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[# 5] Mamma Mia! How & What


Title: Mamma Mia!
Cliché: # 5, the words that I knew I did not mean (The Tower)
Fandom: RPF
Narnia Pairing: William Moseley /
Ben Barnes Rating: R are boys ° C °
Warning: Slash , ABBA and directors tattered. Some bad word, why are some men in a terrible trap
Word count: 2732
Disclaimer: obviously these two belong together not belong to me, everything I write is crap and still I am sure that the concept is to did nothing of what is described here
Summary: Mike took a bundle of papers from a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will. - you know her? - Lay All Your Love On Me enthroned at the head of the page.
Notes: Assuming that this community is pretty much my sanctuary and I got incredible inspiration, this story is bullshit uu No, really. And 'idiot, and I laughed to herself as an idiot while I wrote. But basically I like it. And I love Mamma Mia! * W * I will have seen the movie 5683 times. Obviously the characters of Mike, Leslie and Michelle are not my own, I have invented from scratch. And there is a slight similarity of names with "Bridge to Terabithia," but I realized after
xD And I've made a lot of fear of natural disaster with the cut, if so please forgive me ç.ç





- Okay, guys, this was perfect! We move forward, Sophie and Sky on stage, hop hop! -

Criterion Theatre. Penultimate day of testing Mamma Mia! .

agitation and frenzy reigned supreme.

Ben jumped on stage with all the agility that his body stuffed with caffeine gave him and cleared his throat. He never really loved to sing, but, in short, Mamma Mia! could not say no.

So here he is in shirt and shorts in the Allegro part betrothed to Sophie.

that Sophie had not yet made its appearance.

- Well? I do not think Ben could declare love alone, then where the hell is Leslie?! -

Mike Bell, the director. The person most brilliant brain unstable and that Ben had ever met.

- It 's this morning that you do not show, in fact -

- And now you tell me?! -

The assistant shrugged helplessly. Must have stocks of incredible patience to do that job was secretly Ben, now sitting on the edge of the stage to await the unfolding of events.

Mike yelled epithets at all the poor unfortunate that happened on his street waving the script, while the other hand he held the phone glued to your ear, quick to pick on Leslie as soon as he had the courage to pick up the phone.

- Ben, another phone call and the phone do you swallow it! -

He turned to the inside of the hood, where a smiling Michelle, the girl who played Donna, waving his the phone in his direction. He could threaten people to death with a toothy smile on his face. I wonder how he did.

When it was close enough, she gave him a conspiratorial wink.

- Look what you should answer at least your boyfriend! - Will

appeared intermittently on the display. Although he had bitten his lip to restrain him, a huge smile bloomed on the face.

- not my boyfriend, Michelle -

- Sure, baby, and I am a virgin -

- Really? -

They just raised their eyebrows at the root of the hair dyed blond girl to show him that no, it was not true.

said with the laugh in the back.

- Hey -

- You know, Barnes, I hate you for letting us finish the hotel more welcoming of the whole stinking England, where I spend all my money to stay until the end of my days? -

- Nothing, Will, I'm glad that you are well, yes I'm fine, thank the person concerned. How are you? -

terrific plays in the background noise of the traffic in Piccadilly, lowest in comparison to the sound of laughter of the boy at the other end of the line.

- Do not you wonder why you're self-centered and start talking about your private life useless, Ben, not because I care. And I'm fine, and I would be even better if you came from your beautiful theater and I came to give me a welcome and Georgie as they should -

With the phone still in hand, Ben jumped off the stage, rushing at the theater. Will

was facing the glass doors, sunglasses and scarf to mirror that of George, who held him by the hand with a smile that would surely come to shell out your mouth and make him reach the ears - had to be a side effect of the eighteenth coffee in five hours, the gruesome images.

Fortunately the obscene scene Georgie with the lips that came to his ears and pink round was interrupted by that right, that with all her feminine grace hurled against him, takes your breath away and reminding him to tell her sooner or later - with the utmost tact, of course, we took him to the family jewels - that at fourteen was heavy enough to break the spine every time I jumped in my arms.

- I told her to let me do it, but there was no way - he saw Will in the middle of the jump in long hair that had arrived anywhere, make him a wink and precede them in the room - Will say that I reserve for the next time -

-

For the hundredth time in an hour, Ben wondered if their stramaledettissimo in that day when all seemed to have applied for asylum Will and Georgie had been present. Mike yelled as when he left and everyone, from first assistant to the garbage man who was passing in the street, seemed ready to get their hands on the neck.

