farliieansds225
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awesome update!!!
i would love to really hear michael sing!!
loved it
cant wait for more!
i would love to really hear michael sing!!
loved it
cant wait for more!
A Fine Line
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SkyGirl5
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:lol: thanks but its okay
i really like Center Stage, but i dont really think this will be like that very much...This kinds of reminds me of this movie called Center Stage. It's awesome, lol. Just thought I'd point that out
AliasSydney502
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sexual tension...
xMountineer02300844x
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Good update. Eventually they'll fall for each other as it all progresses and they'll get a long. Like Coop said, it WILL be a long couple months.
-erin
-erin
laura_vaughn
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why is michael being such an ass? he has to have a good reason
oh and i was just wondering did you come up w/ this play/musical or is it real?
oh and i was just wondering did you come up w/ this play/musical or is it real?
vaughnshoney
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Great update. I think Syd needs to give Michael a chance rather than being critical of everything he says.
gtwallichs
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That was great!
SkyGirl5
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um i dunno... just thought it up on my own like everything else
jessie tubb
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well i think there is somethng behind Michael being late
and Syd, well, she's just being Syd, but she likes him :lol:
and Syd, well, she's just being Syd, but she likes him :lol:
scullymulder1234
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Syd is a spaz. Seriously. *nods* I feel bad for Michael.
But I love it so far, nonetheless! Wonderful job.
But I love it so far, nonetheless! Wonderful job.
mbellsdiva
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Sorry I couldn't reply the last couple of days, I've been at a conference and was too tired and brain-fried to form coherent phrases much less sentences and thoughts.
Could Cooper be in honor of Bradley Cooper? I love it if it is.
Yeah, Sydney is a drama queen.
I wonder how long before she falls for Vaughn.
Could Cooper be in honor of Bradley Cooper? I love it if it is.
Yeah, Sydney is a drama queen.
I wonder how long before she falls for Vaughn.
SkyGirl5
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Chapter 3
In the following two weeks of rehearsal, the rapport between Sydney and Michael didn’t improve at all. It didn’t exactly get worse either; it simply didn’t exist. In those two weeks, they didn’t speak one word to each other, unless it was the song they were required to sing together, and, even then, they weren’t performing it to each other. Sydney viewed Michael’s seclusion during rehearsal a sign that he was a horrible and not to mention rude person. She simply didn’t buy Cooper’s explanation that Michael probably was a very shy person. In her mind, he was a jerk.
Finally, the situation came to a head when the director called Sydney and Michael over to him at the end of rehearsal one day. “You two,” he sighed, “I love you both, but this,” he gestured between them, “isn’t working.”
Sydney and Michael exchanged brief glances. “What isn’t working?” Sydney asked.
“The chemistry! The tension! Well, there’s tension – but it’s not the good kind! You,” he said, gesturing towards Sydney, “need to be in love with him when you sing. You love him more than anyone else you’ve ever loved. All I’m seeing now is, well, no love at all. And you,” he turned to Michael, “you care about her. You don’t love her – but you care. You need to show that. I need to see the heartache you feel about breaking her heart, yet you know it’s for the best.”
The director’s comments were met with blank stares by both of the parties in front of him. He sighed heavily. “Okay, okay, do you two know anything about each other? Anything at all?” Sydney and Michael stared at the floor giving an obvious negative response. “Well there’s a starting point. You cannot possibly love those you do not know. Now go, both of you – get to know each other!” he encouraged dramatically. “I want that song better tomorrow!” With that, he left, leaving Sydney and Michael standing awkwardly a few feet apart, both looking at the floor.
“So, um,” Sydney began. “Do you wanna talk over dinner?” As long as she had to suffer through Michael Vaughn’s company, there was no way she was going to suffer through her growling stomach.
“Sure, how about that pizza shop across the street?” Michael suggested. Sydney nodded in agreement. The two of them grabbed their things and headed across the street. They each ordered a single slice of pizza and took seats at a high table along one wall of the restaurant in silence.
“So, uh, do you have… a boyfriend?” Sydney asked.
Michael scoffed, nearly choking on his pizza in the process. “Typical,” he muttered.
“Excuse me?!” she asked sharply.
“Typical,” he repeated louder. “It’s typical that you would assume such a thing about me.”
“You’re not gay?!”
“Do I seem gay to you?” he retorted. Sydney gave a noncommittal grumble. He didn’t exactly seem gay to her, but, then again, she didn’t have much of an impression to go on. “No, I am not gay,” he clarified. “Not all male singers are gay.”
“You’re a dancer too,” she pointed out.
