autographs, did Nick, who sat next between Rei and David, filled them in. Leroy, who had stolen the corner and was probably looking forward more to escaping than even Rei, only groaned but leaned in anyway. "A tabloid back in London once reported the two together," Nick spoke confidently. "Why do you read the London tabloid?" Leroy asked with a roll of his eyes. "He reads every tabloid and news around him that involve any musician," Rei spoke. "Isaac was in the London phil previously. In his application form, don't form misconceptions," he cleared up immediately. But even as he sat straight, his face and emotions hidden and his eyes just staying in that eternal gaze of displeasure, Leroy couldn't help but notice the muscle in the mans jaw twitch every so often. |
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| lucier | Nov 19 2009, 06:53 PM Post #520 |
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Isaac's cheek burned. It wasn't exactly from humiliation, but when the attendants had locked them up in "Bradley's favorite box", did Isaac flounce down on one of the chairs and noticed that there were snacks and wine and a vase of orchids. Matthias immediately helped himself to an eclaire. "These's are good. He must have gotten them from JJ." JJ Bakery was a famous Bakery chain within New York. (But how would he even know?) "Ugh." Isaac felt his temple prickle. "Why is he always like that?" Matthias bit back, 'that's what you get for dating an attention whore', and shrugged, "He's Bradley, he still calls me a dog, how do you think I feel?" "You're not the one who dated him." "I'm also not the one who wanted to date him." "...Jerk." But then Isaac quieted as the lights dimmed, of course, the cautionary announcements were made everyone's heads swiveled around to look at the emergency exits. Isaac reached for a chocolate biscuit, might as well take advantage of Bradley's so called 'hospitality'. Bradley probably just wanted to shag him again, and then he was inexplicably reminded of what he was inevitably going to do to Pearce. Bad karma. Isaac had never liked musicals, hated it...but when the music started in the opening number, he was forced to remember how much he liked Bradley's singing. "Wanna pop open the wine?" "No," Isaac glanced over at him, "It's probably what he wants me to do, he forgets that I can hold my liquor better than he can. You go ahead." He was going to think of unpleasant things, unpleasant things that made Bradley's voice less alluring. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 07:01 PM Post #521 |
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What scared Leroy more though was when that twitching came to an eery halt and Rei's eyes hardened all the more. Like he had reverted to something much worse than before all the changes began happening to him. Not a moment was given to him to fix this or even ask what was going on when the lights dimmed and he knew all hope was lost. Rei, no matter how much he disliked these kind of things, had respect for the stage. The lights that dimmed would signal a silence for him, one that he would never break for simple gossip. Unless someone was dying, someone who had better damn well be important, he was not going to be disrespectful. The plot seemed fine, but it was nothing spectacular in Rei's opinion. The whole thing about a story line with cliche twists and climaxes, paired with music, dance numbers and smiles too false and glamorous were not for him. Especially when a certain blond came on stage and Rei crossed his legs, the only blank face in the crowd, as the rest smiled and listened to the clear voice sing. It was a beautiful voice, pronouncing words fully and truly demanding to be the center of the stage, absorbing and taking in the spot light proudly. Rei was tempted to ask Leroy to switch seats so he'd be closed to the door. He retreated back into his thoughts and began analyzing the night before. He had been a bit too carried away with the evening and certainly shouldn't have responded prematurely. Especially since Nick had told them of the two being together. He had said nothing about them even separating. Sarah's words strangely came back to mind. |
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| lucier | Nov 19 2009, 07:19 PM Post #522 |
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"You're in love...." Matthias glanced over at Isaac's face when Bradley sang the final aria, Isaac had long since grew still and gazed at the blond on the stage with such intensity that-- It took Isaac more than a few minutes to realize that Matthias was talking to him, he had zoned out through most of the musical, actually...he didn't even know what the musical was about. He just knew that... "Were you talking to me?" Matthias rolled his eyes, "No, I was talking to the Prime Minister of England, who else would I be talking to?" He got up and stretched his arms, "I guess...we should get out of here if we don't want the press to be pawing at you." It had been a long time since Isaac had been victim of the press, but he rubbed his temple, "If anything, we should hide out here until everyone else is gone. Bradley's probably going to be too distracted to remember me." "Doubt it." And that was true, back then, things had been good and wonderful, and even if Bradley was determined to be on good terms with everyone that he shagged and cheated on, Isaac was not going to be one of those people. Good thing she hadn't been here today, or else Isaac might have clawed both of their eyes out. It was a fiery romance saga that lacked an ending because Bradley had hushed the press about Isaac's dumping him and fleeing to Boston. "Fuck this, let's just go." Isaac tugged at his tie. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 07:31 PM Post #523 |