He sat next to two poor unfortunates in the red seats further away from Hell, and only sporadically - Christ's sake, Oliver, Leslie takes the phone but only in Bangladesh or shut off on purpose to not hear me? ! - was interested in what was happening.

Only when the same Mike, now the picture of serenity - Ben shivered, though the sky was eerie - came up to where they were seated cross-legged Will and Georgie with him practically lying on his legs, retune to the frequency of the theater.

- Treasury - he began, strangely turned to Georgie - I can pull off an A? -

The girl looked at him like crazy.

- rephrase. You vaguely in tune? Or should I prepare the check for damages to the windows of the theater? -

Georgie had to open his mouth, but Ben preceded in speed.

- Flying over the fact that yes, you should prepare, for Georgie is a rusty bell - made a small break to avoid the slap aimed at his head - what you need? Leslie responded? -

- fortunately - Mike made a dramatic pause, as long as all three do not raise eyebrows, and urged them to continue - E 'in hospital. And before you make those faces is veterinary hospital. His parakeet has had an illness and has had to dash -

The silence that followed was incredibly heavy. Mike was staring at them, as if he expected a nod of understanding from any of the three, and these stared back, trying to assess

a) if a budgie could have an illness and survive

b) if it had a value such as to skip the dress rehearsal of a show as important

Apparently Leslie both had positive response.

- Ergo, handsome young men, at least for now we do not have Sophie. Have you been a single, short scene to try with her to-day with a flourish and pointed to Ben - the girls are all engaged, the assistants have the acting ability of this chair here and you can not speak for itself . So! Or find a replacement hours or try your hand, and no , Barnes - added abruptly when he saw that Ben was about to open his mouth - not add to the lineup tomorrow by lifting all the first two hours because you want to go with your boyfriend and this other darling here. And not blush like two teenagers, adults are vaccinated, by golly! -

Let the two tomatoes of the season to try to look anywhere except in the eyes of others, Mike turned and turned away.

Half step and yelled at the poor thing that had happened before, he stopped. Theatrically As usual, he turned back to Will, Ben and Georgie, fixing his eyes tellers. No, he corrected himself Ben, was staring at them collectively. He was studying only Will, with a terrific eye predator.

- Before I ask myself, joy, tell me if you take at least one note -

- No, absolutely not. Could collapse the theater - Will said fervently, shaking his head.

- But ... - and the subtle hand of Ben flew to cover the treacherous mouth of the girl, before he could further compromise the situation. Already critical of her, however, since the director was looking even more Will be near the poor and something in the mind of Ben - who was not Georgie's hand trying to get rid of the first choke - suggested that he should worry about.

- Get a second, do me a favor -

Worrying very .

Mike took Will by the arm and was dragging him to the scenes, while the boy was strange requests for assistance with pleading eyes.

Ben followed them up with George to the dressing rooms, under the eyes of a shocked Michelle and half of the company.

Mike took a bundle of papers from a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will.

- you know her? -

Lay All Your Love On Me enthroned at the head of the page, and underneath in plain sight Ben Barnes and Leslie Burkes as main performers. No.

Mike could not do it, it was ridiculous and impractical.

Tipregodiglidinotipregodiglidinotipregodiglidino.

- Of course I know! - Georgie. Evil little monster with a toothy smile white and bright, had replied to the post of Will - The hums constantly, loves Will Mamma Mia! -

Ben tried to condense all the hate he felt for the child at that moment in a look of fire, sister to William close behind him.

- Mike, you think what I think? -

Oh yeah, that's why they smiled like that disgustingly similar. Michelle also had joined the evil plot of Georgie to make them go crazy.

- Mike, I do not think it would be--

- A single test, Will - Oh, now he would even call him by name? - A single song. You, Sophie. He, Sky - and to complete the scene began to be referred to, respectively, with air-conspirator - What do you say? -

Tipregodiglidinotipregodiglidinotipregodiglidino. At least this time listen to me, dammit!

Will turned to look at him straight in the eye as he always did, and Ben tried to run across his prayer in that contact.

- A single piece of evidence, Mr. Bell. Only one. -

Oh, Will!

-

- I knew it would be a colossal shit! Because they never listen to me? -

- Why, when did you target? -

- I looked at you as if you were to die at any moment! -

- brought a translator, Barnes, makes it easier for the people! -

Criterion Theatre. Penultimate day of testing Mamma Mia! .

