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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

You, uh, do? I never noticed a ... flat ... chest. On you. Um. Not, of course, like I looked.

[balletrat]

*Meg snorts.*

You should see the girl they hired to play me in the film. Like thiiiiiis -

*She gestures vaguely.*

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander blinks, completely failing to comprehend.*

Oh. Right. You've got a movie, too? Figures. Everyone here has a movie. I'll bet I have a movie, complete with spinoff TV series and action figures.

[balletrat]

I have two books, a musical and a movie, *Meg corrects him, rather proudly.* You do have a TV show, though.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Good on you. *He blinks.* Wait, for real? Am I played by Tom Cruise?

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks back.* Who's Tom Cruise?

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Guessing that's a no?

*Xander shakes his head.* Never mind about Tom Cruise. Just a foolish hope of mine that I will someday be admired by thousands of teenage girls I've never met.

[balletrat]

Well, I haven't seen the film, *Meg says, with a small shrug.* For all I know, you're played by Bach. But I think Warren has a copy -

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*He nods.* Warren would.

[balletrat]

I saw mine, *Meg volunteers.* It was kind of funny seeing what they'd got wrong. Although they got the bit about the sheep right.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander raises an eyebrow.* Sheep?

[balletrat]

*Meg makes a face.* The sheep. In the opera. It was a bloody stupid idea, all they did was get in the way.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Maybe I need to brush up on my Phantom of the Opera, but why would anyone ever think to bring in sheep?

[balletrat]

It was for a pastoral ballet, *Meg explains.* They thought it would look cute.

It didn't.

'course, the dead guy hanging from the rafters didn't help.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Dead guys tend not to help with the whole "cute" atmosphere. It kinda creates the wrong ambience.

[balletrat]

In general, yes, *Meg agrees.* And Buquet really wasn't a prize even when he was alive.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander can't help but chuckle. His sense of humor has become truly warped over the years.*

[balletrat]

*Meg grins.* It did get us lots of publicity for the Opera, though . . .

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

I bet. Did you give the police half off admission?

[balletrat]

*Meg looks shocked.* Of course not! They pay to see the show like everyone else.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

You cold, calculating thespians.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins at him.* . . . yes, and?

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander shakes his head.* Nothing but gimmicks. Sheep, dead guys ... what happened to art?

[balletrat]

We had that, too, *Meg informs him snootily.* Don't you go insulting our dancing.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Well, you know, you didn't say anything about it. I'm just checking. I'm sure it was great, and that no one tripped over the sheep.