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[lectorisalutem]

I can't sleep. It really is a godsend, a decent night's sleep, for the memory, the voice, the muscles... All of which I may or may not need sometime in the next twenty-four hours, I can't exactly puzzle it out. But it's fine- I don't expect much of myself, how could anyone expect more? After all, I needn't quit my day job to become a West End actor

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[frozenrhythm]

Oh, I doubt that, honey! You wouldn't have gotten cast if the director didn't think you were good! But I'll see you tonight~

[lectorisalutem]

Yes, I suppose so. There's nothing like an insomnia-lengthened night to drive one to a self-indungent pity party for one...

I hope you enjoy the show, Mr. Langevin-Marseilles.

[frozenrhythm]

Oh, that's no good, honey! You need to rest before a performance! Everybody knows that. ♥

And don't be so formal, silly. Dominic will do just fine.

[lectorisalutem]

Yes. I can't say that I didn't try.

Dominic, then. It is a great deal easier to remember than the alternative, not that I've anything against double-barreled surnames.

[stagebird]

You're a good Thénardier, don't worry.

See you at the theatre.

[lectorisalutem]

Mother always did say I looked like a rat on my bad days...

Yes, I'm sure we won't miss one another.

Good luck, Nishimoto.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

I will write "Good luck Innes" on a banner and wave it for you.

[lectorisalutem]

Ah. Thank you, Jones. Try not to wave it too vivaciously- I wouldn't want to be distracted and forget my lines.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

I'm not sure...vivacious is really possible for me. I can attempt enthused.