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UN: Siân
Red, 1
P1: Toussaint Léo de Gasbien (30)
P2: Jean-Benoit Pascal Souliere (27)
AD: Sofia Leelo Souliere (5)
Red, 1
The same day the Count of Monte Cristo musical opened was the same day the agency called Toussaint with the news. Between press and making last-minute preparations for their new addition, Jean-Benoit hardly had to time to breathe and both mens' heads were all a blur.
Her name was Sofia and she was five years old and from Estonia.
"We'll give her your last name. Mine is ridiculous," Toussaint suggested one evening. "Sofia Souliere has a nice ring to it anyway."
Jean-Benoit wasn't listening and Toussaint had to snap his fingers in front of the other's face for a second to get his attention.
"Do you think they'll be angry if I take a two week leave of absence the first month the show runs?" he asked before Toussaint could inquire where his mind was. "I mean, we've workshopped this thing and have done rehersal after rehersal and then it finally gets here and I take off to Estonia. Just worried it will be bad for press and the show."
"I think they'll understand, Jean-Benoit. The whole theatre knows we've been waiting for this." Toussaint was always the voice of reason between them. Jean-Benoit operated primarily on full-speed emotion (which worked well for theatre, but made the rest of his life a bit crazy).
Meeting Sofia was magical. She met them holding a drawing that she had made of the three of them in New York. It had tall buildings and three people standing beside the buildings and smiling. Toussaint and Jean-Benoit agreed it was the best family portrait they had ever been a part of.
Jean-Benoit and Toussaint didn't speak Estonian and Sofia didn't speak French, but collectively, they all spoke English quite fluently and conversed without a problem. The time in Estonia flew by and within no time, they were on a flight back home to New York City, Sofia sleeping against Toussaint and Toussaint trying not to melt from how wonderful and surreal it all felt. Jean-Benoit had that picture emailed and texted to everyone they knew before the plane ever landed.
The surreal feeling quickly wore off though as work demands weighed Jean-Benoit down the day after he returned. The Count of Monte Cristo musical was tanking. And even his return to the role couldn't save it. Reviews said the music and the rest of the script were diconnected and the music failed to capture the spirit of the book. The only thing going for it was his name attached to it and taking his leave to go and bring back Sofia had been the final blow to the production. It lasted only three months before closing and Jean-Benoit found himself feeling increasly insecure about his future. He knew he was good at what he did, but the failure was something he was unaccustmed to and did sit well with him.
"Are you sad?" Sofia asked one morning as she walked into the breakfast room where Jean-Benoit was reading. She had her little arms full of one of their toy greyhounds and the dog had settled easily enough with his head on her shoulder, looking back where they'd come from.
He almost told her he wasn't sad, but he figured she wouldn't feel comfortable if she thought he may be lying to her so he settled for, "A little bit."
"Want to play with Erik?" she asked. She held out the dog and then placed him in Jean-Benoit's lap.
The puppy looked up at him with its little half-black and half-white face and Jean-Benoit saw the benefits of not having a show to worry about at the moment. He smiled at Sofia and said, "You know what? I'm free today so why don't we take the dogs to the park?"
He'd get back on the stage a little later. He had some other things he had to attend to first.
Sofia
Erik the Dog (Erik is named after The Phantom of the Opera. Looks like this, but smaller.)
There really is a Count of Monte Cristo musical. Despites years of efforts and the music being in English, it has never been performed in an English speaking country (much to my dismay).
For the next round: Orchid, Triangle.
Red, 1
P1: Toussaint Léo de Gasbien (30)
P2: Jean-Benoit Pascal Souliere (27)
AD: Sofia Leelo Souliere (5)
Red, 1
The same day the Count of Monte Cristo musical opened was the same day the agency called Toussaint with the news. Between press and making last-minute preparations for their new addition, Jean-Benoit hardly had to time to breathe and both mens' heads were all a blur.
Her name was Sofia and she was five years old and from Estonia.
"We'll give her your last name. Mine is ridiculous," Toussaint suggested one evening. "Sofia Souliere has a nice ring to it anyway."
Jean-Benoit wasn't listening and Toussaint had to snap his fingers in front of the other's face for a second to get his attention.
"Do you think they'll be angry if I take a two week leave of absence the first month the show runs?" he asked before Toussaint could inquire where his mind was. "I mean, we've workshopped this thing and have done rehersal after rehersal and then it finally gets here and I take off to Estonia. Just worried it will be bad for press and the show."
"I think they'll understand, Jean-Benoit. The whole theatre knows we've been waiting for this." Toussaint was always the voice of reason between them. Jean-Benoit operated primarily on full-speed emotion (which worked well for theatre, but made the rest of his life a bit crazy).
Meeting Sofia was magical. She met them holding a drawing that she had made of the three of them in New York. It had tall buildings and three people standing beside the buildings and smiling. Toussaint and Jean-Benoit agreed it was the best family portrait they had ever been a part of.
Jean-Benoit and Toussaint didn't speak Estonian and Sofia didn't speak French, but collectively, they all spoke English quite fluently and conversed without a problem. The time in Estonia flew by and within no time, they were on a flight back home to New York City, Sofia sleeping against Toussaint and Toussaint trying not to melt from how wonderful and surreal it all felt. Jean-Benoit had that picture emailed and texted to everyone they knew before the plane ever landed.
The surreal feeling quickly wore off though as work demands weighed Jean-Benoit down the day after he returned. The Count of Monte Cristo musical was tanking. And even his return to the role couldn't save it. Reviews said the music and the rest of the script were diconnected and the music failed to capture the spirit of the book. The only thing going for it was his name attached to it and taking his leave to go and bring back Sofia had been the final blow to the production. It lasted only three months before closing and Jean-Benoit found himself feeling increasly insecure about his future. He knew he was good at what he did, but the failure was something he was unaccustmed to and did sit well with him.
"Are you sad?" Sofia asked one morning as she walked into the breakfast room where Jean-Benoit was reading. She had her little arms full of one of their toy greyhounds and the dog had settled easily enough with his head on her shoulder, looking back where they'd come from.
He almost told her he wasn't sad, but he figured she wouldn't feel comfortable if she thought he may be lying to her so he settled for, "A little bit."
"Want to play with Erik?" she asked. She held out the dog and then placed him in Jean-Benoit's lap.
The puppy looked up at him with its little half-black and half-white face and Jean-Benoit saw the benefits of not having a show to worry about at the moment. He smiled at Sofia and said, "You know what? I'm free today so why don't we take the dogs to the park?"
He'd get back on the stage a little later. He had some other things he had to attend to first.
Sofia
Erik the Dog (Erik is named after The Phantom of the Opera. Looks like this, but smaller.)
There really is a Count of Monte Cristo musical. Despites years of efforts and the music being in English, it has never been performed in an English speaking country (much to my dismay).
For the next round: Orchid, Triangle.
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