scullymulder1234
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Syd? Green hair dye? You might want to break that out, just to get ready soon.
Hee! I love it! Wonderful job.
Hee! I love it! Wonderful job.
A Fine Line
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mbellsdiva
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Finally, another step in the right direction.
Yes, it's a baby step; but it's a step.
Yes, it's a baby step; but it's a step.
SkyGirl5
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Chapter 8
The following day, instead of rehearsals, Sydney, Michael and two of the other main characters went downtown to where their costumes were being made. While the chorus rehearsed, they had the pleasure of being measured, pinched and prodded with pins while the seamstresses tried to fit their costumes correctly. During the musical, Sydney was going to have three different outfits but only two wardrobe changes because one of the costumes was worn over the other (a leotard and tights). Michael would just be wearing one costume, which was actually two since he also put one on over the other.
Immediately inside the costume shop the men separated from the women to be fitted into their outfits. Sydney was being measured from head to toe when she heard a loud shout from the back room of the shop. The voice obviously belonged to Michael and she couldn’t stop herself from going over and investigating along with two of her musical costars. “What’s the matter?” she asked him.
He poked his head out from behind the curtain where he was changing. “I can’t wear this! I QUIT!”
“Michael don’t be dramatic; it can’t possibly be that bad,” Sydney told him.
“Oh it’s that bad,” he assured her. “It’s awful- wait, no what are you doing!? Get away! Stay back! I-” his voice cut off sharply when Sydney ripped open the curtain he was standing behind. She let out a shriek of laughter along with her two female costars at what they saw.
Michael was shirtless and, unfortunately, only wearing one item of clothing: pink tights. Luckily (for him anyway), his hands were covering a precious part of his anatomy, but it didn’t stop the girls from getting a general drift of his appearance. Within moments, Sydney was doubled over with her hands resting on her thighs as she laughed hysterically. A pink-faced Michael tried the best to hide himself, though pulling the curtain shut would have required using one or both of his hands, which definitely was not an option.
“Oh my god,” Sydney managed, tears streaming down her face. “That’s so awesome. Turn around and let us see the back!”
“NO!” Michael said firmly. “Jesus woman get a hold of yourself. You were a ballerina – haven’t you seen a man in tights before?!”
“Um, yes, yes I have,” she said, clearing her throat. “And it was funny then too. Besides,” she sighed, sauntering around to his other side as she looked him up and down, “this is much more interesting.”
“I’m sure,” he said, giving her an unappreciative look. “Would you kindly shut this curtain so I can take these off?”
“No,” she said, grinning. “You’re going to have to shut it yourself.”
Michael glared at her for a moment before attempting to shut the curtain with his elbow which, of course, didn’t work. “What’s the matter?” Sydney continued, grin never leaving her face, “Don’t you want us to see? Not very,” she cleared her throat, “well endowed are we?”
Grumbling, Michael sidled his way over to the edge of the curtain. In a quick movement, he turned around and shut the curtain with his hands, which, unfortunately, gave the girls a view of his backside. They howled with laughter as he muttered to himself and swore to drop them all down stage trap doors one by one.
After the amusement at Michael’s expense, Sydney returned to finish her costume fitting. When she was done, she collected her things and headed towards the exit only to be nearly knocked over by Michael, who was muttering to himself. “Excuse you,” she snapped when he trampled on her foot without acknowledgment.
“Oh… sorry…,” he sighed.
“Whats ‘amatta? Got your hose in a bunch?” she asked, amused.
“So funny,” he rolled his eyes at her. “No, I won’t be wearing tights thank you very much.”
“You didn’t actually quit, did you?” she asked, sounding concerned
“Why?” he raised an eyebrow at her tone. “You mean you don’t wanna get rid of me?”
“Well, you know,” she mumbled evasively as she looked down to her feet. “It’d be kinda hard to train someone else and we’re only like three weeks from opening night and…”
“Uh huh,” Michael grinned. “Well, I didn’t quit. I just managed to talk them into giving me leggings instead of tights – which are still bad, but not nearly as bad.”
“I’m sure,” Sydney told him. “But it’s a pity though – that we won’t get to see, um, you,” she cleared her throat, “in tights.”
“Want a private show?” he asked with a cheeky grin. She punched his arm and he winced as she pushed past him to walk out of the costume shop. “Hey wait up! Where are you going?”
“Um, I dunno… some errands, the subway… why?” she asked.
“Want company?” he offered. She gave him a suspicious look. He didn’t react for a moment, but then he sighed, his body slumping forward as he did so. “Okay, okay I don’t want to go back to my apartment and I’m bored.”
“What’s wrong with your apartment?”
“My roommate,” he growled. “He’s a filthy, jobless slob who hasn’t moved from the couch in about three months and is really starting to smell.”
Sydney grimaced. “Lovely.”
“So can I come?” he asked with a hopeful grin.
Sydney sighed as she looked at his expression. Running errands alone was no fun, but she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted Michael to be her accompaniment. “Fine,” she sighed, “as long as you carry all my bags.”
