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The Gifted Student Pt 06 1

The Gifted Student Pt 06 1

by mal_bey
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Mia nearly snorted her milk through her nose at the punchline of Toby's joke, causing renewed laughter from the rest of us. Toby, Laura, Liv, Mallory, Mia, and I were all hanging out in the solarium of the dining hall, enjoying a bit of after lunch sun. Outside it was a crisp winter day, but the cloudless sky helped alleviate the winter blues a bit.

Liv was sitting there with her elbows on the table, looking unnaturally distracted.

Toby asked, "Hey Liv, are you okay?"

"Sorry, my mind is just elsewhere. This afternoon they are going to announce the assignments for the Senior Showcase, and I am feeling all the emotions. I'm excited for the possibilities, dreading rejection, wanting a good role, and fearing I'll not be considered good enough."

"So tell us about it," I said. "Walk us through it."

Liv grinned, "Tara, you know when a performer gets personal and dramatic in front of a crowd like this, usually we charge admission."

Everyone laughed when Mia jumped in, "Usually when a crowd like this gathers, we know it is a show worth attending. Until then, just spill it."

Liv laughed as well before setting into her tale. "Okay, every spring the performing arts department have a couple of showcase shows designed to give the Senior students chances to present capstone projects to their career here at Roxbury. There is a big involved process between the Seniors and their advisors, matching the various Senior directors, technical specialists, and performers into leadership teams that will best allow their abilities to shine. Usually there is a director, a production designer, and a feature performer or two, depending on the project. Then, to fill out the cast and crew, the underclassmen go through an interview process before being drafted by each project lead."

"God, what a convoluted process," Mia said.

"It is," Liv said, "but it is a practical lesson in theatrical life. It is designed that way to teach the production leaders how to get the resources and talent you need to put on a production. The rest of us learn how to sell yourself as the talent needed to be in the productions you want to be a part of.

"Over the last week I have participated in four or five of these interviews. There was a variety of projects I put in for. The most likely scenario given I'm a freshman with musical theater skills is a group doing selections from 'You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.' Don't get me wrong, it is an okay show, and being Lucy or Pattie there would be better than being the maid in the murder drama I also put in for as a safety. At least I would be singing and dancing. But it is a community theatre repertory piece. It is small, safe, and not particularly challenging. I heard it was only getting done because the Production Designer is a huge Snoopy fan, and has developed the plans for a set piece that could be patentable if it actually works.

"But there is one production that absolutely everyone wants to join. Two of the legends of Roxbury theatre, director Cory Brockman and actor Elijah Malloch are joining forces to do a lavish production of 'Selections from The Greatest Showman.' I mean, these two are capital G Good. It will not surprise me in the least if both of them one day bear the title 'Tony award winner.' If half the rumors I am hearing are true, it is going to be an incredible production. Cory and Elijah are pulling in all the best people they have worked with over the years to do an all-out, over the top show. They're already calling the people expected to be on the crew the A-Team."

I said, "The movie was big on spectacle, making Barnum's circus so evocative and stylized. That is a huge challenge if the A-Team is attempting to keep up."

Liv nodded. "All signs point to them making an epic production. Yesterday, I got the chance to interview with them. I was so excited. I'm not expecting to actually get a part, but it is one of those networking opportunities where maybe someday in the future, it might lead to something. But I think I ruined my chance. They asked the question, 'Now as a sightless performer, what do you think of the song 'This Is Me'?' I replied, 'It is a really boss song. It fulfills its purpose in the movie perfectly. But for me personally, it is the song I relate to the least in the entire movie. Philosophically, I relate much more to 'A Million Dreams,' or 'Rewrite the Stars.' 'This is Me' only makes sense if you feel bad about the hand life has dealt you. And though I experience the world different through being blind, it is different, not something lesser. I am as good a performer as anyone here. My standing goal when I join a production is on opening night, the audience never notices my blindness.

"The interview wrapped up fairly quick from that point." Liv said. "I may have been overly honest, but I was true to myself. I had a sneaking suspicion that there was some well-meaning stunt casting in the works. You know, have the blind girl sing the 'You should accept the different people' theme song 'This is Me.' But you all know me well enough to know that ISN'T me. I don't want to be Liv the Blind Performer. I want to be Liv the Performer, who happens to be blind, blind being as unimportant or as disadvantageous as being left-handed."

