12 [+1] days of Christmas. Day 00.
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actionreactionThe first of the days of Christmas fics.
Usually, anyone who was not involved in a production, anyone who was neither director, choreographer, or producer, nor the actors or dancers auditioning – was strictly not allowed to be present during an audition.
Julien Crawford was not just anyone.
He sat behind the choreographer and watched Cameron Montegna amidst the other fourteen dancers called back for a decisive audition. Five would not be in the show. Eight would be ensemble. Two however, would be female and male leads. Julien had little doubt and full confidence which category Cameron would fall into.
He watched strong legs kick high, higher than the others – and he knew just how strong those legs were, had had them wrapped around him so many times. He watched Cameron literally dance circles around the others and felt a proud and smug smile spread across his lips. It was nothing compared to the smile on Cameron’s. The smile that made it clear Cameron was not only talented, but enjoyed every minute of his dancing, down to his very soul. The murmur from choreographer to director told Julien he wasn’t the only one who saw it.
It was only hours later they made their decision. Dancers pushed past each other, each trying to reach the call board first. Julien ruthlessly shoved past them all, cigarette hanging dangerously from his fingertips, threatening to burn any who got in the way. He slid Cameron in front of him, fingers threaded through his, until they stood in front of the board. Julien didn’t look. Instead he watched Cameron, watched his eyes scan the list of names, watched them widen, watched them light, and dropped his cigarette, stamping it out mere seconds before Cameron spun around and flung himself into Julien’s arms. Julien wrapped arms around him, and murmured a “Congratulations” against his lips before sealing his own around them.
Celebrations were in order. Dinner first, at Johnny Rocket’s and Julien watched. Watched Cameron beam over his ice cream float, watched him eat, though he was almost too excited to do so. Wine later at home, and Julien watched a deep flush bloom under bronzed skin. He wrapped those strong legs around him again and watched that flush deepen and spread, watched it culminate in a release that left Cameron clinging to him and left Julien draped across him, “I love you,” replacing the congratulations that has been on his lips hours before.
And Julien watched as, hours later, Cameron slept, content smile still on his face, and Julien knew their celebration was far from over.
Usually, anyone who was not involved in a production, anyone who was neither director, choreographer, or producer, nor the actors or dancers auditioning – was strictly not allowed to be present during an audition.
Julien Crawford was not just anyone.
He sat behind the choreographer and watched Cameron Montegna amidst the other fourteen dancers called back for a decisive audition. Five would not be in the show. Eight would be ensemble. Two however, would be female and male leads. Julien had little doubt and full confidence which category Cameron would fall into.
He watched strong legs kick high, higher than the others – and he knew just how strong those legs were, had had them wrapped around him so many times. He watched Cameron literally dance circles around the others and felt a proud and smug smile spread across his lips. It was nothing compared to the smile on Cameron’s. The smile that made it clear Cameron was not only talented, but enjoyed every minute of his dancing, down to his very soul. The murmur from choreographer to director told Julien he wasn’t the only one who saw it.
It was only hours later they made their decision. Dancers pushed past each other, each trying to reach the call board first. Julien ruthlessly shoved past them all, cigarette hanging dangerously from his fingertips, threatening to burn any who got in the way. He slid Cameron in front of him, fingers threaded through his, until they stood in front of the board. Julien didn’t look. Instead he watched Cameron, watched his eyes scan the list of names, watched them widen, watched them light, and dropped his cigarette, stamping it out mere seconds before Cameron spun around and flung himself into Julien’s arms. Julien wrapped arms around him, and murmured a “Congratulations” against his lips before sealing his own around them.
Celebrations were in order. Dinner first, at Johnny Rocket’s and Julien watched. Watched Cameron beam over his ice cream float, watched him eat, though he was almost too excited to do so. Wine later at home, and Julien watched a deep flush bloom under bronzed skin. He wrapped those strong legs around him again and watched that flush deepen and spread, watched it culminate in a release that left Cameron clinging to him and left Julien draped across him, “I love you,” replacing the congratulations that has been on his lips hours before.
And Julien watched as, hours later, Cameron slept, content smile still on his face, and Julien knew their celebration was far from over.