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To Love a Ghost; for Kya
Topic Started: May 16 2010, 12:02 AM (134 Views)
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Carrying his acoustic guitar in one hand and his suitcase in the other, Flynn Morgan walked up the imposing front steps of the Belleview Theater, his heart knocking painfully against his chest as his progress brought him nearer and nearer to his goal. Fine strawberry blonde hair fell across his forehead and was brushed aside by a quick flick of his head to leave piercing green eyes free to roam over the building's impressive facade.

He'd heard of the Belleview, of course, and he'd dreamed of performing there, but never had he actually thought the day would come when he'd be climbing the front steps to beg for a job at the door.

Wrinkling his pert, petite nose at the thought of begging for anything, the young man turned around to look at the cab driver who waited impatiently at the curb, his dark eyes boring into Flynn and propelling the youth forward at a faster pace.

One thing was certain, he'd have to do some fancy talking in order to land a job within these hallowed walls, as only the best of the best were hired on for even the chorus. To be a star at the Belleview required poise, confidence, arrogance, talent, and something of a miracle.

Hoping for his own version of a miracle, Flynn approached the door and, after taking a deep breath, pushed the heavy wooden portal open and let himself inside.

The first thing he noticed were the loud voices coming from the top of the double staircase at the front of the entrance hall, and, curiosity gnawing at him, he followed the sound to see what was going on. Standing at the foot of the majestic stairwell, his mouth hanging open like an fish, he watched as Colin McDougal - the hottest new star to perform at the Belleview - verbally berated another man for something that seemed completely foreign to Flynn.

Suddenly, his presence was noted by the tall, dark, classically handsome star, and he broke off in mid-tirade to stare for a moment.

The theater manager, a small, unfortunate man who had the equally unfortunate name of Wilfred Weeks, raised a finger and timidly cleared his throat to bring Colin's attention back to him.

The star, dumbstruck by the beauty that had just walked in, barely glanced over. "Yes, yes, Willy," he muttered quietly, not wanting the newcomer to hear his tirade. "Just make certain there's bottled water in my room before the next performance, will you? And roses. The smell of them helps to relax me."

Considering the matter over, Colin descended the steps as though he were royalty, his dark eyes hungrily taking in every detail about the boy that he could; from the too-long, shaggy hair, to the vibrant green of his eyes, to the battered guitar case and duffel bag he carried.

Throwing his arms open wide, the 'star' greeted, "Welcome to the Belleview! I'm Colin McDougal, resident star. And you are...?"

Obviously starstruck, Flynn stood for a moment, wide eyes simply following the movement of the living legend before he realized that he'd been spoken to.

"Oh!" Transferring his bag to the floor, he offered it to shake and said nervously, "I'm Flynn. Flynn Morgan. I've come to see about a job...?"

Utterly charmed and already deciding that this lad would be his next conquest, Colin grinned rogueishly and wrapped a companionable arm around Flynn's shoulders.

"I'm sure we can find you something to do, Flynn. I assume you've got your bags?"

"J-j-just like that? No audition or anything?" Stunned, Flynn could only stare.

Colin laughed, however, and immediately dashed the youth's hopes. "Not on stage, obviously, dear boy. But even working backstage is working, and you'll be close to the action!" Seeing the dismayed frown on Flynn's face, the older, darker man pulled him in close and murmured, "Of course, I'd be happy to do a private audition for you. If I like what I see, I can put in a personal word for you with the manager."

Turning wide green eyes up to gaze hopefully at what he saw as his savior, Flynn gasped, "That would be wonderful, Mr. McDougal!"

"Please, call me Colin." Already, he could feel the triumph wending its way through him. This boy would be his, and all it would take was a few whispered lies into his ear to make it happen. "Get your things from the cab, and I'll show you to the dormitories."

Nodding, as eager to please as a puppy, Flynn rushed down the front steps, counted out what he owed from his carefully hoarded and quickly dwindling stash, handed it to the cab driver, retrieved his last bag from the trunk of the car, and dashed back up the front steps to Colin's side once again.
Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy.
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Mikael Petrova

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Many years ago, this very building that Mikael lived in was nothing more than a vacant lot full of dry grass and inspiring dreams. At that time, Mikael had lived just a few houses down and would frequent this abandoned spot as a place to just get away from all of life's troubles. It was an escape for him, that was until a contractor came by and explained to the town that in it's place was going to be a grand theatre in hopes of attracting more business to their otherwise quiet city. This brought about mixed feelings, some were ecstatic to have a bit of culture brought into the town while others were worried about the types of people that would be touristing around their streets.

In the end all the papers were signed and construction began. Many of the people who lived in the city came on to help build the theatre and Mikael was one of them. He knew he had to have a hand in the building of this theatre since it was such an important spot for him, so even if there was now going to be a building in the vacant lot he would have some piece of him in it.

