Thrilling Intent, Kyr/Markus fluff, maybe? I love your writing!
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Backstage Bromance
{Theatre/Modern AU}
It was the dress rehearsal for the big show andeverything was going swimmingly. The actors were all in their costumes,decorating the stage almost as much as the set was. And up in the sound booth,Kyr felt like a god.
…not really. He felt like an underappreciated personwho was literally manning the sound, lights, and keeping of electrical tape allon his lonesome. After over a month of being stuck in the hot booth, Kyr (whichwas his tech/DJ handle) was finally going to see all the hard work pay off. Itwas bittersweet considering the only reason he didn’t quit after the secondweek was one actor in particular.
On stage, the actors were getting a ‘pep talk’ fromthe forced-to-be-there-because-community-service director. From the distance,the director looked drunk. Most likely up close, he probably was very drunk.All the actors just kind of looked at him like they had been taken hostage byhis words. Finally after a huge sigh and a large chug of something from a paperbag, the director dismissed the cast and told them that he wanted to do a runthrough of one of the scenes.
The stage cleared all except for one young man. Hisface had a shit ton of makeup on it to hide the acne. The long blond hair onhis head wasn’t anything the costume department could supply. It was allnatural. And this young man was the only person in the room who could pull offthe ridiculous tight tights.
Kyr happily turned down the house lights so he couldplace a single spotlight on the actor as he began his monologue…
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended—
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearnèd luck
Now to ’scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long.
Else the Puck a liar call.
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
Just as the actor was about to exit as stageinstructions instructed, the director yelled for him to halt.
“Mark!” the director rubbed his temple.
“It’s… Markus, sir.”
“I don’t care… What I do care about is the fact thatyou’re chewing the scenery again…”
“Well, I mean, the character is a bit of a hammy guy.He is the trickster.”
“But you’re being TOO goddamn hammy.”
“HE IS A PERFECT OTHERWORLDLY BEING YOU SHUT YOURMOUTH GOOD SIR!” Kyr yelled from his booth. Markus gave him a sincere look anda thumbs up. The director just rubbed his temple.
“Jesus Christ… why didn’t I cast you as Bottom…,” thedirector mumbled as he took another sneaky drink while shooing the young actoroff the stage.
Leaving the stage, Markus rushed behind the curtainand ran into the aisles. He jumped into the sound booth, sitting next to hisfriend. Taking the half drank fizz pop out of Kyr’s hand, Markus starteddrinking.
“Indirect kisses and corn syrup spit is not good foran actor who has loud, flamboyant dialog,” Kyr stated while taking back thedrink and chugged the rest down. “You should also go backstage and not begoofing off. You know they are going to make you go over your scene with ‘Oberon’for like the millionth time.”
“I know… but I’m a good sprinter.”
“You are no good to them out of breath,” he nudgedMarkus’s butt with his foot. “Go. Let me push buttons before you push any moreof the director’s.” The two chuckled before the actor rushed back through the aisles.
—
It was closing night, and all Markus could think aboutwas how this would be the last time he could see Kyr every other day. It wasbad enough that before the show they never really crossed paths; he was astruggling actor who never really did anything other than auditions, bustinghis butt busing tables at a shitty bar, and not sleeping because of stressingout about auditions and work drama. Kyr was a man-child living the ‘dream’ ofbeing a semi-well known DJ at weddings and ‘over the hill’ birthday bashes.They would have never met if that one audition at the community theatre hadn’tgone well. They would have never met if the sound and lights guy had literallyhad a mental breakdown, and they needed a replacement asap.
But now, after the curtain closed for the last timeand the performers went to go thank the audience for attending, Markus hid afeeling of dread through his smile. The line of audience members told him howmuch they had liked his performance, and he would tell them, “thank you”. Andafter the last person left the theatre entry way, he ran back into theauditorium and straight into the sound booth. Kyr was all packed up and readyto head out when Markus’s lengthy form rammed into his brick like chest. Thelighter of the two fell to the floor.
“You ok, buddy?” Kyr said as he helped Markus to hisfeet.
“Yeah… But that’s not important!” he exclaimed as hegrabbed a random and one of the many pens that were scattered about. Hescribbled something down on it and handed it to Kyr. Raising one of his bushyeyebrows, the sound guy looked it over. On the page had been added what couldbe assumed to be a phone number with a winky face next to it. Looking up, Kyrnoticed Markus’s face was bright red. With a smile, Kyr took out his phone andtyped in the digits. He put the phone up to his ear and waiting to get theanswering machine. Upon hearing the beep, Kyr grinned like an idiot and spokemore to the guy in front of him more than into the phone.
“Hey Markus, this is Kyr. You kinda just gave me ournumber and are in front of me but I just wanted to call you so I could give youmine, I guess? Anyways, we should totally hang out and shit after the castparty. Or like more than just then, I dunno. I’m gonna hang up now so you cantell me IRL.” He hung up the phone. “So… are we like best friends forever nowor?”
Markus let out a very devious smirk. “When have we NOTbeen?” The two laughed whole heartedly. They linked arms and left the booth.The costumer practically beat Markus’s ass as he tried to leave the theatre inhis Robin attire. It was a rental.
Both now in their street clothes, they joined the castand crew for pizza, beer, and drunk karaoke. After the fact the two left thegroup for even more beer (Kyr’s own home brew that his housemate Dont didn’tneed to know he was making in his basement apartment). Both drunk and bothbeing happy drunks, Kyr and Markus celebrated their newly established ‘friendship’.
The next morning they were very hung over and halfnaked. Just a new kind of typical morning after for the bros in the making. Andthat wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But not for Dont, who had to clean upafter their ‘after party’, it wasn’t a good thing either.
