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Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
by Emmi Christensson on 1st September 2014
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Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again - Emmi Christensson, 1st September 2014

First performance of this cast

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viscountess:

Modern Day Meg and Sergei
So you know how sometimes you come up with a one-off headcanon… and then accidentally run with it? Well the Slavemaster’s an actual character (and he’s probably played by Jamie Dornan) in my AU now and I am so very, very sorry in advance.
Found a new marker shade of pink for Meg’s wardrobe, a sort of wine red that is definitely inspired by the color they’re currently using for her Masquerade coat in the West End. The skirt is trimmed in black grosgrain ribbon and black scalloped lace and she wears a crepe top with black cuffs. This is probably definitely my favorite Modern Day Meg Design so far. I went with the chestnut color for Sergei’s hair because I’ve definitely seen a few productions where he’s got a wig that color. For his design, I just kept it very simple with darker shades of the red and green used in his Hannibal costume.
I just really want to put it out there that Sergei’s supposed to be an inch or two taller than Meg with heels on. I’d really appreciate it we all just not talk about my never-ending struggle with drawing men because I do read all the beautiful, lovely commentary you put in your tags!! <3 
See the rest of the Modern Day series here.
***
The moment Madame Giry dismissed everyone from rehearsals, Meg and Christine tripped over each other in their mad dash to beat the other back to the dressing room. Meg reached the door first and triumphantly threw it open and Christine stomped in behind her, mock disappointment in her every step. Collapsing into her chair, Christine tried to put off the inevitable battle with her pointe shoes for as long as humanly possible.
Eventually Christine sat up and struggled to undo the knot on her ribbons while Meg had long kicked hers off and was already buckling the strap on one of her shoes.
“High heels? After a rehearsal?” Christine raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what that entailed when it came to Meg. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Well…” Meg blushed and shot a quick look through the open door where Sergei was standing in his street clothes, the very picture of nonchalance. Christine did a double-take of almost comedic proportions when she saw.
Somehow, despite Giry asking him to stay behind a few extra minutes for notes, he was already sporting dark green jeans, a close-fitting black t-shirt, a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of brown boots combat boots that Christine just wasn’t entirely convinced hadn’t seen the business end of a battlefield. He had his arms crossed and a pair of black Raybans obscured his customarily unfathomable expression. While the glorified loincloth he wore for his Slavemaster costume probably didn’t take much work to change out of, Christine still struggled to wrap her mind around how he could already be standing there fully dressed when she was still trying to take off her other shoe. Who even wears sunglasses in doors?
“No!”
“Yep! It’s actually been three weeks now, I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure it was something… and it’s definitely something,” Meg’s voice trailed off happily and she worked on tousling out her post-rehearsal hair.
“Oh, Meg I’m so happy for you!” Christine started to say something else, but then bit her tongue.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just…” Christine dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and Meg leaned in to listen. “I swear I have never seen that guy smile.”
“Oh Christine, Sergei totally smiles. Watch,” Meg said, tilting her chair back so she could get his attention. “So how about sushi for lunch?”
“Sounds great.”
And to Meg’s credit, he did smile… however briefly.

viscountess:

Modern Day Meg and Sergei

So you know how sometimes you come up with a one-off headcanon… and then accidentally run with it? Well the Slavemaster’s an actual character (and he’s probably played by Jamie Dornan) in my AU now and I am so very, very sorry in advance.

Found a new marker shade of pink for Meg’s wardrobe, a sort of wine red that is definitely inspired by the color they’re currently using for her Masquerade coat in the West End. The skirt is trimmed in black grosgrain ribbon and black scalloped lace and she wears a crepe top with black cuffs. This is probably definitely my favorite Modern Day Meg Design so far. I went with the chestnut color for Sergei’s hair because I’ve definitely seen a few productions where he’s got a wig that color. For his design, I just kept it very simple with darker shades of the red and green used in his Hannibal costume.

I just really want to put it out there that Sergei’s supposed to be an inch or two taller than Meg with heels on. I’d really appreciate it we all just not talk about my never-ending struggle with drawing men because I do read all the beautiful, lovely commentary you put in your tags!! <3 

See the rest of the Modern Day series here.

***

The moment Madame Giry dismissed everyone from rehearsals, Meg and Christine tripped over each other in their mad dash to beat the other back to the dressing room. Meg reached the door first and triumphantly threw it open and Christine stomped in behind her, mock disappointment in her every step. Collapsing into her chair, Christine tried to put off the inevitable battle with her pointe shoes for as long as humanly possible.

Eventually Christine sat up and struggled to undo the knot on her ribbons while Meg had long kicked hers off and was already buckling the strap on one of her shoes.

“High heels? After a rehearsal?” Christine raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what that entailed when it came to Meg. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Well…” Meg blushed and shot a quick look through the open door where Sergei was standing in his street clothes, the very picture of nonchalance. Christine did a double-take of almost comedic proportions when she saw.

Somehow, despite Giry asking him to stay behind a few extra minutes for notes, he was already sporting dark green jeans, a close-fitting black t-shirt, a well-worn leather jacket and a pair of brown boots combat boots that Christine just wasn’t entirely convinced hadn’t seen the business end of a battlefield. He had his arms crossed and a pair of black Raybans obscured his customarily unfathomable expression. While the glorified loincloth he wore for his Slavemaster costume probably didn’t take much work to change out of, Christine still struggled to wrap her mind around how he could already be standing there fully dressed when she was still trying to take off her other shoe. Who even wears sunglasses in doors?

“No!”

“Yep! It’s actually been three weeks now, I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure it was something… and it’s definitely something,” Meg’s voice trailed off happily and she worked on tousling out her post-rehearsal hair.

“Oh, Meg I’m so happy for you!” Christine started to say something else, but then bit her tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” Christine dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and Meg leaned in to listen. “I swear I have never seen that guy smile.”

“Oh Christine, Sergei totally smiles. Watch,” Meg said, tilting her chair back so she could get his attention. “So how about sushi for lunch?”

“Sounds great.”

And to Meg’s credit, he did smile… however briefly.

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Think of Me
by Emmi Christensson and Liam Tamne on 1st September 2014
3,845 plays

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Think of Me - Emmi Christensson and Liam Tamne, 1st September 2014

First performance of this cast

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no use resisting
no use resisting
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favourite theatre performers - gina beck
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The Phantom of the Opera Challenge

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"Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write."

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I could love him, I could want him…

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