Wednesday, September 24, 2008

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Johnny Weir Orlando Bloom fanfic









If I had not you! Part 28 °









Title: If I had you!
Fandom: Real Person / au / slash / angst / emotional
Characters / Couples: Johnny Weir / Orlando Bloom
Rating: Orange
Disclaimers: This story is homosexual love, if it does not bother to read!
Summary: Sometimes, when you're young, impulsivity can make mistakes.


part 28 °

Johnny

When I arrived I had given at the agency, where I was writing to find work as a dancer, I was deluso.Una long line of young people took up all the sidewalks of the street. I waited as the door of the establishment, where the auditions would take place, opened its doors.
those of the agency but they told me groped that the selection was durissma.
were looking for 12 dancers that, even if not expert, had the physical gifts of the above details and special moves.
A very small chance I had, I had warned my agent, but all was soon to know how to express selection and during the very first second I could have him do it.
Finally the door swung open and two thugs came out with a square face, and perpetually pissed off, I thought, who walked the endless line of young people lining up to give the first recommendations, and that is to stay calm and move only when they told them.
Thus the initial screening began. The minutes spent
slow, but every so often saw young people who were rejected out of a door not far from the main entrance.
Someone was trying to draw their attention to lend him some advice, but you want to disappointment because the two gorillas were very careful about what was going on, it was impossible to have any advance on what was happening inside the building. Forcibly
properties in the tail that expectation does not seem to have more time, time seemed to move.
Some guy had to sit on the sidewalk because the tension was beginning to play tricks on.
For my part I tried to keep under control anxiety never forgetting to breathe deeply and regularly, I had to constantly keep the brain well oxygenated because, otherwise, I knew what would happen: I was already passed out in the past and knew very well the symptoms-If I lose this opportunity to return to a fainting can also deliver pizzas!-murmured to myself.
Finally after an hour and a half I started to queue outside the inner one.
around there were many people coming and going very busy.
I knew they would be chosen in the first selection and then draw the twelve thirty that were cast.
also served eighteen dancers and selection, I was told at the agency, had already been done the week before.
In the film, which was set in the world of entertainment although it was not exactly a musical, would set many scenes of dancing and choreography were immaculate.
This news was all that I have learned.
One of those two who checked out the line passed close to me, instinctively reached out a hand and leaned on his arm to attract his attention, Please can you tell me how many children have been taken so far?-I asked him pretty sure I would not even answered.
I stared for a few seconds just in the eye and for some reason I said-I need is more a friend! -
looked at how many children were still waiting in front of me, I counted mentally cinque.Dopo a while I realized that I was praying.

Orlando

In the film that was about to turn I was not really the main character, but the part was really important, I was sure that if I fell into the character body and soul, my prices would go up as soon as possible because it provided a good success.
Within one week I learned my part by heart and could not wait to start shooting.
Unfortunately a nasty surprise waiting for me.
We were already trying scenes a little challenging so I felt kind of nervous, partly because of a small group of kids after the tests of the ballets he had put near the entrance to observe the scene.
Since we were not shooting had left them to attend.
When I rose from the floor, where I pretended to fall, for a moment looked to the door and I nearly had a stroke. There was
Johnny looking at me in disbelief.

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