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"un poco todos los días con alguien nuevo" Freddie Cordero. 34. Reencarnación

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Task 6: Halloween Costume

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley (ft. Brody O’Shea)

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Bevan laughed nervously, “No, no. I adore your work." He shook his head, perhaps a little too dramatically, "No, I am not an actor. I am coming to you as a fan only.” The last thing Bevan wanted was for Freddie to think he was trying to get into one of his plays. "I happened to see two of your plays while I was visiting Los Angeles before. I was a bit younger, though.“ Bevan smile softly, "Well, I cannot make promises,” quietly, “but I could probably get you two a front row seat.”

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“Well thank you for that,” Freddie smiled kindly at the young man. Even this long into his career, Freddie always felt somewhat awkward when people complimented his work but he did his best to hide that and only show his humility and thanks. That usually worked out better than trying to shy away from the praise, “If you ever find your way down to LA again, maybe I’ll have a new show for you to see,” He grinned and nodded as he pat Bevan on the shoulder, “You’d be the best if you could make that happen. Either way, we’d go but who doesn’t love a front row seat?”

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“I have never met him personally, but I do know who he is.” Bevan bit down on his lip, almost apologetically, “and I know who you are, if I am being most honest." He held his tongue, waiting to see how the truth went over with Freddie before deciding if he could reveal more. "There is no turning back once you have shaved your legs. I am like a Barbie doll almost every day of my life.” Being a drag queen was more than just shaving your legs, but Bevan was trying to downplay his involvement in the profession. He had respect for other queens. He just didn’t know if he deserved the same amount. “Would you consider having a date night at the club with your Brody?“

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Freddie let out a dry laugh and nodded. So his guess wasn’t wrong after all. “Well, I hope you enjoy my work rather than, you know, the alternative,” he said with a smile, “I’m assuming your an actor of some sorts?” Freddie laughed though he winced in sympathy pain once he thought through Bevan’s comment. That was the other reason he would probably never do drag. “Maybe. It’s been a long time since we’ve gone out like that for a night,” Perhaps Brody would find it exciting.

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“So you do not have a boyfriend?” Bevan asked, his eyebrow lifted in a suggestive way. All the while he was still acting as if he had no idea who the man before him was. He kept up with the facade because, well, he was afraid that he would scare Freddie away. “Yes! I would not wear girl clothes without being paid for it,” he laughed, perhaps a little harder than what was deserved, “that was a joke, although the clothes I wear aren’t always comfortable because there is a lot of cinching involved." Bevan nodded his head yes, "It’s called Scoobies, and it’s also a gentleman’s club.”

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Did this man know him or not? Something in the way he looked at Freddie reminded him of actors he had worked with in LA but, at the same time, he didn’t seem too knowledgable. There was no real reason for him to act coy, they were in Norbury, Oregon for God’s sake. “Yes, I do,” Freddie began, “He teaches improv around town. Brody O’Shea?” He shook his head somberly, “I have a lot of respect for queens. I could never, ever begin to think of doing all the work you do,” Gentleman’s Club. That’s probably why he had never gone. “I’m guessing it’s an interesting place,”

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Home Is || Brody&Freddie

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Brody’s heart was beating out of his chest, and he was still a little on edge. It was only when he started coming off of his adrenaline, when he heard that unmistakable accent, when he registered those big, beautiful, brown eyes. Freddie. Freddie was here. Elation overcame him, and the man launched himself at the older man, a tangle of lanky limbs and clumsiness, but he didn’t care. He had to get to his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. He had missed him, this. He hated the visits to LA, everything always felt just slightly off.

“Freddie!” He all but sighed as he inhaled the man’s scent, just holding onto him for a moment before he heard the man’s words. “Maybe.” He mumbled into Freddie’s hair, pressing a kiss into it, “but it wasn’t my fault. Lucy was insistent.” He joked, chuckling, kissing his head again, feeling so content, unlike the moments before.

After a couple of moments a realization dawned on him: Freddie wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow.  He pulled away just slightly to look at his boyfriend. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

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He should have been prepared but he wasn’t. The full force of Brody’s ecstatic embrace made Freddie teeter back with a soft, “whoa,” He held onto his partner, more out of necessity for support than anything else but once he was balanced, Freddie properly returned the hug.

Brody was home. His voice, so full of relief, his warmth and his presence made Freddie instantly relax. He laughed at his silly joke but he couldn’t help it. Everything about Brody was so infectious that just being in the room with him for what couldn’t be more than a minute had Fredde grinning from ear to ear. No matter what he thought about sleepy, little Norbury he knew he was home in this very instant.