Laura asked, "What is stunt casting?"

Mallory answered, "It is a practice of giving a role to someone for reasons outside of their abilities, usually to make a joke or commentary in a meta, extra-textual way. It is usually a small part, because typically they can't handle a main role. For example, let's say you are doing a Sherlock Holmes production. You could cast the local chief of police as the gentleman who hires Holmes to solve the mystery. In Liv's case, they would be hiring her because she is blind, the closest the department has to a true circus freak show performer like the bearded lady who sings 'This is Me' in the movie. It is just cheap virtue signaling for people to show how enlightened they are, and I, for one, am glad Liv isn't enabling them."

"It would be awesome if there was a way to join that cast without being the bearded lady," said Liv, "but 'This is Me' is such a breakout hit you almost have to do it. And choosing to stand against playing the only certain female role in the production, I don't have much of a chance of finding my way in."

Mia said to Liv, "Let's make a deal. I am going to offer to give you a prime role in The Greatest Showman, with all the fame and perks. There is a cost, however. You have to play the bearded lady, you have to sing 'This is Me,' and everyone is going to make a huge deal about your blindness. Otherwise, you are playing your safety part, the maid. Do you take the deal?"

Liv thought a moment, then said, "I have to say no. As much as I want to be part of that cast, that situation would be a millstone around my neck careerwise. I would be inviting people to cast me as a professional stunt-cast performer forever more. My dreams are more than a single performance, even if it is memorable."

"So even if it is the maid, will you be okay?" I challenged.

"If my career were never to launch, I would probably look back to question whether or not one moment of sold-out glory would have been better than nothing at all, but yeah, I'll be okay. As my dreams come closer to actually happening, I am optimistic I will get to experience at least some of them. Better to wait a bit to get the right opportunity."

"You know we will be there regardless, right, Liv?" Toby chimed in. "Whether it is a maid, Peppermint Patty, a bearded lady, or whatever it is that you end up doing, including if you are just taking tickets in the box office. We will be there with you."

"Thanks guys. That means a lot. Really," Liv said gratefully. "The difference between being on Broadway and being a dramatics teacher in the middle of a corn field somewhere is so miniscule. Knowing that there are people unconditionally on your side allows you to take the chances needed to fly."

Mia looked at her watch. "Speaking of flying, it's time for me to fly to my O-Chem lab. Don't worry, Liv. The right part will be there for you."

Most of my friends had classes in their majors to head off to, but Mallory, Laura, and I had a free period. We had fallen in the habit of studying together while the rest of the crew was away.

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"Where do you want to study?" I asked.

"Eh, doesn't matter to me," said Mallory. "Let's use my room."

As we were settling in, Laura stepped over to look at a framed print that was new. "Wow, that is pretty picture, Mallory."

It was a color sketch of vintage flapper girl in a stereotypical roaring twenties dress. The odd thing about it was its pairing with a full-face Japanese ceramic mask. It was a completely modern, lightly painted geisha mask that you might find in a tourist giftshop. The mask was of surprisingly low quality considering its owner. Mallory's family was quite well off, and she tended to have nice things.

Mallory smiled an odd smile. "Yep, I picked it up in Paris. You want to hear the story behind it?"

"Sure," Laura replied.

"The story is rather racy, Laura. It is going to make you blush. You still want to hear it?"

This caught both Laura's and my attention. Laura was titillated at the prospect, but I was surprised. Mallory tended to be on the private side. If she was getting ready to tell a tale that was going to make Laura blush, that wasn't typical of her. This was promising to be interesting.

Laura nodded, "I can handle it."

Mallory nodded her head. "Now, if anyone else ever asks me about this tale, I will deny it outright. As far as the world is concerned, it absolutely, positively, never happened. Now you both know over Christmas my family went to visit my aunt who lives in Paris. She is with the embassy there."

Everyone in Lincoln House had been treated to Mallory's travelogue. She had been excited to be going and we were interested hearing about it. She told us of Christmas greens in the old city, fine food, and amazing lighting displays, all done with the French attention to detail. As much as I was trying not to be jealous, Paris at Christmastime had found its way onto my travel bucket list based on her experience.

