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Georges Méliès Catch Up Part 2

We Hang Out!
Saturday was Ms. L/N's day off. Y/N preferred to spend her days off relaxing, going over some scripts, getting ready for any potential auditions she might have.

There were no auditions listed in her planner, but she spent some time reciting lines that were particularly difficult to remember. With her script in hand and a cup of mint tea on the coffee table, Y/N was at peace.

Her somewhat quiet rehearsal was cut short by a string of profanities and the continuous sound of a heavy object hitting something... soft sobs followed soon after. Y/N wondered about the madman that moved next door until she remembered it was the odd man from the other day.

Y/N stepped out of her apartment in full costume as it wasn't an odd occurrence to the neighbors that knew her. She knocked on his door and waited. Hurried steps and ambiguous clattering could be heard from behind the door.

Finally! Mr. Méliès opened the door. He looked a bit disheveled and the bags under his eyes indicated the little sleep he got. Oddly enough, his eyes were just as bright as the day she first saw him. "Miss L/N, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" He eyed her costume but said nothing. He had no room to speak.

Y/N smiled at him, unsure of how to start. "Well, I live here." She pointed at the door next to his. "But I heard a bit of a commotion and wanted to make sure if everything was okay." A pause. "Are you okay?"

Georges snapped out of it his internal breakdown and focused back on the oddly dressed girl. "Hm? Oh...yes? I'm sorry for disturbing you. I just had some trouble with my camera and I'm unsure of how my first film will start?"

"A film?" She remembered what he said earlier at the shop. "Oh, right! Well, try not to think about it too much. Let it come naturally. Get some rest and I'm sure ideas will come."

The tall filmmaker bowed his head in thanks to Y/N. "Thank you, Miss L/N." He hesitated but decided to go for it and ask. "If you don't mind, what are you doing?"

Y/N blushed in embarrassment as he called out her costume. "I was just rereading some lines for a play that I'll be auditioning for." Georges' eyes seemed to light up like a Christmas tree. "You're an actress? I'm sorry, I should've known earlier!"

"I'm not really an 'actress' actress. I'm aspiring to be one. I've been in a few plays at the local theatre. Please, I'm not a particularly skilled actress." Y/N smiled sheepishly and covered her flushed cheeks with her script.

Georges was having none of it. "No, no! An aspiring actress or stage presence must not walk around with that attitude. You must believe that you're on your way."

Y/N hadn't really thought about it that way. She had just been in a few plays as either minor characters or supporting characters. That wasn't enough for her to think of herself as a legitimate actress. His logic swayed her...slightly. She hesitated but decided to go along with what she had in mind.

"Would you like to come to my audition, Mr. Méliès?" Y/N hoped he'd say no; not because he was an unpleasant person, but she didn't want her first impression to be a bad one.

"I'd love to go, Ms. L/N." Georges was excited. For the first time since he moved, he'd finally get to see other like minded people. He'd finally be with actors and fellow dreamers- he just hoped Y/N wouldn't be too bothered.

We're Friends!
"Here it is: the Starlight Theatre."

Y/N accompanied Georges through the dark door in the back alley that led to the backstage of the theatre. It certainly wasn't the Globe Theatre but it was beautiful in its own crumbling, ancient way. Georges followed his neighbor through the seemingly desolate back part of the stage.

Before arriving, Y/N had mentioned something about getting ready for the audition- like she insinuated he'd have to wait a bit. It didn't bother him; he was just grateful to find a theatre so quickly.

Miss Y/N had gone into the dressing room, leaving Georges to wait outside. He didn't think much of it till he was approached by a young man.

"Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?" The young man asked the lanky filmmaker. "Y' aren't trying to peek into the ladies dressing room, are y'?" George blushed at the stranger's accusation till it dawned on him what it looked like he was doing. He tried to defend himself but the young man stepped up to him. "Who let you in, hm?"

Just in time, Y/N stepped out of the dressing room in full costume, only to find Marcel, the stage hand, harassing George. "Marcel, cut it out. Leave Monsieur Méliès alone." She was busy fixing the bothersome pins in her hair while juggling the thick scriptbook in her inner arm.

Marcel glanced past Georges to Y/N and sneered. "You know this guy? Well, what was he doing outside the ladies' room? Doesn't he know that's indecent behavior?"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she fixed the last of the pins. "Yes, well, he's my friend. I invited him to watch the audition for the play and all he was doing was waiting for me. If I knew Georges was a Peeping Tom, I obviously wouldn't have invited him. However, he's my friend and I thought he'd enjoy being around other creative, like-minded people. Now if you excuse us, we must get going."

Y/N urged Georges along as she would accompany him to a spot backstage she saved for him so he could see the stage clearly.

"Mr. Méliès, I'd like to apologize for Marcel's behavior. Trust me, not everyone here is like that." Y/N kept glancing back and forth between Georges and the girls that were called on stage to recite their piece.

It was almost her turn.

Georges shook his head. "No need to apologize, Miss Y/N. It was just a misunderstanding. I do, however, have a question: did you mean it when you called me your friend?"

Y/N was caught off guard as she was trying to cram in her lines- lines she had already memorized, of course. "Well...yes. I hope you don't mind." Her stomach was doing somersaults as she waited for his response and her name to be called.

"It would be an honor to be your friend", Georges cried out happily. He was going to go in for a hug but her name was called out before he got the chance.

"That's my friend", he bragged to himself, proud of him and his new friend.

Bruh that was so lackluster omg))