NOW @NERVECHECK.

ind.  dina  of    the  band's  visit.     by  kitty.     est.  july 25th,  2018.

[nervecheckarch]

    𝘐 𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗 𝘋𝘐𝘎𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘠𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘗𝘌𝘙, 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 ‘𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘐 𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘙𝘌.

                                                 ESTABLISHED NOV. 2019.

[honeyear-blog]

hello hi hello !      i will likely be moving dina over to my  MUTLIMUSE   blog as a primary / secondary muse because i find it easier to manage three blogs rather than four !     if you would like to continue a thread from this blog over there, please let me know !

[misslaurey]

my favorite tiny details in tbv:

the newspaper wedged behind the strings of the cello during soraya and haj-butrus because the onstage cellist reads it in the background when the band is off-scene

whenever dina turns the light on or off in her apartment, the light behind the window on the building facade in the background also turns on or off

the sound of birds chirping in the morning during the last scene

dina’s sandals, which she takes off before “it is what it is”, stay onstage throughout the dinner + “the beat of your heart” scene until she comes out and puts it back on before the restaurant + “omar sharif” scene

camal being the only character besides telephone guy who reacts to the phone ringing during “answer me”

[augustds]

more details

when dina sings “sailing in on radio waves” a blue light comes on underneath her arm 

similarly, when she says “this is the grass” the light turns slightly green for a second

the ticket girl giving the person in front of Haled a map and pointing where he should go

anna saying in hebrew “i didn’t know papi had friends” before soraya

when the family/band starts banging on the table in the beat of your heart, iris holds the cups to keep them from shaking

also the framed photo of avrum on their wall LOL

the sound of the desert constantly playing in the show and the projections of sand being blown away moving against the set

is anyone gonna talk about zelger smoking pot or do we completely ignore that?????? 

tewfiq grabbing his hat to go multiple times during sammy and dina’s convo

during papi hears the ocean, anna and zelger are about to make out when julia third wheels them so anna tells her to go to papi

the lady with the oxygen tank walking across stage in waiting, who is she? i wanna know

[liyaezhova]

even more details

you know how dina has that dishtowel that she tucks into her jeans? well papi also has one that he tucks into his jeans in the exact same way

if you look through the door/opening in dina’s apartment, you can see the personal touches in her hallway like a van gogh print and some things that i still can’t tell if they’re jewellery or art pieces but they’re beautiful 

camal’s look of surprise when avrum says that he used to play the violin

sam sadigursky playing flute on the roof of one of the buildings during the park scene makes me so emotional every time and idk why

dina dancing with papi at the end of welcome to nowhere and playfully swinging her purse at him the next morning (i stand by that text post that said she’s his mother figure)

there’s this super quick projection of simon that appears behind him while he plays his concerto in front of the café almost like the ghost of the man he used to be when he first composed it

when dina calls to sammy in the restaurant, he tells his wife that it’s probably something to do with the inventory and during waiting, we see him carrying a big crate of inventory to the café

zelger complimenting anna on her skating and anna shouting “queen!” as julia skates by

that moment in itgara’a when dina puts her arms down and just lets herself be absorbed in tewfiq’s singing

sometimes the watermelon splashback from katrina’s chops hits her straight in the face LOL

itzik and simon waving goodbye to one another when the band leaves like that’s so precious how is that allowed??

[honeyear-blog]

FREDERICK.

there is not a lot he could say      ,      always one to spare himself from a declaration of feelings or     ,     even worse     ,      comprising himself through doing just that .  it takes a lot of work to undo these parts himself    ,    to be less brittle    /    less the ice-like person he turned into with the changing of days and the turning of years    ;    but for the first time it might be worthwhile     ,     might prove itself a worthy cause .  an undoing by her hands seems dangerous nearly    ,    someone just as sharp and hidden away as he is     ,     and yet does she find her freedom easier than he does    ,      always a bare foot already in the sand while he remained firmly with his soles on concrete .   some people would say that they deserve each other     ,     such unkind persons they are     ,     and he might agree with them would he have not seen all the heart underneath dina’s tough exterior    ,     all the nostalgia and longing wrapped into her keen eyes and the mesmerizing flow of her movements      :     testaments to all the depth stored inside her .  and with it she moved something in him too     ,     unhinging him to a point of no return    ,    where all he could do is allow her access .   she is the only one who gets close    ,     got close    ,     and it is why bluntness comes easy with them too     ,     and without any fear of repercussion.

