Rodd's Audition....

Author: * Rodd MacSwell MacRoth - 2 Posts on this thread out of 55 Posts sitewide.
Date: Apr 15, 2005 - 00:32

Somewhere in the course of the day, Rodd had lost the assistance of his friend Todd--it seemed he had to help Miz Taylor prepare for her own audition for Sword of Vengeance. Rodd found himself confronting the harried secretary in charge of casting, a pretty but not outstanding young girl, doubtless a failed actress, as such usually were. Rodd approached her with his best smile, and extended a hand in greeting.

"Ta, luv--I'm Rodd MacSwell, here t'audition for t'part o' William Wallace!" He noted that the girl's eyes roamed over his body from head to foot and back again, and it was a minute or two before she consulted her clipboard. Being a scottish rôle, he decided to lay on the accent a little thicker than was his wont.

"I have you here, Mr. MacSwell...You're not trying for Robert Bruce, then?" She consulted her papers again. "Everybody seems to want to try for different parts today!"

"Wellna, lass...I'm thinkin' t'would be best an I tried Willie...is there a room where I can tidy mesel' up a wee bit?" When he had followed her directions, he found himself passing by a table set with some mirrors and makeup...he found a little paper sign had been set up saying Charles Hector...and smiled to himself as he approached the nearby door. At least I don't need any help from that department! he thought with disdain.

His smile lasted until he saw the sign on the door: Men's Room! Ah weel, he thought ruefully, 'tis back t'the beginnin' is't?....He hefted his small pack, and walked into the 'dressing room'. As he was removing his shirt, preparing himself for the audition, he heard the door open, and turned to see who had entered. A young man wearing a nametag which proclaimed him to be an electrician...obviously intent on using the room for its normal purpose, he was surprised to see Rodd there for another.

Rodd smiled, and waved for him to continue his business. "Ye'll no bother me...I'm gettin' ready t'audition." Rodd removed his shoes and then his chinos, now standing in only his briefs and socks. From his bag, he removed a tube of baby oil and a brief length of tartan cloth. The colors were those of his family...bluish green divided by broad grey bands, with thinner black and red bars inside the wider bands...the ancient hunting tartan of the Mac--no, best to keep it as MacSwell...if his father only knew what the cloth was doing now, he'd surely have a heart attack!

Having rubbed the oil on his smooth chest and arms, Rodd turned around to see why the man hadn't left, and met the gaze of the electrician with a laugh. He extended the bottle, and indicated his back. "I wonder, could y' be doin' me back--I canna reach it?" The man took the bottle and began rubbing the oil where Rodd pointed, making a very thorough, and lengthy, job of it...even going so far as to doing the scot's legs. By the time he was done, both he and Rodd were breathing deep from their unintended arousal.

"I thank ye, kind sir...I must be off now to work!" He placed the oil bottle back into his bag, pulled up his socks to full height, and put his shoes back on. He smiled as the electrician followed his every move, even to when Rodd adjusted himself before belting the cloth on over his straining briefs. On a good day, the cloth might have reached half of the distance from waist to knee. Rodd packed his shirt, pants and other items into the bag, and strode out into the studio in his very brief kilt and shoes, the oil causing his skin to glisten like gold in the studio's lighting.

Conversation sank to a whisper as eyes turned to him...if only Todd could see him in this, he thought wistfully. No doubt the boy would appreciate it!

"Wellna, ye mon begin t' auditions anon...Willie Wallace is here to perform!" And with those words, Rodd stepped forward to deliver his first real speech of his career....