"The shopping in Paris is just unreal. New York comes close with fashion, but just down the street from the best fashion boutiques in Paris are these wonderful antique shops. There are these hole in the wall shops where two hundred year objects are just starting to be interesting enough to curate. If you keep your eyes open, you can find some treasures in the gap between what is old to us Americans and what is old to the French.

"Anyways, I was prowling some shops in the Village Saint-Paul. It is great for antiquing because it isn't very touristy. I mean in some of the shops around the corner from the big hotels, they'll sell the tourists a spoon stamped "Made in France" as a Napoleonic treasure, with a price to match." Mallory shook her head. Knowing her, I knew it offended her both that the proprietors were such con men, and that the buyers were such easy marks.

She continued, "I had found just what I was looking for in a shop. Something smallish, but filled to the rafters with bric-a-brac. It was perfect. In those places, you can ignore the front of the shelves because that is usually tawdry trash. But if you look carefully you can usually find some touch of treasure that the owner forgot that they had. I was digging in the back room, when I found it.

She pointed to the print on the wall. "Tara, what do you think of that?"

I said, "It is a quality print of the fashion of about 100 years ago. I can see your attraction to it, given your love of fashion and couture. But I don't see why you are making a big deal of it. I could go down to the campus bookstore today and find a print almost as good."

Mallory shook her head. "Tara, you always surprise me. When I am sure you will see things, you just miss them." She opened her desk drawer, and pulled out a small magnifying glass. "Take a closer look at the lithography."

I had seen enough Antiques Roadshow on TV to know that magnifying a lithographic print would just show you the dots of the printing process, rather akin to looking at pixels on a TV. To appease her, I took a look through the magnifying glass. I was shocked when I did not see the expected regular pattern of dots.

I pivoted to Mallory, who was smiling at me. "That's not a print, is it. That's an actual sketch." I turned back to the print to reappraise it. "That is an actual sketch of couture, labeled Chanel and 1924. Is it authentic and vintage?"

Mallory nodded, "I believe so. One more thing; the artist is Coco Chanel herself."

I looked at Mallory in disbelief.

"You have a genuine Coco Chanel couture sketch, and you hung it in your dorm room?" I said incredulously.

Mallory replied, "What college student has valuable, original artwork in their room? As far as the world is concerned, it is just a print. As it has been said, available in the bookstore for a couple bucks. Only a couple of my friends know I occasionally stretch the truth, and if they tell that to the world, are they really my friends?"

Recognizing the compliment for what it was, I silently nodded.

Laura said with confusion, "So who was Coco Channel?"

The thought of Laura pondering fashion would normally have been a fun diversion, but I preferred to follow the tantalizing tale Mallory was spinning. "Mallory, how is this blushworthy? You have proven you know how to shop and find amazing things before, but I am not seeing the connection this time."

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"Hmmm. I guess I did jump to the end of the story a bit. Let's go back to where I discovered the sketch and was falling in love with it. I pulled it off the wall, where it was tucked into a corner beside a chest of drawers. I could not believe I had found such an exquisite piece. It was the perfect piece in the perfect place. I looked for the perfect price, but that tag was missing. Still, I was utterly in love with it, and absolutely sure I was going to get it for a steal. I took the sketch up to the counter to ask what price was. And the gentleman behind the counter was perfect too. An older gnome of a man, with white puffs of hair astride his bald head. And he was perfect... for the proprietor." Mallory looked up at the ceiling in despair. "The old man knew every piece of merchandise in the shop, and exactly what its value was, down to the last bloody Euro," Mallory said deflatedly.

"Now in antique dealing there is this dance between the buyer and the seller. The buyer is all 'Can you knock a little off the price?' and the seller is all 'For you, friend, sure.' It is as ritualistic and predictable as a Viennese waltz. If everyone knows what is going on, everyone ends up where everyone expects. And this old man knew the dance exactly. The opening price he quoted me was a bit steep, but after the dance was exactly where he wanted it. The thing was I couldn't afford it."

I snorted. "I'm not sure which I find more amazing, Mal. That you have a real Coco Chanel sketch hanging on the wall, or that you said you couldn't afford it. I've never heard you say that before."