“i have never asked you this before ,”   he says into a quiet evening     ,      the sun already set beneath the horizon line and a low hum in the shared presence between the two of them and the moon    (     he always preferred nighttime to any other time of day  )  .  head tilts in a sliver of portrayed emotion    ,    inquiry more than anything else    ,   and gray gaze tips a little as well   ,   focusing on her .  “what did you think when we met again    ,    after you knew it was me?” 

           she  sucks  carelessly  on  a                    watermelon  seed;   the  discarded  skin  of  the  fruit  on  the  table  beside  her  a  testament  to  how  relaxed  she  is.   normally,  dina  is  alone  when  she  takes  to  her  porch.   she  cuts  herself  two  slices  of  watermelon,  lets  down  her  hair,  and  sits  by  herself  until  the  sun  disappears   -   and  then  she  moves  to  the  couch.   tonight,  however,  she  has  cut  four  slices  of  watermelon.   tonight,  she  is  with  him,  as  well  as  the  moon.   whether  he  eats  or  not  is  of  no  concern  to  her.   for  the  moment  present,  she  has  no  concerns  at  all.   the  moonlight  has  awakened  something  gentle  in  her   -   something  dreamy  that  she  rarely  lets  others  see.   it  has  to  be  tapped  into,  but  it  appears  as  though  frederick  has  come  to  her  home  prepared  to  dig.  once  provoked,  haze  soaked  answers  will  pour  fourth  from  her  like  honey  from  a  hive.   slowly,  but  sweetly. 

         her  head  turns  towards  him                     only  slightly.   her  eyes  bare  all  the  weight  of  the  question  asked,  but  they  don’t  dare  waver  under  the  pressure.   instead,   they  stay  half  lidded,  tiredly  gazing  at  frederick  as  if  to  recognize  him  all  over  again.     “ i  felt  like  the  universe   ...   like  it prank  me. “    her  voice  is  as  sharp  as  her  honesty,  and  dina  runs  a  slow  hand  through  her  curls.   the  way  the  porch  slowly  becomes  a  garden  around  them  reminds  her  that  she  has  made  these  mistakes  before.   she  has  given  too  much  of  herself  not  to  strange,  temporary  men   -   but  to  the  dreams  that  make  them  so  attractive.   it  is  only  when  she  goes  to  speak  again  that  she  realizes  her  gaze  has  fallen  away  from  him.   she  lifts  it  haphazardly,  along  with  the  corner  of  her  mouth.  she  stares  at  him  as  if  he  is  in  black  and  white,  and  she,  in  a  trance.   “ but  it  is  like  a  movie,  yes  ?    a  man  find  a  woman  again  after  so  long.   that  does  not  happen  in  this  life. “

[jessicakeenanwynn]

Who is this man, right here beside me?

[honeyear-blog]

slams my fist on the table.    give dina female muses to interact with

[honeyear-blog]

THIS IS HOW IT’S ALWAYS BEEN.    :    ACCEPTING.    :    @revivescos

         every  sense  is  trained  on                    him.   her  eyes,  of  course,  gaze  at  him  hazily   -   but  she  is  aware  of  him  in  every  way  there  is  to  be  aware  of  a  person.   his  weariness  tastes  sour,  his  exhaustion  heavy  upon  her  palms,  but  dina  continues  to  take  him  in;  through  her  nose,  out  her  mouth.   there  are  things  she  never  imagined  saying  to  another  person  sitting  right  on  the   TIP   of  her  tongue.   sweet  everythings  tantalize  her  tastebuds,  daring  her  to  indulge  and  leap  forward  at  yet  another  man.   when  dina  drinks  him  like  this,  she  is  almost  trying  to  discern  him  from  the  likes  of  gidon;  from  the  likes  of  sammy;  from  the  likes  of  tewfiq;   and  so  on  and  so  forth.   none  of  them  have  considered  her  so  deeply  as  he   -   and  now  frederick  is  asking  of  her  the  same  courtesy.    is  this  a  hymn  ?   a  love  song  ?

         ‘  i  see  ...  tired  eyes .  ’                     she  begins  thoughtfully.   it  is  not  a  critique,  but  a  concern,  as  dina  herself  is  no  stranger  to  settling  hours  after  the  sun.   no  amount  of  circadian  instinct  can  break  the  cycle  of  someone  so   stubborn.    still,  he  is  the  type  of  tired  that  makes  her  want  to  rock  him  to  rest.   his  melancholy  calls  out  to  her  in  a  way  that  makes  her   ACHE,   a  way  that  evokes  the  desperation  in  her  brewing  just  beneath  her  breast.   it’s  the  same  emptiness  that  called  out  to  tewfiq;   the  very  one  he  failed  to  respond  to  in  a  way  she  could  understand.   but  frederick  ...   who  is  this  man  ?     “  you  are  right  here  beside  me  but   -   still  so  hard  to  see.   sit  in  the  moonlight,  motek.   i  want  to  see  if  i  could  ...  fall  in  love  with  a  man  like  you.  “

[andhungry]

hadestown lyric sentence starters.

