versace on the floor.

let's take our time tonight, girl. above us, all the s t a r s are watching, there's no PLACE i'd rather be in this world. your eyes are where i'm lost in.

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ashisms:

ash perked up a bit, hearing the faint sound of music that echoed through the large space of the theater. as far as he knew, he was alone. stepping out onto the expansive stage, his eyes wandered along the orchestra pit, a simple smile etching itself onto his features as he recognized the familiar thatch of dark waves amidst the crowd of instruments. “see. you’re doing amazing. you should have auditioned for the show. you’ve got quite the set of pipes!” hopping down, he sat on the edge of the stage, letting his feet dangle below him. “what are you doing here so early, anyway?”

sitting up a bit straighter as he heard a familiar voice, roscoe smiled up at ash who was making his way over towards the center of the stage. “i’m not an actor. a singer, sure. i’m only half as good as you.” pushing himself off the piano bench, he made his way towards his friend, taking a seat next to him and letting his own feet dangle next to ash’s. “i was just practicing stuff for the show. march tenth just seems so soon. we haven’t gotten a lot done, you know? i’m starting to worry, i guess. what about you? costume fitting?”

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ashisms:

“you should have. you’ve dated some guys along the way. if you didn’t fuck them, you’ve missed a few choice opportunities.” his body still moved to the beat of the song, watching his friend with a trained eye. he wasn’t sure if roscoe was uncomfortable, shy, or both. “misty day? the legend? the hero? the icon? thank you.” roscoe knew that ash was a huge american horror story fan. when they had first started rooming, ash had made a rule to watch every season. “a nudist colony? i’m in. run away with me. we’ll live as nudists and cast this whole big city life aside.” 

“i did date a few guys but that doesn’t mean i slept with all of them. i kind of think sex is a personal thing. i don’t just...do it willy-nilly. although, i do fall in love with everyone according to you. i’m trying to be better.” roscoe wasn’t even sure how he’d even gotten on the subject of feelings and he felt a little uneasy but was grateful that ash changed the subject to something else. “yeah, her. i liked queenie, what a bad bitch. justice for queenie in season five.” he hadn’t ever been a huge horror guy but he’d willingly sat through all of the seasons of american horror story for ash and surprisingly? he’d liked it. “do you think i could be the first nudist rockstar?”

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ashisms:

“two loose peas in a pod, i suppose.” he nudged the other male playfully with a smile. “okay. i’m pretty sure there are mexican witches, though. it doesn’t matter. you’d reject me. you wouldn’t dance in the pale moonlight with no clothes to hold your spirit back. everything’s ruined.” he fiddled with the shirt that sat in his grasp. “yeah. i’m not stupid. every time, i run to the kitchen in the middle of the night, suddenly you pop up. you just want to catch a wild naked ash dancing in the refrigerator light. i know you… all too well.”

“i’m not that loose. i didn’t have sex with everyone i liked.” arching an eyebrow the mention of mexican witches, roscoe clicked his tongue and shrugged. he’d never really looked into that kind of stuff simply because he wasn’t interested. “you’re starting to sound like that misty bitch from american horror story.” he felt his cheeks warm up and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and tried to clear his throat. “that’s not true. i don’t purposely time it like that. i don’t even get what’s the big deal with you being naked all the time? you belong in a fuckin’ nudist colony.”

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ashisms:

“i know you’re loose. i think half of new jersey knows your loose.” ash couldn’t bother holding back the laughter that followed his remark. the actor threw the pants back at his friend, ignoring the demands to clothe himself. ash could be himself around roscoe - clothes or no clothes. they were best friends. especially with nolan and charlotte distracted, ash could feel his bond with roscoe growing stronger and stronger. roscoe was his alpha. he knew this. “oh, shut up. you mean to tell me that if i asked you to dance, naked, in the woods like our ancestors from salem once did, you’d reject me? bullshit. besides, you like the view.”

“okay, says the same person who was nicknamed backseat for a majority of junior and senior year, shut up,” roscoe could feel the sudden annoyance wash over him but let it go after a few seconds. he wasn’t prone to holding grudges, especially not with ash. he’d originally met ash through nolan and as nolan and charlotte got closer over the years, roscoe found himself clinging to ash. they were best friends and had been for a long time. “okay, first of all, my ancestors are mexican. don’t know where you’re getting your facts about salem. and yes, i would reject you ‘cause we’re not hippies. --- i never said i didn’t.”