He rolled his eyes, but agreed to go along. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Well, first I’ve got to pick up my birth control pills, then I’ve got to buy some feminine products and oh! get a bikini wax. You should get one too you know, if you’re going to be in those tights,” she winked at him.
Michael stopped dead in his tracks. “Please, tell me you’re joking,” he croaked. The smile on her face made it clear that she was, in fact, joking. He grumbled at her, “You think you’re so funny…”
“Oh I know I’m funny… I was serious about the picking up the birth control pills thing – think you can handle that?” she raised an eyebrow.
“I think I’ll manage,” he sighed. They walked a few more minutes in silence before Michael said pointedly, “So, uh, is your boyfriend gonna mind that I’m shopping with you?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” She answered automatically.
“Oh?”
“Yes, as it turns out, it’s difficult to find straight, eligible men in the theater business – go figure.”
“I’m a straight man,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but you’re not eligible,” she told him.
“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said quickly.
“Oh I know that,” she smiled. He gave her a confused look. “You’re not eligible because you don’t meet my standards.”
“Why? I’m male and breathing,” he returned.
Instead of responding to his shot at her, she simply shook her head. “See, you just answered your own question.”
Chapter 8
The following day, instead of rehearsals, Sydney, Michael and two of the other main characters went downtown to where their costumes were being made. While the chorus rehearsed, they had the pleasure of being measured, pinched and prodded with pins while the seamstresses tried to fit their costumes correctly. During the musical, Sydney was going to have three different outfits but only two wardrobe changes because one of the costumes was worn over the other (a leotard and tights). Michael would just be wearing one costume, which was actually two since he also put one on over the other.
Immediately inside the costume shop the men separated from the women to be fitted into their outfits. Sydney was being measured from head to toe when she heard a loud shout from the back room of the shop. The voice obviously belonged to Michael and she couldn’t stop herself from going over and investigating along with two of her musical costars. “What’s the matter?” she asked him.
He poked his head out from behind the curtain where he was changing. “I can’t wear this! I QUIT!”
“Michael don’t be dramatic; it can’t possibly be that bad,” Sydney told him.
“Oh it’s that bad,” he assured her. “It’s awful- wait, no what are you doing!? Get away! Stay back! I-” his voice cut off sharply when Sydney ripped open the curtain he was standing behind. She let out a shriek of laughter along with her two female costars at what they saw.
Michael was shirtless and, unfortunately, only wearing one item of clothing: pink tights. Luckily (for him anyway), his hands were covering a precious part of his anatomy, but it didn’t stop the girls from getting a general drift of his appearance. Within moments, Sydney was doubled over with her hands resting on her thighs as she laughed hysterically. A pink-faced Michael tried the best to hide himself, though pulling the curtain shut would have required using one or both of his hands, which definitely was not an option.
“Oh my god,” Sydney managed, tears streaming down her face. “That’s so awesome. Turn around and let us see the back!”
“NO!” Michael said firmly. “Jesus woman get a hold of yourself. You were a ballerina – haven’t you seen a man in tights before?!”
“Um, yes, yes I have,” she said, clearing her throat. “And it was funny then too. Besides,” she sighed, sauntering around to his other side as she looked him up and down, “this is much more interesting.”
“I’m sure,” he said, giving her an unappreciative look. “Would you kindly shut this curtain so I can take these off?”
“No,” she said, grinning. “You’re going to have to shut it yourself.”
Michael glared at her for a moment before attempting to shut the curtain with his elbow which, of course, didn’t work. “What’s the matter?” Sydney continued, grin never leaving her face, “Don’t you want us to see? Not very,” she cleared her throat, “well endowed are we?”
Grumbling, Michael sidled his way over to the edge of the curtain. In a quick movement, he turned around and shut the curtain with his hands, which, unfortunately, gave the girls a view of his backside. They howled with laughter as he muttered to himself and swore to drop them all down stage trap doors one by one.
After the amusement at Michael’s expense, Sydney returned to finish her costume fitting. When she was done, she collected her things and headed towards the exit only to be nearly knocked over by Michael, who was muttering to himself. “Excuse you,” she snapped when he trampled on her foot without acknowledgment.
“Oh… sorry…,” he sighed.
“Whats ‘amatta? Got your hose in a bunch?” she asked, amused.
“So funny,” he rolled his eyes at her. “No, I won’t be wearing tights thank you very much.”
“You didn’t actually quit, did you?” she asked, sounding concerned
“Why?” he raised an eyebrow at her tone. “You mean you don’t wanna get rid of me?”
“Well, you know,” she mumbled evasively as she looked down to her feet. “It’d be kinda hard to train someone else and we’re only like three weeks from opening night and…”
“Uh huh,” Michael grinned. “Well, I didn’t quit. I just managed to talk them into giving me leggings instead of tights – which are still bad, but not nearly as bad.”
“I’m sure,” Sydney told him. “But it’s a pity though – that we won’t get to see, um, you,” she cleared her throat, “in tights.”