“No, I wasn’t,” Freddie tilted his head back so he could see Brody as they spoke, “But they didn’t need me anymore so I decided to come home and surprise you but,” his features dropped to a more dull and skeptical look, “Somebody didn’t take it the way he was supposed to,”

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“At least an imaginary girlfriend wouldn’t demand much of me, or at an imaginary boyfriend for that matter.” He couldn’t help but smirk at Freddie’s response, “It doesn’t surprise me that you’ve never had to make up a boyfriend." Bevan was trying hard to play it cool, to act as if he had no idea who Freddie was, but he wasn’t doing a very good job. The least he could do was avoid bringing up Brody O’Shea, even though he totally believed that they were an “IT” couple. “I might show up in drag and then they will not even ask questions. They will understand I am a fool and leave me be.”

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Freddie furrowed his brows. It was a slightly odd compliment but he didn’t pay it any more mind. “Oh, definitely not. Real boyfriends are,” he jokingly rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, “Or so I hear. I would never know what that’s like,” Freddie chuckled to himself once more. He could practically hear Brody going on about how he was the greatest good in Freddie’s life. “You do drag?” his interested perked up, it had been years since he had been to a drag show, “I’ve heard there’s a drag club in town but, sadly, I haven’t been,”

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Of all the people in town, he couldn’t believe that Freddie Cordero had heard his embarrassing story. Not only had he heard it, but he was actually laughing at it. Bevan’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, “It was quick, I couldn’t do anything to stop the lie.” Shaking his head, “He looked at me so weird, too. I don’t know if he didn’t believe me, or if he was annoyed that I had supposedly lied.” Bevan assumed the former, but he couldn’t be sure. “By the time I realized what I had done, he was already out of my apartment and I thought it would be over, but then I woke up to a notice on my door. I am almost tempted to keep up the lie. Imaginary girlfriends make good company, don’t they?” 

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“Imaginary girlfriends make good company,” Freddie continued to chuckle to himself. What a script that play could be. “I wouldn’t know. I never even ventured down the path of imaginary boyfriends when I was young but there’s a first time for everyone I guess,” He sighed heavily, grinning from ear to ear once he had stopped laughing. “Best of luck when you have to go in and explain yourself,”

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“Oh, my god. My apartment complex was doing a maintenance check up, or however it is called. It’s when they come in and they look at your apartment, make sure it is all well. Anyway, they go into my closet and they see my girl clothes, you know, for my job, and they ask me, ‘Do you have a girlfriend living with you?’ I know they asked me because I do not have anyone registered, but for some reason, I say yes? I do not even know why I said yes. Now they think I have a girlfriend, and they want me to have her fill out an application or else I will get dinged for lying to them. Now I have to go tell them that I live alone.”

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Freddie tried his hardest. He really, really did. He didn’t want to laugh but the situation was so absurd that he just had to. “And you didn’t think it’d just be easier to explain your job? Sure, it isn’t a regular 9 to 5 but still! It would have been a lot easier to tell them the truth, don’t you think?”

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Task 5: Aesthetic

“Good things do not come easy. The road is lined with pitfalls,”

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Home Is || Brody&Freddie

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It was late, Brody wasn’t sure how. Easily past nine, even ten o’clock. He had stopped paying attention after he got done doing the yard work for the elderly widow in a different part of town. He had been exhausted when he was home, completely ready to veg. Freddie still wasn’t home yet, wouldn’t be until the next morning, so he ordered some food and plopped onto the couch with Lucy and had stayed there practically the entire night, eating dinner and enjoying his dog, trying not to think of the empty space that was usually filled right next to him. That was his favorite part of the temp jobs - how easy it was to not think.

A couple hours ago (he thought), a twenty-four hour mystery marathon came on, full of murder and abuse and crime. Brody didn’t know why, but he loved mysteries and scary things like that. They freaked the crap out of him, but it was a good kind of freak out, he was pretty sure. Besides, with Lucy at his side, he was fine. So it had gotten dark since the sun went down, and he hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. It added to the atmosphere, although admittedly, it did set him even more on edge.

His heart leaped into his throat when he thought he heard the door unlock. He listened for a couple more seconds, but didn’t seem to hear any more noise coming, so he figured he was just imagining it, freaking himself out because of the stories on screen. Still, even as he turned back to the television, he couldn’t help thinking that he wasn’t alone. His heart hammered a little more, and he was almost afraid to look, despite how ridiculous that was. He took a deep breath before glancing over his shoulder, seeing a shadowy figure of a man. His eyes widened, his heart squeezed in his chest, his adrenaline going a million miles per hour.