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ashisms:

“tell them to wait. i’m busy.” once ash finally realized the familiar face, he dropped the dry cleaning bag. he always felt like he could be himself around his roommate. “you really need to loosen up, you know? this job is going to drive you up the wall before you know it. i don’t want to see that. my cuz doesn’t want to see that.” grabbing the boy’s arm, ash pulled his best friend into the dressing room with a grin. “has charlotte’s theater possy really gotten to you? you’re acting like my aunt when she doesn’t have a cigarette.” he danced through the dressing room with the boy, laughing. “relax, roscoe.”

roscoe couldn’t help but blink a few times when ash dropped the dry cleaning bag but willed himself to look back up at the male’s face. “i’m loose! i’m just...tired. learning all this music’s kind of hard and it’s like...show tunes, man. i’m not into that kind of stuff, you know that.” furrowing his eyebrows at the ‘cuz’ name drop, roscoe stumbled into the dressing room as ash pulled him in before rolling his eyes and letting a small smile grace his features. “are you really trying to get me to dance naked with you? unprofessional,” he let out a small laugh before grabbing the male’s pants and tossing them at him. “get dressed, you’ve got a rehearsal to get to.”

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tugging on his backpack lightly, roscoe pulled out his little folder of sheet music before making his way towards the piano near the orchestra pit. maybe he’d gotten to rehearsal a little early but he did see a few odd faces moving around backstage so maybe this gave him time to run through a few of the different songs. sitting on the piano bench, the male’s hands lingered over the ivory  keys before starting to play the song, singing along quietly to keep in time. “someone in the crowd could be the one you need to know, the one to finally lift you off the ground..”

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wyattism:

technically the brunette should’ve been memorizing the sheet music, marking her cues and playing continuously until her hands bled, but for the time being she had other plans. adjusting the headphones that fed the sound of the white stripe’s ‘seven nation army’, wyatt picked up her drumsticks and positioned herself on the stool. there was a moment of silence on her end as she studied the tempo, but soon enough the song that rang her ears matched the one ricocheting off the drums. in the midst of her impromptu jam session, she lifted her hand only to have the drumstick fly right out of her hand. “shit -” she immediately ripped the headphones out of her ear and turned to look over her shoulder.

everyone had gone home early to attend super bowl parties and since he wasn’t exactly a huge football fan to begin with, he’d decided to hang around and rehearse some of the songs that were left. making a quick detour to grab some chips, he made it back towards the stage only to hear someone banging ( pretty well ) on the drumset near the orchestra. arching an eyebrow curiously, he couldn’t help the grin forming on his face...until a drumstick came flying at his head. luckily for roscoe, he had decent reflexes and managed to dodge it before it decked him square in the face. “oh, uh. well, you’re not officially a rockstar until you lose a drumstick, right?”

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ashisms:

stepping into the dressing room, ash clutched a few different costumes to his chest. pressing play on the bluetooth player on the vanity, music began to fill the space around him. stripping off his clothes, he looked over the clothes. the boy rocked to the beat, dancing around the dressing room while singing along to the song. “my baby is a 10, we dressing to the 9, he pick me up we 8, make me feel so lucky 7, he kiss me in his 6, we be making love in 5, still the one I do this 4, i’m trying to make a 3, from that 2, he still the 1!” when the door swung open, the naked actor spun around to face his intruder, shielding himself with a dry cleaning bag. “hey! i’m busy!”

roscoe was supposed to find some of the actors and bring them on stage- not like that was really his job to begin with but they didn’t really need the orchestra right now. he could be spending his free time practicing the songs and getting to know the cues but zarah had asked him to play bitch instead. making his way down the backstage hallways, he heard the blaring sound of beyonce coming from one of the dressing rooms. that could only mean one thing --- ash was near and he was without clothes. rolling his eyes, he didn’t bother knocking before shoving the door open, his eyes immediately going down to ash’s butt and inhaling deeply. “bro, you really need to quit doing this. i see this every morning. but you’re needed on set so...chop chop.”