“Want a private show?” he asked with a cheeky grin. She punched his arm and he winced as she pushed past him to walk out of the costume shop. “Hey wait up! Where are you going?”
“Um, I dunno… some errands, the subway… why?” she asked.
“Want company?” he offered. She gave him a suspicious look. He didn’t react for a moment, but then he sighed, his body slumping forward as he did so. “Okay, okay I don’t want to go back to my apartment and I’m bored.”
“What’s wrong with your apartment?”
“My roommate,” he growled. “He’s a filthy, jobless slob who hasn’t moved from the couch in about three months and is really starting to smell.”
Sydney grimaced. “Lovely.”
“So can I come?” he asked with a hopeful grin.
Sydney sighed as she looked at his expression. Running errands alone was no fun, but she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted Michael to be her accompaniment. “Fine,” she sighed, “as long as you carry all my bags.”
He rolled his eyes, but agreed to go along. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Well, first I’ve got to pick up my birth control pills, then I’ve got to buy some feminine products and oh! get a bikini wax. You should get one too you know, if you’re going to be in those tights,” she winked at him.
Michael stopped dead in his tracks. “Please, tell me you’re joking,” he croaked. The smile on her face made it clear that she was, in fact, joking. He grumbled at her, “You think you’re so funny…”
“Oh I know I’m funny… I was serious about the picking up the birth control pills thing – think you can handle that?” she raised an eyebrow.
“I think I’ll manage,” he sighed. They walked a few more minutes in silence before Michael said pointedly, “So, uh, is your boyfriend gonna mind that I’m shopping with you?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” She answered automatically.
“Oh?”
“Yes, as it turns out, it’s difficult to find straight, eligible men in the theater business – go figure.”
“I’m a straight man,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but you’re not eligible,” she told him.
“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said quickly.
“Oh I know that,” she smiled. He gave her a confused look. “You’re not eligible because you don’t meet my standards.”
“Why? I’m male and breathing,” he returned.
Instead of responding to his shot at her, she simply shook her head. “See, you just answered your own question.”
sparklingrainbow
Cadet
that was sooo funny!!! and i'm glad things are better between them...
Spydrummer06
Cadet
That was hilarious! That's great that they are getting along now.
Great update
Great update
derevkointraining
Cadet
aww. michael wants to be considered.
mightylittleone
Cadet
That was great! Poor Michael was in pink tights...is that why he doesn't meet Sydney's standards?
farliieansds225
Cadet
yay theyre startin to get along!!
awesome update
loved it
cant wait for more!
awesome update
loved it
cant wait for more!
We know that when she picks up the birth control pills, everyone's going to think Michael is her boyfriend. And, if Sydney has higher standards in a boyfriend than Michael can offer, then she's going to have a very long wait until she finds one.
However, secretly, we know Sydney probably likes what she saw standing in those tights. He was shirtless, and his attributes, even though covered up by pink tights, could still be appraised.
Chris
However, secretly, we know Sydney probably likes what she saw standing in those tights. He was shirtless, and his attributes, even though covered up by pink tights, could still be appraised.
Chris
fieldstation
Cadet
i'm glad they're not hating each other.
cookiemonster
Cadet
Is that Eric we're talking about?????????????
ew gross! 
:lol: pink tights and bikini waxing... it's getting better with each update! Janet's turning into a comedian here
:lol: ^_^ love it!
We know that when she picks up the birth control pills, everyone's going to think Michael is her boyfriend. And, if Sydney has higher standards in a boyfriend than Michael can offer, then she's going to have a very long wait until she finds one.
However, secretly, we know Sydney probably likes what she saw standing in those tights. He was shirtless, and his attributes, even though covered up by pink tights, could still be appraised.
Chris
Chris is right... Syd definitely doesn't put her hopes up too high when it comes to men.
Syd4Vaughn
Cadet
Michael in tights :sideroll:
Yay they seem to be getting along much better ^_^
Yay they seem to be getting along much better ^_^
catfishally
Cadet
LOVE IT!
The banter is fantastic!
The banter is fantastic!
vaughn4eva24
Cadet
classic
loved that part
sydneymicheal
Cadet
Something interesting is going to happen on their shopping excursion...
Can't wait for more.
Can't wait for more.
Michael_Vartan_Rocks
Cadet
awwwww they so love each other
they so love each other gtwallichs
Cadet
That was just too funny!
xMountineer02300844x
Cadet
Good update. Sydney is blind, he totally meets her standards. I love how they're becoming friends.
-erin
-erin
mbellsdiva
Cadet
Sydney, use your eyes. SHIRTLESS VAUGHN! Look at the uncovered part of his anatomy. I agree that pink tights are funny, but the rest is yummy.
I agree that male ballet dancers are funny looking in their tights. I wish they could come up with something better.
That sounds suspiciously like Eric.
How did he answer his own question? And what kind of standards does she have. Michael is a find specimin of a straight, eligible man in the theater business. I don't think she will ever be able to find someone to fit her high standards. That "man" does not exist. Michael is the closest she will get.