❝  flood will get you if the fire don’t.  ❞

❝  there ain’t a thing that you can do.  ❞

❝  it’s an old song.  ❞

❝  i’m the man who’s gonna marry you.  ❞

❝  i also play the lyre.  ❞

❝  i’ve met too many men like you.  ❞

❝  see the world? i’ll make it beautiful for you.  ❞

❝  are you always this confident?  ❞

❝  when you look at me, what do you see?  ❞

❝  lover tell me, if you can, who’s gonna buy the wedding bands?  ❞

❝  the sun is hot, so am i.  ❞

❝  i’m as free as a honeybee.  ❞

❝  what we have, we have to share.  ❞

❝  i’ll give you a song for free, ‘cuz that’s how life oughta be.  ❞

❝  he could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.  ❞

❝  i was alone so long i didn’t even know that i was lonely.  ❞

❝  this is how it’s always been.  ❞

❝  all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own.  ❞

❝  i wanna hold you.  ❞

❝  takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime.  ❞

❝  everybody’s hungry, everybody’s tired.  ❞

❝  kinda makes you wonder how it feels.  ❞

❝  if you wanna keep your head, you gotta keep your head low.  ❞

❝  in the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here?  ❞

❝  it ain’t right and it ain’t natural.  ❞

❝  i recall there was a time we were happy, you and i.  ❞

❝  everything i do, i do it for the love of you.  ❞

❝  if you don’t even want my love, i’ll give it to someone who does.  ❞

❝  hey, little songbird, gimme a song.  ❞

❝  i wanna lie down forever.  ❞

❝  weren’t we birds of a feather?  ❞

❝  help yourself, to hell with the rest. even the one who loves you best.  ❞

❝  ain’t nobody but yourself to trust.  ❞

❝  aim for the heart, shoot to kill. if you don’t do it then the other one will.  ❞

❝  cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back.  ❞

❝  wouldn’t you have done the same?  ❞

❝  wait for me, i’m coming with you.  ❞

❝  when’s the last time you saw the sky?  ❞

❝  wipe away your tears.  ❞

❝  you sell your soul, you get your due.  ❞

❝  but don’t you see? it’s different with me.  ❞

❝  there must be some mistake!  ❞

❝  it was a mistake, alright. and now you gotta pay for it, for the rest of your life.  ❞

❝  a lot can happen behind closed doors.  ❞

❝  is anybody listening?  ❞

❝  nothing can wake me now.  ❞

❝  why are you getting on your knees?  ❞

❝  i’m asking you to marry me. marry me, say ‘i do’. i came all this way to ask you to.  ❞

❝  the two of us, you and me. that’s how it would have been, if the world was different.  ❞

❝  it ain’t no use; you’re bound to lose.  ❞

❝  is it true what they say?  ❞

❝  how long have we been married?  ❞

❝  i don’t mind if you look at other girls now and then.  ❞

❝  how does the sun even fit in the sky?  ❞

❝  love is not a gilded cage.  ❞

❝  soldier on and then the war will bring us peace.  ❞

❝  the heart of a man is a simple one.  ❞

❝  gotta think quick, gotta save face.  ❞

❝  what you gonna do now?  ❞

❝  men are fools, men are frail. give them the rope and they’ll hang themselves.  ❞

❝  with his kiss, the riot starts.  ❞

❝  you said that you would stay with me.  ❞

❝  can’t promise you fair sky above. can’t promise you kind road below. but i’ll walk with you, my love, any way the wind blows.  ❞

❝  just keep singing.  ❞

❝  the coldest night of the coldest year comes right before the spring.  ❞

❝  doubt comes in and my heart falters.  ❞

❝  you’re early.  ❞

❝  i missed you.  ❞

❝  pour the wine and raise a cup.  ❞

[thegirlisuedtobe]

Once, not long ago, a group of musicians came to Israel from Egypt. You probably didn’t hear about it. It wasn’t very important

Happy Trails to the cast of the Band’s Visit // 2017 Nov 9 - 2019 Apr 7

[honeyear-blog]

CHILINA KENNEDY AS DINA !!!!!! TBV 1ST NATIONAL TOUR 

[honeyear-blog]

pokes my head in bc i saw the tbv tour clips.   what if i revived dina

[honeyear-blog]

so is anyone else in total denial that tbv is closing in two weeks or is tht just me

[coldasyou]

Lots of fun, lots of art, lots of culture

[atawie]

I was so close to giving you everything. I was so close to making myself good for you, but I couldn’t stomach it.