The tension in the air you could cut with a knife.

staff, the company and even the director had for lunch. In the room were still only two people currently involved in the quarrel more furious that the theater had ever seen.

Ben, at one end of the stage, waving his script as a weapon and was meanwhile repeatedly passed her hands in her hair - should begin to take it off, as a vice, or sooner or later it would remain trapped -

Will, the other end, staring at him like crazy and had reduced the script to a waste paper unreadable.

- Not out of tune, you know the song, you know me and you can not bring out a decent thing?! -

- I'm sorry if I'm not the painting of perfection like you, Barnes -

Oh how she hated him when he did so.

Whenever he was angry with him called him by name. Every single time.

- I have a first day after tomorrow, in case if you do not realize I was , Moseley ! -

- And in fact I'm trying to help you, you idiot! -

- wrong song?! Oh thanks, you're actually saving the career -

would not have come from anywhere that way. One of them was to put a brake.

It certainly was not Ben, to emphasize that his play was abandoned on the side of the stage with his legs dangling.

- Okay, Mr. Perfect, start again -

- Yes, to get to your verse and send it to the devil -

- More or less where you should go, then -

But I think it should have been wasting him, or knowing the hard head of Will would end up to be punched.

- Ok, I have solution! - Suddenly jumped up, standing up and shooting to the center of the stage. Will looked at him with an eyebrow raised, with every intention - we saw - to reject the idea as soon as he opened his mouth.

- Amami -

- What?! -

- Have you heard right. Either we empathize with the characters or not getting anywhere. So Sophie, what we are trying right now? -

Jesus, Mike seemed when he talked that way. He had to stop him around, or it would turn into a version more than thirty years young.

Will sighed deeply, then tried to make his script a bit more human, and began to study it.

- Sky is jealous, terribly jealous. It was not so before he met Sophie, now it seems every man who sees a danger. E 'became a habit, this obsessive, such as smoking -

- Sophie But it is too in love to pay attention to the buzz around any man, he had from when he smiled, the first time you are visas, and has a weakness against all his pride -

They were approaching, bringing too much for the tastes of Ben, two or three steps and would have been a few inches.

Ben's hand went to the stereo before his brain could register it, and the song invaded the air.

He had never liked singing, and while Will looked into his eyes trying to convince anyway. It was ridiculous, my goodness, it was a great man and vaccinated, could not be fooled by a song - and then that song!

The words rolled on the tongue without even reading the script, they felt that part of the initial ad nauseum.

He was jealous, and he could not help nothing. All those kids, for heaven's sake, but had to be so full of friends? Always laughing, joking, so close. It was not done so before the meeting, was totally different. What gave him permission to change it so much?

Sky And when Sophie was referring to the male?

Will would not attack, Ben was repeated as he tried to take notes. He took a breath and would have turned away, frustrated. It would be ruffled his hair and promised that next time we would have done.

did not feel the text, had he said.

So who was that boy, now a sigh from him, he started to sing as he had done nothing all his life?

There was Sophie in the face of Sky, or were simply Will and Ben and had not yet understand?

Jealousy is an ugly beast, Ben - Sky. Yet it is telling you clearly, all those men, those smiles are not worth a penny in front of you. Have you had the first day you met, do you remember? Before you start shooting, you and the other four. Him in the corner you had winked - it was something that was as simple as healthy - And you had the smile, that special smile that your fans idolize you forever. But he is not a fan, and I smiled back with that little face as a child.

But you will not be getting too close? And Sophie and Sky, where they fled?

were now breathing the air each other and there was only the chorus in the background, that they built were not followed.

The script - both - was knocked down, but they knew exactly what was written, incidentally, just below the lyrics.

(Sophie and Sky kiss)

are betrothed, what else should they do?

So it was a truism, a test, the script simply un'attinenza to touch their mouths there, in the middle of the stage. Quick and impersonal, as good actors.

- We are empathy, is not it? - Wil was the breath, almost inaudible under the music.

- of course -

- What brilliant actors, who are ... -

- Smart ... - The music faded

had forgotten the last corner of their brains when they decided to jointly approach more and throwing away the professionalism - and when ever they were professional, two of them?

That kiss was neither quick nor impersonal, and cut off breathing filled the quiet room.

Will had his hands clasped in her hair shiny and the other for a moment he feared that would remain stuck there forever, and Ben was holding her with his fingers stuck in his belt loops, making them join, breast to breast . If

had risen slightly, he could touch the hot skin under her shirt and felt his fingers itch with the desire to do so, but if he moved a muscle, would not be able to stop.

