He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Black hair with auburn highlights, large soulful brown eyes, a wide feral smile and a tall, powerful body. His button-up shirt was clearly short a few buttons so everyone could see his well-defined pecs and his ever-so-slightly furred chest. And he looked human. I stopped in the doorway and just stared. It was like a sock to the gut.
It was actually a slap on the back - Marta really wanted to get by.
“Marta.” I nudged her. “Who's that?” I pointed over at my new boyfriend and she merely groaned.
“Oh, that's Coop. He's playing..... what show are we working on right now?”
“Princess Bride the Musical.”
“Right. He's playing Wesley. Stay away from him.” I was taken aback. Did he have a jealous girlfriend, a jealous boyfriend? Was he that much of a jerk?
I tried to sound nonchalant as I asked “Why?” I think I failed.
Marta grinned. “He has fleas.” Oh, that was informative. I didn't really have a good comeback, so I went over to our shared table and started setting up my computer, notebook, script, pencil jar, tissues, and other necessary items. In about thirty seconds our table went from spotless to 'where did all this crap come from?'. In that time the room started filling up with various members of the company. The vast majority weren't human. I'd never seen so many mythical people in my life – elves, trolls, a centaur, a woman with snakes in her hair... it was insane. Considering I didn't believe these creatures a week ago, I was impressed that I was still standing. Well, sitting anyway. It seemed like the only ones who were human were Marta, Coop, the translator and me.
Our director stood up. “Rmhereharwa Wreh. Frehhgrahh garb hermrah. Rfrorgh GRAH grehfrmgh.” The speech went on for a good five minutes. Marta was taking notes, most of the cast was falling asleep. Finally Paul stopped for a bit, and the translator took his turn. Frankly, it still sounded like gibberish, mostly about true love and fairy tales, epic adventures, families, good and evil, and All That Jazz, but I took notes anyway. You never know what might come up later; the director says true love, and next thing you know there's heart confetti everywhere. But I kept stealing glances at Coop. And from the looks of things, I wasn't the only one. All of the nymphs kept jostling each other to sit next to him. For his part, he ignored everything around him; his major concern seemed to be a persistent scalp itch.
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