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Les Miserables, the stalking ground.
Feb. 26th, 2006 12:42 amI might not have tried this, seeing as it was so cold and snowy, but since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alligatorandme requested that I say "hi" to a few people for her, I gave it a shot.
I am so lame! I got there in plenty of time (going left instead of right like most of the crowd really helps). So, I stood there in the snow and cold and watched people who I recognize come out (this is important to note because I'm really horrible at recognizing people, especially those I was supposed to greet), but I didn't approach them. Well, they were talking with friends and interupting them would be just rude. Like Charlie came out and was talking to a friend until Trent exited the stage door and declared that they were going for pizza at a New York Pizza type restaurant he had located, and heard was good. See, I could have jumped him and told him how much I liked him in 1776 what with his tight breeches, and he would have looked at me odd. Because I am odd. Oh, and speaking of bad fanfic, who had a hard time taking Javert seriously at times when she suddenly thought of a certain ficlet byshawk? That had to be me.
So it seemed that everyone had someone at the stage door, but me. Which meant that all of the actors and their friends were giving me strange looks, pondering who in the world might I be and why I was standing there. I decided to give it a few more minutes, and finally, both Leslie and Randal came out together. Even better (since her hair was covered by a different hat than in the picture withmmebahorel, one of her friends called out her name. I stood by while the four of them chatted and just when she was about to walk away to her other group of cast mates who were waiting for her, I worked up enough courage to call out to her. We had just a short conversation, as people were waiting in the cold for her. When she heard that I knew alligatorandme, she called Randal over, and we exchanged pleasantries. Before Leslie and Randal left, I got a picture with the two of them, just for proof that I was actually there. As long as the film place actually develops it this time.
As I was heading home, Randal and his friends were behind me, and they were talking about the general awesomeness of today's show. As we turned onto the street, we mixed in with theatre goers, and it amused me to think that these people might not know that they had Jean Valjean in their midst. It's the little things in life, I suppose.
So, if you want me to hunt down Les Miserables cast members for you, tomorrow is your last day.
alligatorandme requested that I say "hi" to a few people for her, I gave it a shot. I am so lame! I got there in plenty of time (going left instead of right like most of the crowd really helps). So, I stood there in the snow and cold and watched people who I recognize come out (this is important to note because I'm really horrible at recognizing people, especially those I was supposed to greet), but I didn't approach them. Well, they were talking with friends and interupting them would be just rude. Like Charlie came out and was talking to a friend until Trent exited the stage door and declared that they were going for pizza at a New York Pizza type restaurant he had located, and heard was good. See, I could have jumped him and told him how much I liked him in 1776 what with his tight breeches, and he would have looked at me odd. Because I am odd. Oh, and speaking of bad fanfic, who had a hard time taking Javert seriously at times when she suddenly thought of a certain ficlet by
shawk? That had to be me. So it seemed that everyone had someone at the stage door, but me. Which meant that all of the actors and their friends were giving me strange looks, pondering who in the world might I be and why I was standing there. I decided to give it a few more minutes, and finally, both Leslie and Randal came out together. Even better (since her hair was covered by a different hat than in the picture with
mmebahorel, one of her friends called out her name. I stood by while the four of them chatted and just when she was about to walk away to her other group of cast mates who were waiting for her, I worked up enough courage to call out to her. We had just a short conversation, as people were waiting in the cold for her. When she heard that I knew alligatorandme, she called Randal over, and we exchanged pleasantries. Before Leslie and Randal left, I got a picture with the two of them, just for proof that I was actually there. As long as the film place actually develops it this time.As I was heading home, Randal and his friends were behind me, and they were talking about the general awesomeness of today's show. As we turned onto the street, we mixed in with theatre goers, and it amused me to think that these people might not know that they had Jean Valjean in their midst. It's the little things in life, I suppose.
So, if you want me to hunt down Les Miserables cast members for you, tomorrow is your last day.