“And not all male dancers are gay either. Besides, I’m not much of a dancer anyway,” he said. Sydney bit her tongue to keep herself from making a snide remark about Michael’s lack of ballet ability. “I dance when I have to, but that’s about it,” Michael explained. “So what about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Ha, ha,” she rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What about that guy you’re always snickering with?”
“I don’t snicker,” she snapped. “And Cooper is gay.”
“Uh huh…”
“Why don’t you talk to anyone?” she asked.
“Why would I?” he retorted.
“Oh I don’t know,” she sighed in a dramatic tone. “Maybe to be… oh, I don’t know say, normal, social, polite, human – take your pick.”
“Oh I see – because I don’t share my life story with everyone in sight I’m not human, is that right? Well, I guess you should call Mulder and Scully then,” he told her.
Sydney’s eyes narrowed at him. “Are you always this much of an asshole?”
Michael’s eyes narrowed right back. “Are you always this pretentious?”
Sydney fumed. “You know, it’s obvious this just isn’t going to work.”
“What are ya gonna do? Quit?” he asked, sounding a bit too hopeful.
“No,” Sydney said determinedly. “You are.”
Michael snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “In your dreams honey.”
The two of them sat in silence before Sydney sighed in defeat. She didn’t want to get fired so she had to make it work. “Fine just… tell me where you’re from.”
“California,” he said. Sydney muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “That explains why you’re blonde,” but Michael chose to ignore it. “Moved out here last month to try my hand at Broadway.”
“Oh yeah? What’d you do back in California?” Sydney asked only somewhat interested.
“Helped my dad with his surf shop…in between trying to make it as a singer in Hollywood,” he told her.
“You didn’t?” Sydney asked, sounding slightly surprised. No matter how much she disliked him as a person, it was impossible to dislike his singing voice. It was just too good. She was shocked that a record company didn’t snatch him up right away. After all, it wasn’t like he was hideous or something.
“Nah, record companies kept telling me I was too Broadway after I wouldn’t sing what they wanted, so that’s why I came out here,” he explained. “What about you? Go to Julliard on Daddy’s dime did you?”
At this, Sydney’s head snapped up from staring down at her paper plate with half a slice of pizza on it. Her eyes narrowed at Michael’s smirk. “So what if I did? I’ll have you know I was the best in my class.”
“Ballet?” he asked; she nodded. “That’s funny,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“What is?” she asked suspiciously. He shrugged innocently. “No, tell me.”
“Nothin’… I just woulda figured you were too big to be a dancer – height wise anyway,” he said, smirk growing across his face with the word ‘big’.
Sydney leaned in closer to him and said harshly, “And I would have thought you were too stupid to be a singer.” Then, she stood up quickly, nearly knocking the stool she was sitting on over in the process. “Look, this obviously isn’t going to work – us being friendly, so why don’t we just act like we care. That is what we’re supposed to do anyway – act that is, if you think you’re capable.”
“Oh I’m capable,” he assured her.
“Good,” she snapped. Then, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant.
In the following two weeks of rehearsal, the rapport between Sydney and Michael didn’t improve at all. It didn’t exactly get worse either; it simply didn’t exist. In those two weeks, they didn’t speak one word to each other, unless it was the song they were required to sing together, and, even then, they weren’t performing it to each other. Sydney viewed Michael’s seclusion during rehearsal a sign that he was a horrible and not to mention rude person. She simply didn’t buy Cooper’s explanation that Michael probably was a very shy person. In her mind, he was a jerk.
Finally, the situation came to a head when the director called Sydney and Michael over to him at the end of rehearsal one day. “You two,” he sighed, “I love you both, but this,” he gestured between them, “isn’t working.”
Sydney and Michael exchanged brief glances. “What isn’t working?” Sydney asked.
“The chemistry! The tension! Well, there’s tension – but it’s not the good kind! You,” he said, gesturing towards Sydney, “need to be in love with him when you sing. You love him more than anyone else you’ve ever loved. All I’m seeing now is, well, no love at all. And you,” he turned to Michael, “you care about her. You don’t love her – but you care. You need to show that. I need to see the heartache you feel about breaking her heart, yet you know it’s for the best.”
The director’s comments were met with blank stares by both of the parties in front of him. He sighed heavily. “Okay, okay, do you two know anything about each other? Anything at all?” Sydney and Michael stared at the floor giving an obvious negative response. “Well there’s a starting point. You cannot possibly love those you do not know. Now go, both of you – get to know each other!” he encouraged dramatically. “I want that song better tomorrow!” With that, he left, leaving Sydney and Michael standing awkwardly a few feet apart, both looking at the floor.