And then, in short, on a theater stage, with the crew out of reach -

- Oliver! Give me the number of Leslie. E 'fired! -

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Dad ... memories ...


As I reread the words of Isabel Allende I thought back on those memories I have of my father. They seem so 'few, if to count only on the tips of the fingers. Some are fixed, stable, others come in flashes, in front of some items and recalled the words of her mother, ready to dive back into the darkness of the past. I think that makes it so 'hard to remain attached to those memories is the fact that my life has changed in a radical way, and after my father died. Senon know it 's true, if there was my mother to testify would seem to me that everything was a confused dream, unreal. I no longer live 'in the same house where I lived with my father for most of the time, few people I have not hung out more 'views, all the habits, way of life that I have absolutely dissolved in an instant, what he and' ended up in hospital and I just started the sixth grade.
I decided to write here something about me and him and me 'dear and all that comes to mind again or risk losing it ... because the contours of the memories become blurred with time, the details are confused and you do not know 'where the memory fades and ends up in fantasy. And I want to remember my father.


living room and I'm small, I should not have more 'than 5 years. I walked through the door that was behind the chair where Pope 'looked at TV and I walked trying not to make noise, slipped through a side behind the antiques that were on his right, then I accuattavo on the ground and crawled on his elbows like a soldier in front of him trying to cover behind the wooden table in front of his chair and then climbed on the couch to his left and said, " ; Pope 'I am here "and he pretended to be afraid of not having seen and not heard me every time I did this game.


We are in the car and I'm watching the signs, I had the habit of having to read all of them and twisting his head to be able to see those in the opposite lane. With Pope 'always sang two songs together in the car, what he liked and made me laugh. "Tan moon, tan-colored milk, all cats over the rooftops and you become pale! Tin tin tin moonbeams "" At the foot of Kilimanjaro, paraponiponzipo, there is a nation of niggas who invented many dances .... We are the Watussi Watussi the highest niggaz! Ogno three pasi every three steps we six meters! "Every time we promised that we would have bought the house to listen to and sing for all and good, but 'this is one of the things that we have never managed to do.

I still remember every time I walked into his office and asked him to draw the sheets (I only did that as a child) and he gave me those for your printer, first white, the other with staves Griggi and white while the side was a band that could tear perforated. finished work to bring him the most beautiful design and made them hang me with his scotch to the cabinet of documents: it was fully carpeted.

The drawings were not the only things that kept: in the study had a small Jerry (the mouse in the cartoon), rubber, pouting and smoking: evevo said it was him. He always kept.
Attached to the pen he used was the hind legs of a frog rubber: chupa chupes came out with, everyone had the front or back of an animal and then united them. He always kept attached to his Bic.
One day I saw on a magazine for children how to make a paper doll: the drew, Colorao and cut out and put a ring of wool x appendix and the pope gave to ': he took (it was not nothing to it) the car port and placed in the department of the document just above the driver, to have something in my car, ever. And 'maybe one of the most' beautiful as I can remember, even if that doll and 'got lost when we sold the car to the death of Pope' and Mom forgot 'to take it.
Cosi 'and is' lost even Snoopy, the smell x-shaped machine that character of the cartoons, which remained in the car with us for years now because we were both fond of.

There are also passed to the Sunday markets Antiques in Taranto, Brindisi, Ostuni. Pope 'often took me with him and we shot through the stalls and every time we went out together I bought a book or a magazine. I still dear to me so many mice and Donald Duck and the books of Asterix and Obelix.


These are some of my memories more 'dear and important to preserve. Others write them 'with more' calm and patience but it 's sad that they are very' few of these ... Report