What he hadn't planned on was his sudden inspiration as the walls were slowly erected. Mikael knew that he had to do something, something that only he would know, something that he could only use when the theatre was completed. So this lead to him creating secret passages from the stage and high rafts to secret rooms in the back of the theatre. All of which he was the only one that knew about it.... this passion turned into obsession and he found himself slaving away day after day on these secrets until they were completed.

Now this inspiration did not come unwarranted. It wasn't the tourists and the culture that attracted him to the idea of the theatre, it was the theatre itself and what it could bring out in people. A sense of self, an escape of reality, the display of talent. All of these things were what Mikael wished for himself, but there was one problem, his strange fear of people. It wasn't a deathly fear, but once when he had gone to an audition many years back he froze while standing on stage... he could not stand the people staring at him and it had crushed what little dreams he had at the time. Mikael had an amazing voice, that was one thing he was certain of, but it was a voice that would remain silent for he could not sing in front of others.

Even though he wouldn't be able to be on stage, this way with all of his secrets built within the walls of the theatre, he could still be a part of the world and still stay hidden from those questioning and judging eyes of others. He could be a phantom, a presence that people could feel and be inspired by but never seen.

Once the theatre was completed, Mikael moved what little he owned from his home and took up residence in the secret rooms in the theatre. Over the years he learned how best to move through the passages and view the stage from the rafters and audience without ever being seen. He was quick to perfect his ghost-like being and soon when the theatre opened he was able to put it into practice.

He hoped to find some strong inspiration in what he could see, but had yet to find anything worthwhile. So instead he spent a lot of days in his secret rooms composing his own music, singing to the walls and to himself whenever he got the chance.

Today was just another one of those days, except there was a pull inside of him, a strange pull that had him walking through the passages he constructed years ago and towards the rafters that overlooked the lobby. He remained in the dark, blond hair pulled back with a black ribbon and his dark attire helping him become one with the shadows and that mask he wore to cover half of his face. Not because there was anything wrong with his face, but it helped him adapt to his mysterious persona and help him keep hidden from all wandering eyes. They may think it was just a trick of their mind or a part of the show and no one would think twice.

While looking down into the lobby he watched as one of the star performers of the current show chatted up what appeared to be a fresh face. Whatever the strange pull he had earlier was it was due to this new man walking into the theatre and he made a mental note to keep a close eye on the man. Maybe inspiration had finally come...

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((Oops... forgot to link his reference pic. Flynn Morgan))

Completely unaware that he was on the verge of being swindled by Mr. Colin McDougal, Flynn allowed himself to led up that grand staircase, his hungry eyes taking in everything eagerly. He thought that perhaps it was slightly odd to be taken in and given a job just like that, but he wasn't about to question his good fortune. He'd been down to his last fifty dollars, and taking the cab to the theater had taken a precious twenty of that.

Suddenly feeling shivers skittering over his spine, Flynn had the oddly uncomfortable sensation that he was being watched. Turning around quickly, his eyes scanned the foyer but could see no one. Then, inexplicably, he allowed his gaze to rise higher, to the opened beams of the ceiling and beyond, trying in vain to pierce through the darkness. Of course it was absolutely ridiculous that anyone should be up there - how would they get there, for goodness sake? - but he couldn't shake the feeling that a pair of eyes were following his every movement.

Gratefully, Flynn followed Colin willingly enough, eager to see the dormitories and his new residence, and more than eager to start to work. After all, the sooner he began working, the sooner he begin to save money.

Upon reaching the dorm rooms, he was shown to an empty bed and, after he'd hefted his two bags and his guitar onto the lumpy looking mattress, he turned to face Colin when the other man began to speak.

"Settle in, bathe, eat, change your clothes. Do whatever you need to do to refresh yourself. I'll be in the auditorium in 45 minutes for your audition."

"The... auditorium? I... I thought you said this would be.... a private audition."

Colin gave that same disarmingly roguish grin and answered, "It will be private. Everyone else will be down in the cafeteria, eating their lunch." Then, with a wink, he left the youth standing there.

Blinking a bit in confusion, Flynn stared at the doorway where Colin had been standing a moment prior, then, snapping himself out of it, he opened his two bags and chose the least rumpled shirt and slacks. Then he went to bathe and prepare for his audition, grateful that he had the bathing chamber to himself this time, as he wasn't certain if he'd be able to function properly with other people staring at him.

It wasn't that he was shy, not by any means, but the theater was new, and so big, and the only people who had ever seen him without his clothes on were the doctor and his mother. He'd be slightly humiliated if anyone had been there to see him.

As he bathed away the dust and dirt of travel, Flynn began to sing; quietly at first, then louder and louder until his voice echoed on the walls and bounced back to him from the tiled floor and beamed ceiling.
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Something happened that he had never had happen before. Staring out from the depths of the darkness high up in the foyer, he found that he had not gone unnoticed. The man he had been looking down upon had turned his head upwards and started directly at him. His heart stopped for a moment, staring down into what appeared to be brown eyes looking right back at him. Had he been caught? Mikael didn't know what to do and so he just remained still, pressed back against the shadows...