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macintcsh:

        “ you sure? it’s really good stuff. top notch. i bet it cost, like, $11 for the whole handle. could be an… interesting rehearsal, ” mac offered, raising an eyebrow before chuckling slightly. “ makes sense. not that i have much theater experience, but still, ” he commented, nodding. “ oh, it’s very exciting stuff. basically: i move shit around at certain times. real top-level stuff. you should consider doing it instead of the orchestra. ”

“ whoa, $11 whole dollars. i see you’re a big spender, ” roscoe let out a low chuckle before sitting up a bit straighter in his seat. “ well, stage-hands don’t have to do much, right? my best friend’s a stage-hand and most of the time, he’s probably gonna just be doing lighting things. what even brought you to theater? ”

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ohstvlla:

stella watched his digits brush against the ivory keys intently, impressed by his swiftly they glided and the gorgeous music that lifted to the air around them. “you’re really good,” she murmured, nudging his shoulder with an encouraging smile before she followed his gaze to the sheet music and tentatively began to sing along, dulcet voice gently crooning the lyrics— despite the bashful blush that crept over her cheeks. she paused for a moment to cover her burning face, a touch shy when it came to her singing voice. “was it bad?” she whispered, parting her fingers to peek through timidly. “this is the first time i’ve sang in public before… well, on stage.”

a small smile and blush crept onto his features once stella nudged him lightly as he played. it was kind of hard for him to remember proper sheet music, especially if he wasn’t totally interested in it- plus, he’d never actually taken the time to learn how to read it; he’d never been in band or taken any music classes, just taught himself how to play guitar and piano. he watched her open her mouth and smirked as a small, soft voice left her as she sang along to his piano. “you’re really good, actually. so, you can act and sing? is there anything you can’t do?” he offered her a small smile before nudging her knee lightly. “you’re definitely gonna go places, stell. riley’s song is beautiful but...you definitely added your own flair to it. i just need to catch up and really learn the songs inside and out.”

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ftsterling:

he frowned a bit, glancing at the phone. “it’s nothing i can’t handle. everything works out, you know?” sterling forced a smile on his features, trying to make the apparent lie believable. “orchestra? well, it’s nice to officially meet you, roscoe. i don’t know that i’ve seen you around the theater before. one of charlotte’s friends from out of town, i presume?”

“oh, yeah. charlotte got me the gig but obviously, big props to you. you’re the one that decided to hire me so thanks!” he bit his lip and looked around the office curiously, taking in the pictures behind sterling’s desk. “is that you?”

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ohstvlla:

“i’m sure you’ll be great! you’re talented, you’re gonna kick so much ass. and if you ever need a tulip to keep you in good spirits, you know where to find me,” she insisted, nose crinkling with her sincere smile that flickered with coyness when he made note of her ‘new fact.’ roscoe had already seen the goods, after all. “yeah, i can sing - it’s up to you to tell me if i’m horrible or not, but i landed this part somehow, so i’ve gotta think that i’m not terrible.” she traipsed over to the piano excitedly, seating herself at the bench and awaiting his instructions. “just go easy on me, okay? you’re the talented musician here, i’m just a novice.”

“you’d really give me a tulip? that’s so sweet, wow.” roscoe could feel the odd fluttering of his heart and he had to remind himself to calm down. he had to stop this habit of falling for anyone who so much as blinked at him. that was the whole reason he was here; because he’d gotten dumped because he’d come on too strong. and stella would never be interested in him. she was an actress and he was a nobody who was probably just really good at sex. “you’re not if you got the part. plus, i’d be interested to see what you sound like.” he shrugged and offered stella a smile as he followed closely behind and sat down on the bench next to her. “no worries, i’ll go easy on you.” he mumbled, letting his fingers delicately begin to play the song, his dark eyes honed in on the sheet music in front of him.

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ftsterling:

sterling forced a smile on his features, not really wanting to tip off the newest addition to the theater that things were, in fact, not alright. “everything’s fine.” he couldn’t believe this was happening on the first day of rehearsals. “sorry. it’s the bank. i’m just dealing with one of the accounts…” he turned his full attention to the male that occupied the space with him. “i’m sterling. what was your name again?” he stood to his feet, holding out his hand to meet the other’s.

giving sterling a simple nod, roscoe decided to let the thought go. it wasn’t really his business anyways, right? “yeah, no worries. you just looked worried so i was just wonderin’.” glancing down at the male’s outstretched hand, he shook it, a genuine smile forming on his features. “roscoe! i’m in the orchestra. piano, actually.”