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Accommodation Dubrovnik


Holidays 2 days from the start. So, what say?
For me to come to Croatia and 'something normal, sometimes when my friends tell me that me going for a walk I feel a little' bumped because I spend the days here are a familiar feature in particular: what I am doing here and stay with my family especially, with the aunt and the aunt, with my cousin and her daughter short. The sea and the fun comes after (implies all the youth activities such as going out at night, dancing, knowledge) and 'really even more' below. Here I am with my aunt, I speak with my cousin, we play for hours and hours to level 40 and one steal cards and cheating in the most 'sensational and absurd, I do the cleaning for my uncles to pass the time (already' and this 'an index of the style of my holiday!), which in Italy even think to do: but here it' s funny and makes me feel useful. On the beach, in recent years have been almost always alone, from 3 until 6 and a half, mostly 'doing dips from the rocks, solitary with the cards and reading. I am a person who has learned not to get bored to be alone and be satisfied to be just watching the scenery (beautiful, otherwise where is' satisfaction?) And improve my diving (what a dolphin with the head mine always comes out well, a bit wrong 'when I dive from the cliffs high, now I'm perfecting the one with the somersault). This year the situation and 'was a bit' unusual: I met my cousin, my aunt's daughter Dijana, who had seen for the last time when I was 6 years old, and not even remember it. It 'was a shock to discover that he did not know English, which had focused on communicating x, while he had only studied German in school, I spent two weeks to communicate with gestures, the limited vocabulary that I have of Croatian and through the translation of other people, while I never talked seriously. At the end with my cousin Ana-Marija I've gotten, one night we did a little notebook with the conjugation of verbs more often (being, having, go, to know) and more useful vocabulary to communicate in Italian and Croatian and everything 's a bit better. Today they are divided and we promised to write e-mail in Italian and Croatian so 'that we can learn another into their respective languages to prepare for next year when it will be' to visit us in Italy, where everything good. They came for a week with the boy Simon Attilio and I spent two days with them to sea, one bathroom and one in Lokrum were a bit 'a relief volvulus: grand to have someone to talk to everything Italian including what you say, besides my mother. Then there were some days a bit empty, whom I take refuge in a little 'computer (the 1 st year that I have internet here) and some of the books (I read 5 and I reread it again Breaking Dawn) and which I ardently wanted to be with my friends in Italy, with Marco. But still be here in croatia here with my family here, the only family that I feel like this, real around me (even though my most beloved aunt, Aunt Maya, and 'just a friend of her mother but perhaps more 'Dijana her sister) and' something need, something fundamental, and the tears that arrive each year at his departure, on both sides, who goes and who stays, are sincere. Even now his eyes a little pinch at the thought of leaving. But the next day when I'm in Italy are happy to be there ', that they (the other) my house. As we humans are contradictory.

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you ever be in some place and have the feeling that you get there you could stay forever and never be tired? Yesterday I went to one of my favorite corners of the city 'of old Dubrovnik, the pier, the last esprema propagine to the sea of this part of the city '. Seems not to exist when you arrive at the port, hidden by the enormous size of the circular bastion: after walking around the perimeter, to appear before you, wrapped in the darkness, even the small piano bar music can not be heard before he passed the greater curvature the bastion. Arrive, climb 5 steps and sit on the bench that faces the open sea and feel they do not want to be somewhere else if you do not '. It 's almost midnight and the air hot and dry, but it throws a light wind, you're fine and do not know where to stop to turn its eyes: before me there Lokrum of the island, with its white rocks and the dark green forest that covers it completely and the open sea, of a darker hue of the sky from the horizon and can not distinguish, to my right I see the great bastion, lit from below, the piano bar with a little 'jazz and from afar the ancient port, on my left the mountain where the lights of the houses and of roads and streetlights in the distance, a huge cruise ship, whose lights are often confused with those of some cities' away on the coast, leaving behind me the old town, the ancient walls with their lights that reflect on the sea, white and red: then the clear sky above me, stars. Probably some curious glance I seemed a little agitated, still looking a bit in one direction, some in a other, but in my mind was all the opposite: it was a long time that I did not feel so 'good somewhere, I was the' right as I could, as long as common sense told me not to risk that they ended the bus to return and I got a bit dragging their feet still look back, as if I was still a child and my mother had taken me by the hand and was carrying on. I thought that if ever 'here in Dubrovnik with a person I love, the first night will bring him to come out' in that special corner where I really feel for this city 'and' a little 'mine, under the skin and in the heart, and at the same time excites me as if seeing it for the first time.

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I like writing. Again.
This new desire and 'party from reading the book My Invented Country Isabelle Allende, a book that, despite the suspicion with which I have approached me and' loved it. After the words of the writer regarding the need to write, which was created especially those who feel a bit differently in by others, who feel rootless and tries to merge in the writing, I spent at least 4-5 days imagining how I would write my journal every sensation I felt, all that happens to me, everything I saw. Replace the words, formulated during the periods, commas and periods placed at the head. It 's a blast so come' suddenly. As usual I do not know what since then write the first thing on my mind, the next post, so how are things in my mind, so it's likely that there can be no logical sense, saying at one point to be happy , and the sharp contrast in the next ... but are a bit too many things that have accumulated and I want to write.