“So, um,” Sydney began. “Do you wanna talk over dinner?” As long as she had to suffer through Michael Vaughn’s company, there was no way she was going to suffer through her growling stomach.
“Sure, how about that pizza shop across the street?” Michael suggested. Sydney nodded in agreement. The two of them grabbed their things and headed across the street. They each ordered a single slice of pizza and took seats at a high table along one wall of the restaurant in silence.
“So, uh, do you have… a boyfriend?” Sydney asked.
Michael scoffed, nearly choking on his pizza in the process. “Typical,” he muttered.
“Excuse me?!” she asked sharply.
“Typical,” he repeated louder. “It’s typical that you would assume such a thing about me.”
“You’re not gay?!”
“Do I seem gay to you?” he retorted. Sydney gave a noncommittal grumble. He didn’t exactly seem gay to her, but, then again, she didn’t have much of an impression to go on. “No, I am not gay,” he clarified. “Not all male singers are gay.”
“You’re a dancer too,” she pointed out.
“And not all male dancers are gay either. Besides, I’m not much of a dancer anyway,” he said. Sydney bit her tongue to keep herself from making a snide remark about Michael’s lack of ballet ability. “I dance when I have to, but that’s about it,” Michael explained. “So what about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Ha, ha,” she rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What about that guy you’re always snickering with?”
“I don’t snicker,” she snapped. “And Cooper is gay.”
“Uh huh…”
“Why don’t you talk to anyone?” she asked.
“Why would I?” he retorted.
“Oh I don’t know,” she sighed in a dramatic tone. “Maybe to be… oh, I don’t know say, normal, social, polite, human – take your pick.”
“Oh I see – because I don’t share my life story with everyone in sight I’m not human, is that right? Well, I guess you should call Mulder and Scully then,” he told her.
Sydney’s eyes narrowed at him. “Are you always this much of an asshole?”
Michael’s eyes narrowed right back. “Are you always this pretentious?”
Sydney fumed. “You know, it’s obvious this just isn’t going to work.”
“What are ya gonna do? Quit?” he asked, sounding a bit too hopeful.
“No,” Sydney said determinedly. “You are.”
Michael snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “In your dreams honey.”
The two of them sat in silence before Sydney sighed in defeat. She didn’t want to get fired so she had to make it work. “Fine just… tell me where you’re from.”
“California,” he said. Sydney muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “That explains why you’re blonde,” but Michael chose to ignore it. “Moved out here last month to try my hand at Broadway.”
“Oh yeah? What’d you do back in California?” Sydney asked only somewhat interested.
“Helped my dad with his surf shop…in between trying to make it as a singer in Hollywood,” he told her.
“You didn’t?” Sydney asked, sounding slightly surprised. No matter how much she disliked him as a person, it was impossible to dislike his singing voice. It was just too good. She was shocked that a record company didn’t snatch him up right away. After all, it wasn’t like he was hideous or something.
“Nah, record companies kept telling me I was too Broadway after I wouldn’t sing what they wanted, so that’s why I came out here,” he explained. “What about you? Go to Julliard on Daddy’s dime did you?”
At this, Sydney’s head snapped up from staring down at her paper plate with half a slice of pizza on it. Her eyes narrowed at Michael’s smirk. “So what if I did? I’ll have you know I was the best in my class.”
“Ballet?” he asked; she nodded. “That’s funny,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“What is?” she asked suspiciously. He shrugged innocently. “No, tell me.”
“Nothin’… I just woulda figured you were too big to be a dancer – height wise anyway,” he said, smirk growing across his face with the word ‘big’.
Sydney leaned in closer to him and said harshly, “And I would have thought you were too stupid to be a singer.” Then, she stood up quickly, nearly knocking the stool she was sitting on over in the process. “Look, this obviously isn’t going to work – us being friendly, so why don’t we just act like we care. That is what we’re supposed to do anyway – act that is, if you think you’re capable.”
“Oh I’m capable,” he assured her.
“Good,” she snapped. Then, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant.
sparklingrainbow
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oh no... i do hope the acting leads to th real thing... why are they being sooo stubborn???
Spydrummer06
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The sarcasm is overflowing...it's great. Hopefully they fall for each other though, then they can laugh at how much they hated each other at one time.
Great update
Great update
fieldstation
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woah. How nice. At least Sydney tried to improve things with Michael. What's wrong with him?
aprilsfool6
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That was... eventful?
At least they talked to each other... That's a good start, right?
:lol: Great chapter. Can't wait to see what happens next.
At least they talked to each other... That's a good start, right?
:lol: Great chapter. Can't wait to see what happens next.
catfishally
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Jeez what a jerk!