"Even my pocket money has limits. I had been Christmas shopping, vacation spending, and was far from home. The shopkeeper had set a very realistic price, and I can't blame him one bit. It was just beyond my available resources. I knew I could figure out some way to acquire the print, but I didn't have the answer right then. So before I left, I made him promise to hold the picture for a few days while I figured things out.

"That evening, I met up with my favorite cousin for dinner. Robbie is the youngest of my aunt's kids, and even though he is a few years older, we are close enough in age that we get along well. Robbie ambitious, and has a small event planning business he is trying to get off the ground. He specializes in setting up various events for the various embassies. Because his mom works for the US embassy, he can't do any work for them, but the diplomatic world is a small one where everyone knows each other. The business is still a hustle, but it is growing nicely.

"We met up at a bistro he likes near the Eiffel Tower. The plan was to eat, and then enjoy a stroll through the park around the tower while it was lit up for the evening. As we were waiting for the check, Robbie got a phone call. He stepped away from the table to take it. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could see while the conversation started very friendly, he was extremely agitated by the end. After hanging up, he sat back down with a frown.

"I asked, 'What happened, Robbie? You looked pissed.'

"He sighed. 'Pissing my pants is more like it. I had an event scheduled for tomorrow for the Japanese embassy, and one of my employees just called off. It is too late to get anyone else. I don't know what to do."

"Seeing opportunity, I said, 'I'm free tomorrow. Perhaps I can help out.' I was hoping to make some dough towards the sketch, and maybe trade the favor of saving Robbie's ass into a loan for the balance till I got home.

"Robbie looked at me, and laughed. 'Sorry cuz. I thank you for offering, but it isn't a steam table attendant I need. You ever hear of nyotaimori?'

"I let out a deep breath. 'Yes. I take it that was your star on the phone?'

"Robbie looked at me funny. 'Yes.'

"I took another deep breath and released it, picturing the Chanel sketch in my mind. Helping Robbie like this was a bigger lift than I had initially thought, but would certainly get me enough to buy the sketch. And it would be an interesting if unexpected opportunity. 'I'm going to help you out Robbie, and you don't get to say no. What all do I have to do to get ready?'"

~~~~

Mallory paused her story and looked at Laura and me. "So how about you two? Who has heard of nyotaimori? It's a bit of an odd corner of the sexual universe."

Laura replied, "Sounds Japanese or Chinese. With you saying it is unusual, I'm almost afraid to ask."

I just silently raised my hand.

Mallory chuckled. "So you are the kinky one, huh Tara? A tip of the hat to you for admitting it though. Ever participate?"

"No, just a voracious reader."

Mallory winked at me, "It is an interesting experience. If you get a chance, go for it. You would look absolutely fabulous."

Stepping back into storyteller mode, Mallory said, "You're right, Laura. Nyotaimori is Japanese, and on the list of things that give them a reputation for deviancy. Only the Japanese would devise using naked women as serving platters for sushi."

Laura's eyes grew comically wide with shock as she visualized the scene. Then her eyes shot towards Mallory with the realization that not only was this a real thing, but that Mallory had likely done it.

"One blushing Laura, delivered as promised," Mallory said with a chuckle, causing Laura to turn even more red.

As her roommate, I knew freaking out the unworldly Laura wasn't all that hard if you knew what buttons to press. "So Mallory, where did you learn about nyotaimori? The way you tell the tale, it wasn't a new concept to you."

"An astute observation, Tara. I'm sure it was online somewhere." Mallory looked at me for moment, as if she was deciding how much of herself to reveal. "Nyotaimori itself wasn't the point, but when you have a bit of a taste for erotic exhibitionism, you eventually come across the topic."

Mallory liked exhibitionism. That was something I never would have guessed about her. Even though she was still only a pre-law student, she was usually conservatively well-dressed, like she expected to get called into court to present at any moment.

"Talking with Robbie, he says it is considered very gauche, and, at least in diplomatic circles, taboo in Japan. But it is infamous enough that the Japanese keep it in their diplomatic toolbox for special occasions, usually overseas. I understood the French were nearing the conclusion of a trade treaty with Japan. To talk over the last few concessions, the Japanese contracted my cousin to set up a nyotaimori dinner."

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