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[GreyZone]

Karenina smiled faintly at him. "I can hardly call it a shame when I won't have to be in the ensemble anymore. Speaking of, I should probably start practicing stifling my accent again. When you were in the show, did your Christine use an English or an American one? I've heard both and I'm not quite positive which I should choose. Neither are very good anyway."


"The world unknown?" She laughed at that. "I'm afraid that I'm going to be in the city that never sleeps until I'm old and gray. I love it too much to live anywhere else. Are you always in LA or are you ever around the east coast?"

 

[Syrrus]

"The book was written by Gaston Leroux, a Frenchman. So I would assume her accent to be French, or English - not American." Tristan scratched the back of his head in thought. "My Christine used a English accent." He felt rather strange, speaking of a job he had done so many years ago. He was rather uncomfortable with it, manly because of how distant it felt.


"I go wherever I need to be for my film, though my house is in LA. I want to go back to London, but it is difficult to get somewhere once you are known on the big screen."

 

[GreyZone]

"Yes, I have read the book," she replied, as if it was a given. "In Russian, naturally, but I read it. I read Les Mis as well, even though I was only in the ensemble. I have heard all sorts of accents from the various Christine's I have either seen or watched from behind. I also considered the fact that she was supposedly Swedish--they say her father is a Swedish violinist, after all--so would her accent even be French or English? Or should I just go Emmy Rossum and do the lazy American one? Does anyone even care?"


She nodded at that, because it was true. "I don't know if I could ever do movies like you do. I'm sure that it's a beautiful craft, but it feels so...impersonal. I love being able to watch my audience, to live and breathe and die with my cast for years of our lives. We'll have to see where life carries me."

 

[Syrrus]

"Depends on where you are doing it, I suppose." Tristan shrugged. He was not certain what to say, mainly because he was not one to give tips and ideas - because he usually never had much trouble. He was always given a character and instantly picked it up. When reading the script he often knew exactly how to be and how to say his lines, except when the script was poorly written, and then he usually went with what felt right. "you could always watch the classic, or look up the most famous of the actresses who had the same part, see how they dealt with it."


"I can relate to that, though at the same time, to be able to do what I love and have the whole world watching - It's like having the largest stage known to man, and nothing is a limitation in the movies. I can be anything I want, even a cartoon character." he chuckled, as he picked up his jacket from the backstage and walked towards the cab.

 

[GreyZone]

"I'm sure I will go with whatever comes out of Christine's mouth when I'm her," she replied with a faint chuckle. "Most likely English, but it's up to Christine. My mode of getting into character is rather interesting and I pray for anyone who has to try to talk to Karenina an hour before she is supposed to be someone else."


"True, true..." She followed him out of the building. "I just love the magic of live theatre. When I'm out of my prime as a dancer I have no idea what I'll do with myself.@

 

[Syrrus]

"I cannot dance to save my life." Tristan said, quickly and with a nonchalant shrug. It was true, last time he had attempted to dance, he had not only stepped on the poor girls foot but also broken his own ankle. He would never dance again.


"So, thai, sushi or... pizza?" He grinned towards her as he opened the door to the cap, waving at a group of girl down the street.

 

[GreyZone]

"Is that so?" Karenina smiled at that and looked toward her pointe shoes in her bag. "I have been dancing since my second birthday, but only formal styles. I once went to a club and I couldn't even function because I have no idea how to dance like a normal person. It's good for auditions, though. I don't spend much of my time doing anything else. Did you know that pointe shoes are designed for only eight hours of use? That's why I have to get a new pair each show because I rehearse every day. Discount Dance Supply loves me."


She hardly thought before answering, "Sushi. If that's alright with you."

 

[Syrrus]

"Ah, good. I was hoping for something eastern. It's far too hot for anything else, really." He gave her a pleasant smile. He pondered over what she had said about her shoes, wondering if there perhaps was and easier way to deal with the problem, though since he could not come up with one he merely shrugged and chuckled lightly. "It's good for business I suppose, do not ask me about dancing like a 'normal' person, I was born with two left feet--- After you." He opened the door to the cap, and gestured kindly fro her to enter.

 

[GreyZone]

She lowered herself gracefully into the cab, happy that he agreed with her suggestion of sushi. "Perhaps sometime we will just have to awkwardly dance on our own. I cannot imagine that you could have pulled off such a character as the phantom if you have no poise and grace. But then again, what do I know of any of it."


As they drove, she took out her phone and quickly began replying to some emails. "I'm sorry, I'm terribly rude, but I really don't have time to be chivalrous with my technology tonight. I have to catch a flight soon enough for my call time in New York at three, since I need to be fitted for wigs and whatnot. They truly are a living nightmare. you know."