Two breaths later and that head was turning away from him with a look of confusion. Still, knowing that he had not been seen, the fact that he almost had was enough to shake him in his very core. Mikael had to be more careful now, especially when watching this new man who was already the most intriguing person he had seen in a long time.

Over the years the same actors and musicians walking in and out of the Bellview grew dull. He had hid himself away in the theatre to find inspiration and it was hard when the same men and women were walking these halls, especially people like Colin McDougal. Mikael had quickly become tired of the man who took the title of star much too seriously. People like Colin tarnished what the theatre was all about and if he could he would have somehow made Colin leave but it was just within his power to do so. It didn't help that he was a ghost of the Bellview.

Following the pair along the rafters he watched Colin lead the new man towards the rooms in the back, Mikael only wished he could go lower to hear what was being said but it was probably better that he didn't and just kept to watching this curious man. Though when he began to undress Mikael had to look away... in the end even as a recluse he was a gentleman.

This only lasted for so long because a sound so unique and yet somehow so pure was assaulting his senses. Where was it coming from, everyone was at lunch by now and so he knew the auditorium was empty.

There was no one else around, except the new guy. How was it possible that a man off the streets could sing like this and why had he not come here before. Letting his eyes once more fall down to the room below him he saw the new man in the bath and the voice was indeed his, echoing through the walls.

That pounding in his heart only increased and he found his lips parting, mimicking the sounds. A bout of inspiration hit him and to the man below it would only sound like echos but to Mikael it was a haunting music that he had to lock into memory.

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Flynn took his time bathing, reveling in the marvelous acoustics of the bathroom and enjoying the way his voice sounded as it bounced back to him. At times, it almost sounded as though there was another, completely different, voice joining his own in song, but as he saw no one else in the bathing room, he knew that that was completely ridiculous. It only went to prove how good acoustics could improve the quality of a singer's voice.

When he finally emerged from the bathing room, clean, relaxed, and refreshed, his too-long strawberry blonde hair brushed out so that it fell in a straight sheet, and his bright green eyes outlined with a bit of khol to accentuate them, Flynn retrieved his guitar from his new bed and set out for the auditorium, feeling himself ready to face Colin and eager for his audition to begin.

He found his destination easily enough, but several times on his journey felt those eyes on him once again. He brushed the feeling off and kept going, telling himself that the Belleview was a large building with a lot of inhabitants. He was bound to be watched at some point, so he might as well get used to the feeling.

Poking his head shyly around the door, he found Colin sitting in one of the many fold-up seats that were provided for the audience at the Belleview. The star's dark head was tipped backwards, his equally dark eyes staring up at the ceiling as he waited for the newest member of the theater to join him.

Of course, he had no intention of letting Flynn get anywhere in the business. After all, if he wanted to keep the pretty young man interested in him, he would have to remain at a lower station so that his hero worship and star-struck sensibilities would demand that he stay close to Colin. Of course, eventually, the dark male would get tired of him, but that was neither here nor there.

Standing when he heard Flynn enter the room, Colin beamed at the youth and all but purred, "You look lovely." Pleased when the new musician flushed a deep shade of red, he winked, then gestured to the solitary stool that had been set up on the stage. "Go ahead. I'm ready whenever you are."

Not quite sure yet what to make of Colin's flirting ways, Flynn made his way up on the stage in a sort of daze, his green eyes hazy and slightly unfocused. He set his guitar case down on the floor, and, after pulling out the beat up instrument, settled himself on the stool. Blocking out the presence of the man in the audience, he instead focused his thoughts on the unseen eyes he'd felt on him since the moment he'd stepped into the theater.

When his long, nimble fingers began to pluck at the strings of his guitar, it was an achingly sweet plea for anyone who listened; and when he opened his mouth and began to sing, it was a tale of bittersweet love and designed to pull at even the most hardened of hearts.

When he'd finished, and the last trembling note had died away, Flynn raised his gaze to search Colin's face. What he found there disappointed him.

"I'm afraid you're destined for the chorus, dear boy," the star informed him sadly. "You play beautifully, but your voice is sorely lacking. I am sorry, Flynn."

In all truth, Colin had been stunned when Flynn had begun to sing, and he'd had to work to compose his features and his reactions so that he wouldn't give too much away. It simply wouldn't do to have his newest conquest performing better than he, himself, did.

Resigned, Flynn stood, and, after tucking his guitar back into its case, said, "I expected as much. Thanks for the chance. Perhaps, when I've had some more time to practice, you'll let me audition again?"

"But of course," replied Colin, just as smooth as he could be, and just as determined to win Flynn for his own.
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