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As the musical went on, it was normal for most groups to talk. David occasionally spoke to Nick, who replied with insight and what he thought about the entire affair. Strangely enough, he was liking the musical but it was for a whole different reason. Nick wasn't minding it because of Bradley, who had kissed Isaac (even though it was his cheek), and showed, unaware that Rei was there, that Isaac was by no means 'purely interested'. Oh no, more than likely, Nick assumed that Rei was adding more cons to the list and crossing off a variety of pros. Rei was only glowering on the fact that this must have been the so called 'skeleton' in his closet. To think he considering playing because of such an incident, because that was what he named it at the moment. An incident needed to be dealt with and removed, before it got worse. Now Isaac wouldn't have any problems with rehearsing in his usual chair. If anything, the conductor could just replace them all. The musical ended soon enough and most of the crowd stood up to applaud. Rei rose his hands, clapped precisely three times, the sound quiet and done out of obligation before he left. He wasn't sure why he even bothered to go. A giant waste of time. No one followed him because they knew better then to attempt to talk to him at this moment. He was boiling underneath the surface of his calm face, walking toward the coat checked as he handed in the ticket. "Important call?" The person asked politely, a bit confused to someone coming so early. Why, the room was applauding so loudly it even echoed here. "The white one," he spoke clearly as the persons hands grasped at the wrong item. "And no, I'm just here as a favor." The woman frowned as she continued racking through the clothing, missing his each time that earned his a slight glare. "To each his own..." He didn't have to correct her a second time as she finally gave him his blazer that he swiftly put on before placing five dollars as a tip in the little jar. "Good night," he started, before a sudden flash stopped him. Shit. Off course the media would escape before hand to catch everyone outside, who were still refusing to leave. |
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| lucier | Nov 19 2009, 07:44 PM Post #524 |
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"But they took the picture of him kissing me, if that gets out, I won't ever be able to explain it and bad things will happen and I'll be fired from the phil." Isaac bit out, "Why do I even bother listen to you?" "Because occasionally, I give good advice, but you never listen to my good advice." Matthias pointed out. That was halfway true, "You can always go back to the London Phil, I'm sure they all miss you there." "Are you advocating that I go back to Bradley?" Isaac narrowed his eyes. "I'm not advocating anything, I'm just saying that you don't have to stay in the New York Phil if this blows out of proportion." (Pearce, after seeing the picture, was probably going to blow it out of proportion.) Come Sunday afternoon and another concert, Matthias did not want to be Isaac. At all. "And...press ahead, watch out." (Good for Rei, probably, because the swarm was towards Isaac and left him well alone.) And the warning came none too late as the swarm of mics pressed in front of Isaac's face, "Mr. Langley, Mr. Langley! What was it like seeing the celebrated Bradley St. Ryan after four years? He's considering a reconciliation, would you--" The lights made him dizzy, he must have been younger then. "I want this on the record," Isaac said, and everyone paused, watching him, "It was a surprise to have Bradley come and greet me tonight, something that I wasn't expecting. But I won't be considering a reconciliation of any sort since I'm at the moment, involved. Now, get the bloody hell out of my way." A nice, public statement. Didn't even give anything away. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 19 2009, 08:00 PM Post #525 |
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Life seemed horribly ironic that while the press was heading straight toward Rei, the entrance of another pair, or rather, a certain black haired man changed everything. He wasn't even noticeable as the pack changed targets. They would have gone for both if they heard of anything about the changing relationship between the conductor and the concertmaster but that was far too hidden for them to know. They hounded Isaac, encircling him and immediately questioning him on the little display of attention. Rei however, was turning around, about to run a hand through his hair until he remained that it had been slicked back and such an action would probably ruin it. "I won't be considering a reconciliation for any sort since I'm at the moment, involved." Now there was a sentence that stopped his foot from moving. He remembered immediately the hand slapping the other away. But he also remembered the orchids. So he turned and walked through the doors, perfectly knowledgeable that many people said statements they didn't truly mean. He stood there in the hold, his expression still controlled as he searched the streets for a cab, which horribly enough even in New York, was looking to be a harder task than he originally thought. He grabbed a cigarette and decided to pay his attention to it instead. Nick walked out early, entering right as Rei left and Isaac attempted to leave the crowd. Many eyes went to him, recognizing him immediately. "Mr. York! What are your thoughts on tonight's performance?" An eager reporter asked, before a lucious idea hit Nick and he walked forward, placing a hand on both Isaac and Matthias's shoulder. "Not bad for a musical but I prefer the classics," he patted each of the violinists shoulders meaningfully. "Now if you'll excuse us, I think I'm hearing the cast making their way out." The magic words caused a rippling effect as the group stormed to crowd the entrance way where anyone else might come out, leaving the three men alone. "Coincidence running into you brat," he spoke to Isaac before glancing at Matthias. "...Haven't met you before. Nick York, critic," he spoke, nodding politely before looking back at Isaac. "So you're planning to cheat, are you?" He asked, disgust clearly on his face. "Thought you were up to something, like a bet to get into his pants, but turns out its something just as bad." |
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