Caitlyn Siehl, Imagine an Empty Room (via skyfcrreira)

[honeyear-blog]

* FREDERICK.

the riddle keeps on and on, spinning itself away inside his mind while she keeps talking and moving and being herself. it reminds him of something distant, maybe a movie he watched when he was younger and still had time and even an inch of joy to do that. or maybe she reminds him of one of his old classmates, but he couldn’t even place where or who exactly ( not to mention how little he cared for those classmates, nothing to drag up now since it wouldn’t help his cause ), so he just lets the inkling feeling reside in his chest and try to put it on the backburner. he is good at that, at ignoring anything that could sway his perfectly and neatly constructed interior and exterior. the pendulum, ever-present, never changing. so, he engages in her small talk, trying himself at something of friendliness. something away from the hostility he usually bestows onto anyone. but this is not new york, he tells himself, and she does not look at him like anyone who has heard of him without seeing him. there is simply no need to be hostile; except that it is so much of his character that is wrapped into the notion. 

“i do not think the sun and me will ever be on good footing. i am more prone to be a night-owl,” he replies, eyeing the burnin’ beacon in the sky with a critical eye through his glasses. “so, i’d take you up on the offer of your table. i take it is in a shadier place than the baking heat outside here?” it is the politeness his time in transylvania instilled in him that he is clawing up from where he seemed to lose it more often than not, thought it can only inform his raging honesty instead of replacing it. but he has the feeling that this is fine with the cafe owner and her own brutally sincere ways. ( a match, certainly ).  and he gets up to follow her, all his luggage with him, watching her exchange with another person in the café, but he does not pry or try to strain an ear; not that he would understand much he gathers, and just engages when she is talking directly to him. anything to get out of the damn heat, he thinks, anything. “you know, i remember being told this place is the farthest from any hassle a person could be exposed to, and i come to think that this is not so far off. which seems good to me,” a beat in which gray eyes look at her, still puzzling, still figuring out. “i don’t think i’ve even introduced myself by name, frederick frankenstein. thought you’d might want to know who you are helping out.”

    HE  IS  IN  HER  PERIPHERY   as  they  walk.   her  eyes,  sharp,  dart  all  around  the  bland  landscape  surrounding  them.   dina  is  known  as  the  most   COSMOPOLITAN   woman  in  the  entire  town.  it’s  a  fancy  way  of  saying  she  straddles  the  line  between  infamous  and  informative,  and  an  even  fancier  way  of  saying  she  knows   every  last  face   in  town.  as  people  pass,  she  either  nods,  waves,  or  shouts  to  them.  then,  she  turns  her  head  slightly  to  gauge  his  reaction.  she  lingers  between  her  conversation  with  all  of  bet  hatikvah,  and  her  nuanced  dialogue  with  him.      ❝   ah,  a  much  shadier  place.  the  lights  are  a  little  dim,  but  still  cooler.   ❞     her  walk  is  casual.  her  tongue  is  casual.   she  thinks   nothing   of  this,  or  so  she  tries  to  convince  herself  as  she  makes  effort  to  stay  paces  before  him.      ❝   i  do  not  know  who  told  you  that   -   but  no  matter  what  you   THINK,  i  hope  you  enjoy.  ❞    the  town  is  so  bleak,  her  life  is  so  beige.  the  sand  mocks  her,  the  way  it  dances,  and  the  bricks  mock  her,  the  way  they  stay  in  one  place.   she  feels  her  ball  and  chain  dragging  especially  heavy  as  they  reach  the  door  of  her  home   -   and  then  he  says  his   NAME. 

     AND  THE  MELTING  FEELING  BURNS.   it  burns  her  tongue,  it  burns  her  throat,  it  causes  her  to  fully  turn  her  head   -   and  forces  her  to   focus   on  him  once  again  (  slate  eyes,  looking  right  at  her.  ).   her  voice  drawls  on  as  she  sounds  out  his  name.  it  is  noticeably  foreign  on  her  tongue,  but  strikingly  familiar  in  her  voice.     ❝   fre  -  der  -  rick  ?   ❞    dina  stops  walking  suddenly.   something  bites  at  her  from  within,   and  she  chews  her  lip  in  response,  feeling  the  ground  shift  beneath  her.  she  gently  lifts  a  hand,  almost  as  if  to  touch  him,  but  stops  when  it  levels  with  her  chest.   it  is  in  that  pose  that  she  attempts  to   REMEMBER.   her  past  has  always  been  something  that  requires  a  key  to  access.  whether  it  be  music,  a  film,  a  face,  a  name.   finally,  she  speaks  again,  her  fingers  curling  into  a   gentle   fist  before  her  breast  as  she  steels  her  voice .   ❝   what  a  funny  name.  ❞   dina  then  lowers  her  hand  to  wipe  it  on  the  towel  that  hangs  from  her  waistband,  offering  it  to  him  a  moment  later.   a  smile  crosses  her  face.  it  makes  her  look   years  younger,   as  does  the  way  her  eyebrows  raise  slightly  when  she  speaks,  simply  saying  in  response.    ❝   you  should  know  who  you  are  staying  with.   i  am  dina.  ❞

[aureat]

[honeyear-blog]

frederick and dina: do anything  me: