Cold Shot

The “inspection” required all of the equipment to be unloaded. From some things Barrett said I gather they didn’t believe we’d actually go through with it. Thank goodness we weren’t traveling with a full lighting rig and stage set, I guess?

That still took hours. The crew were none too happy about having to go do it, either, but better them than risk having the government goons move the stuff and possibly break it.

Hours and hours. I’m honestly not sure if we ever would have gotten off the ground there if some other governmental types–who had gotten better schmoozed at our post-show party, I suppose?–hadn’t intervened. I don’t know. All the details are fuzzy.

I’ll give you one guess why the details are so fuzzy.
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Casting Call: The music biz

Character Overview

Not just a story about a talented musician navigating the music scene in the ’80’s while being gay – DGC shines a light on the biz itself.

This callout is for characters who work (or hang onto those who work) in the music biz.

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Road to Nowhere

(A couple of quick reminders!

  • Remember to have a look at last week’s Casting of Carynne, Colin, and a few other folks!
  • RSVP if you are coming to the August 20th meetup in Louisville, KY!
  • There are still a few slots open for Fanworks Thursdays!
    Love you all! -ctan)


  • I was more alert while getting on the plane this time. I still felt like a jerk for having other people carry pretty much everything for me, but at least I didn’t give myself a cramp in my hand, and we could proceed with my non-show-day medication regimen.

    This time I noticed that the different parts of the entourage were in different parts of the plane. The roadies and stagehands were all the way in the back. The band was in the section in front of them— behind the bulkhead galley and the overwing table section. The dancers were in front of the table section. Management had taken over business class. And what I guess I have to call Ziggy’s inner circle took first class and the upstairs lounge.
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    Casting Call: Friends… and more

    Character Overview

    The story covers a number of years and throughout, friends and love-interests appear – and disappear.

    This callout is for characters who play an important part in the life of our hero Daron as either friends or lovers.

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    What Can You Do For Me

    I woke some time in the morning to find I was snuggled against Colin. No panic this time. He was deeply asleep and I didn’t have enough energy or neurotransmitters to panic at that point.
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    Talkin’ Loud and Sayin’ Nothing

    (Happy Fourth of July everyone!)
    I was not in the mood for a party after the show, but there was going to be one whether I was in the mood or not. When you drag a bunch of young, creative people partway across the planet and then have several thousand people scream adulation at them, some partying is inevitable, but especially on opening night. And especially given that everyone knew how hard we’d worked to get this show to where it was.
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    Top of the Pops

    Tell me. When do you think the worst possible time for my hand to cramp up would be? In the middle of the show? Right at the beginning of the acoustic segment with me and Ziggy? Right in the middle of “Candlelight?” The fact that it happened the in the five minutes before we went on proves that things could have been worse. Right?
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    Casting Call: Family

    Character Overview

    Growing up, Daron’s family life left a lot to be desired. When Daron moves out on his own, he tries to leave his family behind.

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    One Shot

    From an objective viewpoint, the Star*Gaze opening set was probably a perfectly adequate performance.

    But I don’t have an objective viewpoint. I thought it was excruciatingly terrible.
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    Sometimes It’s a Bitch

    (This Saturday chapter brought to you by generous donations to the Tip Jar! Thank you especially Frank and Bill and Wendy! -ctan)

    The first time I saw Ziggy that day was when I arrived at the venue with Carynne, who brought me over separate from the rest of everyone. He had a gaggle of Spanish-speaking press around him so I didn’t approach.

    The venue was another space-age wonder. On the day sheet it had been listed as “Estacionamiento del Poliedro de Caracas.” I was under the impression that “estacionamiento” meant parking garage but I thought maybe I was wrong, or maybe Venezuelan Spanish didn’t use the same words as the mishmash of Castilian and Puerto Rican that I could normally make out. “Poliedro” was a mystery until our driver used the English: The Polyhedron. The name made sense as soon as I saw the place. The roof was polyhedral, one shallow slice of a geodesic dome. Groovy. So to speak.
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