“Ahhh!” He yelled, falling back a little on the couch, Lucy stirring only slightly, trying to figure out what all the fuss was about.

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A scream. The first thing that happened when he opened the door was a scream followed by one of his own. Once his heart rate slowed and Freddie could assess the situation he found no real cause for alarm. In the living room was just his boyfriend and their sleepy puppy.

“Brody,” his accent came out stronger, as it usually did when he was stressed or upset, “What are you screaming about?!” Freddie slammed the door behind him, his pulse still pounding in his ears. The living room seemed fine, other than the Brody sized tangle of limbs and blankets on the couch. Freddie’s eyes kept scanning until he finally found the piece that put the clues together.

“You were watching more Dateline, weren’t you?” he asked dully. This was a typical thing. Brody would binge on late night television if he couldn’t get a hold of Freddie till he was too scared to sleep. He was like some preteen child at their one man slumber party.

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Greg pulled back a smidgen, realizing that he didn’t  know where his angst had come from, “I’m sorry,” His outburst registered a two on a scale between one and ten and yet he still felt as though the man deserved an apology, “I’m not sure why I got so flustered over it. I mean, it’s annoying and it’s messed up, but I didn’t mean to get so huffy.” Sighing,  “My dad used to be in politics.”

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“No need to apologize,” Freddie smiled at the boy, “You should follow in your dad’s footsteps. You sound like a natural,”

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“Is there anything where there is no lead at all. it’s an ensemble where everyone gets the same screen time roughly?”

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“Probably..I guess Chorus Line but even then there’s that one dancer who dated the choreographer. That’s always stuck out to me,”

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Home Is || Brody&Freddie

A week. Well, a week and a half. It had been a harder work week than Freddie had in the past few months but with rehearsals growing longer and the premier date coming closer, the final scenes needed to be hammered out. The hours at his laptop may have been long but it was all paying off. The set was impeccable, the cast was stellar, and the script was situated enough for Freddie to return home.

His flight had been scheduled for the next day but, upon making a curious call, he discovered that he could change for an earlier flight for a fairly minuscule fee. Typically, Freddie craved the city. The endless stream of life, the quick yet steady heartbeat that pulsed through the streets. Walking with the other hundreds of people moving down the streets made Freddie feel like he was a part of something far bigger and it was that feeling that made him feel most complete.

And yet, he could feel a tug. It was more than the usual guilt that clung to his spirit whenever he was in LA. A part of him was begging to return to Norbury, much to his surprise. So he did. He took the earliest flight he could. It was quick flight, about an hour or so, and with a short shuttle ride he was home. It was past two in the morning but he was home.

All the lights were off which didn’t surprise Freddie too much. Brody was probably fast asleep with Lucy curled up right next to him. The thought made Freddie smile but also yearn for that same rest. He unlocked the door and eased it open as carefully as possible, easing his way into his home.

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“I guess they expect that your pet is going to cause more damage than you are. It kind of makes sense if you look at it that way, but it’s still not really fair.” Greg huffed, “What about people who have dogs for therapy reasons? I don’t know. People can be really selfish sometimes.”

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“You’re absolutely right. It isn’t right to punish people who have serious needs like that,” Freddie snorted at his comment, “They can be that and a whole handful of other crap,”

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“What if there are no leads though? Like it’s entirely an ensemble piece”

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“Even in ensemble pieces, a de-facto lead appears just to strengthen the narrative. But, in a purely ensemble piece, then the same rules apply and then it’s all good I guess,”

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“I guess taking her with you would be kind of defeating the purpose of keeping her for your boyfriend,” Greg responded, a small smile appearing on his face, “And if they do allow them, sometimes they make you pay extra. I know that’s why we didn’t bring our dog on a vacation once. They wanted to charge us more for the dog than for one person. It’s honestly just robbery.“

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“Are you serious?” Freddie frowned, “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. What kind of sense does that make?” He shook his head, “I adore Lucy but no, that won’t be happening for sure now,”

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Simon furrowed his brows as he tried to listen to what Freddie was saying, but he had to admit it was a little lost on him. “So basically it has to be main or supporting characters not side ones?”

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“In my opinion, yes. Why half ass something if you can do it properly? It’s worth the extra effort, right?”